Back in the 1980s, hiking in the mountains was also a way of life

Chapter 1234 Who wouldn't envy this?

It's not surprising that these six people reacted this way, because they could also smell the aroma emanating from the beggar's chicken.

It has to be said, however, that these six people were just grabbing chicken with their hands and stuffing it into their mouths, which was really unseemly.

This shows that if we set aside status and position, people are actually the same.

Ignoring the six good-for-nothing second-generation rich kids, Wang An took the small basket containing beggar's chicken legs and walked into the house.

Just as Wang Angang reached the door, Wang Xiaomei and Wang Xiaoli came out of the house, each carrying a roasted squirrel.

Upon seeing the basket in Wang An's hand, Wang Xiaomei immediately grabbed Wang An's clothes, looked up, and asked:
"Brother, what are you holding?"

At the same time, Wang Xiaoli also grabbed Wang An's other side of his clothes, raised her head and stared at Wang An with her two innocent big eyes.

Wang An smiled and looked at his two younger sisters, tore two pieces of meat from the small basket and handed them to them, saying as he did so:

"This is beggar's chicken roasted by my older brother, hahaha."

The two little girls took the chicken and ate it, when Wang Xiaoli immediately said:
"Not as good as a greyhound."

Wang Xiaomei also said:

"Mmm, Greyhound's is still the best."

Wang An was quite puzzled when he heard his two younger sisters' words. The main reason was that beggar's chicken was clearly similar to squirrel chicken, except that they each had their own aroma. However, his two younger sisters said that it was not as delicious as roasted squirrel chicken.

However, Wang An didn't pay attention to his two younger sisters' answers. He turned around, pointed in the direction of the kiln, and said:

"There are still quite a few roasted ash dogs in there. You two can take some after you're done eating. There are also roasted sparrows in that pit on the ground."

After Wang An finished speaking, he carried the small basket into the house. However, for some reason, the two young ladies did not head towards the kiln but instead turned around and went into the house.

After entering the house, Wang An happily brought the small basket to Mu Xueqing and said with a touch of pride:
"Try my beggar's chicken. Let me tell you, it's fucking delicious. Brother Wu and Sister Wu are fighting over it outside."

Mu Xueqing smiled and picked up a piece of meat, put it in her mouth, and then picked up another piece and handed it to Huang Li.

Unexpectedly, after Mu Xueqing ate the beggar's chicken, she said something similar to what Wang Xiaomei had said:
"This beggar's chicken isn't as tasty as Greyhound's chicken."

Immediately after, Huang Li, having tasted a bite of beggar's chicken, nodded and said:

"Mmm, Greyhound is still the best, it's so oily."

Wang An, puzzled, picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, then looked at the two men with a strange expression and said:

"What's wrong with you guys? I think this thing is just as good as a roasted ash dog!"

Mu Xueqing picked up the squirrel she had just put down and said as she ate it:
"This chicken is actually quite delicious, almost the same as the chickens we raise at home. It's just that these days we've been eating half a pound of wild chicken and half a pound of rabbit every day, so I don't really want to eat chicken anymore."

Upon hearing this, Wang An looked speechlessly at Mu Xueqing, then at Huang Li and his two younger sisters. A question immediately came to mind: his family members had become quite picky eaters after living such a comfortable life for so long!

However, Wang An said:

"Alright then, you guys eat the Greyhound chicken, I'll let Dad and Mom try some." But when Wang An brought the beggar's chicken into the shed, Wang Dazhu and his wife, upon hearing that Wang An called it a "bangji" (a type of chicken), didn't even try it. Liu Guilan quickly waved her hand, saying:
"Forget about the chicken, I still prefer this greyhound."

Wang Dazhu went even further, praising Wang Andao directly:

"That roasted greyhound you made today smells really good. Next time you go into the mountains, hunt more greyhounds. I think this stuff is better than anything else."

Looking at his unhelpful parents, Wang An smacked his lips but didn't reply. Instead, he handed the small basket to Shen Wei and Zhao Cuiyun, ate a piece himself, and then said to the two of them with a smile:

"Sister Shen, Sister Zhao, if they won't eat, we'll eat, hehehehe."

Fortunately, Shen Wei and Zhao Cuiyun didn't cause much trouble and even praised the beggar's chicken repeatedly.

When Wang An returned to the kiln, Wu Dong, Zhang Shuya, and the others had already finished eating the beggar's chicken.

With their stomachs full, Wang Shuai and He Liang started clamoring for more drinks. So, everyone brought squirrel and sparrow meat into the house, and also took out half a pound of pheasant, rabbit, and ham that were stewing in the pot. They continued eating and drinking in the back room of Wang An's house.

During this time, the group continued to discuss matters concerning the pharmaceutical factory.

The main reason is that such a promising pharmaceutical factory is one that no one would overlook.

It's no exaggeration to say that this pharmaceutical factory is now a treasure trove for everyone.

Wang An then explained in detail to Wu Dong and others the future development path and plans of the pharmaceutical factory, and also mentioned that he would be going to Yi Province, and possibly to the medicinal herb wholesale markets in Qilu and Anhui Provinces in the near future.

In any case, if Wang An's trip goes smoothly, then the pharmaceutical factory will never again be subject to the arbitrary price increases of raw materials by others.

Wu Dong and the others all said they wanted to ask for leave to go with Wang An, but Wang An refused them all.

In Wang An's view, this kind of long-distance travel is not a big deal at all, and is basically no different from tourism.

Three days later, the year officially arrived in 1982, which is the Gregorian calendar year.

Early that morning, Wu Dong, Zhang Shuya, and the others, still wanting more, gazed longingly towards the mountains. Wang Shuai then said to Zhang Shuya:
"Xiaoya, if you ask me, you'd be better off not being the chrysanthemum chief. You can't even enjoy yourself properly every day."

Indeed, the group only spent a total of four days at Wang An's house, which was far from enough.

Zhang Shuya rolled her eyes at Wang Shuai and said:

"What would I be doing if I didn't become the head of the bureau? I finally climbed up here, why would I slink away like this?"

That's what she said, but it's not hard to see from Zhang Shuya's eyes that she was extremely envious of Wang An's life.

Of course, it wasn't just Zhang Shuya who envied Wang An; Wu Dong, Wang Shuai, and others felt the same way.

He has money in his pocket, grain in his granary, a wife, daughters, and sons in his house, and a horse and a carriage under his buttocks.

Most importantly, they are free and unrestrained, without any constraints or controls. If they want to eat meat, they can go into the mountains to hunt; if they want to eat fish, they can carve a hole in the ice and the fish will jump out on their own; and if they want to eat vegetables, there are greenhouses at home.
Let's talk about a life like this. Who wouldn't envy it? Who wouldn't envy it?
Just then, Wu Dong suddenly asked Wang An:
"Xiao An, when are you planning to go to Yi Province?"

Wang An said without hesitation:
"Tomorrow, I'll stay home today and spend some quality time with my eldest son and daughter. Tomorrow I'll go to my older sister to get the letter of introduction and stuff."

(End of this chapter)