Fishing and Hunting 82, Starting with Three Sisters Who Overprotect Their Brothers

"That precious stuff, only the brigade can get a quota, right?"

Xu Xiulian thought for a moment and gave an answer, then immediately realized what she meant.

"You want to buy a bicycle?"

Zhang Wenshan nodded: "The brigade's horse-drawn carts can't be used forever, we have to find our own way."

"Why not?" Xu Xiulian hurriedly advised, "Fourth brother, I know you're capable, but we still have to be careful. We can't be without money to cross the river."

"I know, I already have an idea. We can't just buy the whole bill every time we want to, can we?"

"That's true, but it's a little over two hundred dollars!"

"Think about it, what if someone tries to sabotage us and prevents us from using the carriage?"

"That can't be right."

"Why not? Just say you need to borrow it in advance, and the team leader can't refuse. Besides, more and more people will definitely be thinking about doing business in the future, and we have bicycles, which gives us an advantage when going back and forth."

Zhang Wenshan gradually guided his mother toward his line of thinking.

He knew that even though his family didn't say anything, they would still feel resentful if he got things done quietly.

Changing mindsets and habits is not easy.

What he wants is for his family to understand his thinking, keep up with his pace, and, regardless of whether they can provide assistance, at least not to be easily fooled or taken advantage of.

Back in the orphanage, the old men didn't murmur about the 80-year-old scam.

Essentially, they all use the fact that rural people are unsophisticated, have never seen much money, and have outdated ideas as bait.

"That makes sense. If our family keeps the carriage, people will start gossiping sooner or later." Xu Xiulian quickly understood the key point and hesitated before saying, "Why don't we ask your second brother-in-law?"

The only person in the family who could touch the bicycle ticket was the second son-in-law, Lin Deqiang.

Trying to find solutions from outside will ultimately cost money, and it won't necessarily work.

"Let's wait and see. We'll see if we can get it from somewhere else." Zhang Wenshan shook his head, a stern face flashing in his mind, and he shuddered inexplicably.

My second brother-in-law is a real tough guy who came out of the hail of bullets.

"Your second son's family isn't having an easy time either. When you go to town tomorrow, bring her some vegetables." Xu Xiulian said to her son with relief, "Now that you're doing well, our family's life isn't so tight anymore."

"Okay, I'll see if my third sister has time when she gets back," Zhang Wenshan readily agreed.

Kong Qingdong's matter is neither too big nor too small. If the other party really wants to cause trouble, we might really need my second brother-in-law to act as a go-between and get to know the person in charge of the purchasing department at the agricultural machinery factory.

Thinking of this.

He couldn't help but complain about the original owner of the body, who had worked in a farm machinery factory for half a year, but didn't recognize a single person in charge, and hadn't even gotten a chance to work there despite having a familiar face.

"Little brother, the rabbit is ready." The older sister's voice came from outside.

Zhang Wenshan responded and walked out.

Xu Xiulian climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed), opened the kang music cabinet door, and groped around inside for a while before finally taking out a tin biscuit box.

Carefully lift the lid of the box.

Inside were piles of small, crumpled bills, taking up almost half the box. At the bottom of the box were a few brand-new ten-yuan bills, totaling about sixty or seventy yuan.

"That's not enough!"

She took a few cents out of her pocket and put them in the box.

This is the money for Ge Ergui and Lin Cuihua's meal. Lao Si said that the fishing and hunting group will definitely be busy in the future, so will the others not have time to cook?

Xu Xiulian's eyes lit up, but quickly dimmed again.

After thinking for a moment, she put the box away again and left the house.

"Mother, what brings you here?" Zhang Fengxia saw her and instinctively stood in front of the stove.

Xu Xiulian glared at her eldest daughter, then her gaze fell on her busy son, staring intently at every movement.

The Zhang family's outer house is not large.

The cabinet had been used for who knows how many years; one of the doors was missing, and the cutting board was on top, with bowls, plates, and various ingredients placed underneath.

Zhang Wenshan took the things he bought out of his basket and put them away one by one.

Xu Xiulian immediately felt her heart race and her blood surge.

There's no need to be so particular about cooking.

Ignoring everything else, Zhang Wenshan picked up the skinned and gutted wild rabbit and placed it on the cutting board, chopping it into two-finger-wide pieces with a few slaps.

Then put them into a large, coarse porcelain bowl and marinate them with salt.

While they were setting up the fire to heat the oil...

He took out the dried Sichuan peppercorns, dried chili peppers, and scallions he had just bought, cut them into sections, and set them aside for later use.

"Why are you cutting them separately?" Xu Xiulian couldn't help but ask in confusion.

Zhang Wenshan's hands didn't stop: "The white part of the scallion can withstand high-temperature stir-frying, remove the fishy smell and enhance the aroma, and is used as a base for making oil. The tender green part of the scallion is sprinkled on before serving to enhance the color and aroma."

As he spoke, he threw the Sichuan peppercorns and dried chilies into the pot and quickly stirred them a couple of times with a spatula.

"Mom, cough cough, it smells so good, cough cough..." Zhao Qiang crouched beside Zhang Fengxia's legs, choking and tears streaming down his face, but his little hands waved excitedly, refusing to move away no matter what.

"The team leader is really generous, putting out oil like it's free."

Lin Cuihua couldn't help but speak up, and the others nodded in agreement, their Adam's apples bobbing involuntarily.

We've all been through tough times, and we'd stretch every penny to its limit. Who would be willing to waste oil like that?

Not to mention the aroma.

This aroma was like a magic potion to them, possessing a fatal attraction.

Zhang Wenshan was oblivious to everything else.

With a flick of the wrist, the rabbit pieces fell into the pot, sizzling and crackling. Smoke rose from the stove, and the aroma immediately filled the outer room.

"Coo coo coo!"

In an instant, everyone involuntarily swallowed.

He continued to stir-fry over high heat for about a minute until the surface of the rabbit pieces changed color and the skin and meat tightened slightly.

Zhang Wenshan immediately poured in the white parts of the scallions and then poured a little cold water along the edge of the pot.

"Fourth brother, what are you doing now?"

"Add a little water so the meat won't be dry." Zhang Wenshan said, continuing to stir-fry until the rabbit pieces were completely cooked through and the surface was slightly yellow. Then he sprinkled on some chopped scallions and served it.

"Is this rabbit meat?"

Lin Cuihua subconsciously looked at the two people beside her.

This tastes completely different from what other families in the village make; it's almost like a completely different thing.

Ge Ergui and Lang Qiuping remained silent.

Their eyes were practically popping out of their sockets; they couldn't even think of replying.

"With so many seasonings, how could it not taste good?" Xu Xiulian said, touching her nose, feeling somewhat guilty, but fortunately no one noticed.

"Uncle..."

Zhao Qiang darted to the stove, stood on tiptoe, stretched out his little hands, and his eyes shone.

"All you ever think about is eating." Zhang Fengxia slapped her son on the back of the head. "Your dad and grandpa aren't back yet?"

"What do we do before eating?" Zhang Wenshan shook his head with a smile, changing the subject. "If you answer correctly, you can have a bite."

"Wash your hands!" Zhao Qiang cheered and ran out quickly.

"You just spoil him, don't you?" Zhang Fengxia said reproachfully, her eyes and eyebrows curving into crescent moons.

What could be more heartwarming than having your most beloved younger brother also cherish your son?

The group chatted and laughed as they set the food on the table.

Suddenly, they heard Zhao Qiang shouting outside.

"Dad, Grandpa, come in and eat quickly."

I turned my head to look.

Outside the courtyard, besides my father and brother-in-law, there was also our neighbor Uncle Han, and my little nephew was standing at the door, jumping and waving.

"Oh my, your family's had some meat again."

"You spendthrift! You have a little money but don't know what to do with it, so you came in for a bite."

"No, no, my wife is at home cooking."

As he spoke, Old Han rushed into his yard and quickly went inside, afraid that if he hesitated any longer, he would agree.