Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Old man Liu was drinking water just now. When he heard what Zeng Hu said, he couldn't help but spray water. If he hadn't turned his head in an emergency control, the water would have sprayed on Fatty Zheng and the grilled fish would have been ruined.

Fat Zheng had his arm sprayed with water, but he didn't dare to say anything and could only look resentful.

"You killed a wild boar? One weighing more than 400 pounds?" Old man Liu was really shocked.

He had actually hunted wild boars more than once. The situation when he was fighting was similar to what it is now. Killing a wild boar was like eating meat.

And it is precisely because I have beaten him that I know that wild boars are not something that ordinary people can fight. They have thick skin and strong impact force. If you cannot kill it with one shot, it is easy to anger it, and then it will be dangerous.

"I've hunted one once, and I was lucky." Zeng Wangcai said modestly, "A boar was alone, lying in the mud, and I happened to see it."

He didn't go into detail about the process because he didn't understand it, but he was right about the habits of wild boars.

In the wild boar family, boars usually go out to forage alone, while sows are responsible for taking care of the piglets and moving around in groups.

This division of labor is very familiar, right? Haha, don't think that male humans are much more comfortable than wild boars. At least for now, wild boars live much more comfortably than humans. Pigs don't do pigs.

In fact, Zeng Wangcai had no intention of talking about wild boars, because it is destined that the quantity of this thing cannot be too large. It is good to catch one or two at most a month. If there are more, it is obviously not cost-effective unless he quits work and becomes a full-time hunter.

He actually wanted to develop pheasants as a growth point. Pheasants can be caught by setting traps, and it is easy to find excuses.

Old Man Liu looked at Zeng Wangcai seriously for a few times, and suddenly said, "It's a pity for you to work in the steel mill!"

"What?" Zeng Wangcai was startled.

Damn it! I am a member of the working class and am on the road to becoming a cadre. Do you think it’s a pity for me?

Could it be that the old man wants me to be a full-time hunter?

This won’t do. I have to take it easy next time.

Zeng Wangcai is not against hunting, but he is thinking about the future. The past three years have been difficult for others, but not for him. For him, now is the most suitable opportunity for development and a good opportunity to maximize the use of resources.

After three years, although it was still difficult, the supplies were not as heavy as they are now.

"Nothing, you guys chat!" Old man Liu adheres to his principles and does not interfere.

Fatty Zheng gained the right to speak and continued, "As for the bicycle ticket, I need to discuss this with my leader, but it shouldn't be a big problem. I can give you one as a reward."

There is no need to elaborate on how popular bicycle tickets are. It was remarkable that Fat Zheng agreed to buy one.

Zeng Wangcai once heard that a steel rolling mill with tens of thousands of employees can only get a handful of bicycle tickets a year. This estimate is a bit exaggerated, but it is enough to show how rare bicycle tickets are. One sells for fifty or sixty yuan on the black market.

He asked Cao Datong, who offered 55 yuan for a 28-inch bicycle, which was enough to buy one-third of a bicycle, but he didn't want it.

It's not that I'm reluctant to spend this money, but it's easy to get into trouble if the bicycle ticket is not obtained in a legitimate way. There is a stamp on the bicycle and the ticket can be traced, so if you report it, it will be confirmed.

"No, Brother Zheng misunderstood. One ticket is not enough." Zeng Wangcai said with a smile, "I need three tickets. Four is best. There are four of us here. It is convenient for each of us to have one ticket. The most important thing is that they can carry things. They came from the countryside, carrying loads of frogs, pheasants, dried bamboo shoots, dried mushrooms and other mountain products. Their legs are broken after walking dozens of miles."

Fat Zheng's eyes popped out when he heard this. "Three, four bicycle tickets? How dare you say that? Why don't you ask the leader to give you a jeep to drive?"

"I'm afraid that won't work!" Fat Zheng said in embarrassment.

"Okay, one for each." Zeng Wangcai said casually, "I'll ask the steel mill and the purchasing station for the rest. They should be able to do it. Brother Zheng, don't worry. Two hundred kilograms, oh no... Two hundred kilograms is not enough. So, Brother Zheng, you name a number. How many fish are worth a bicycle ticket as a reward?"

Fat Zheng understood. This was not a reward, but a transaction. You sell me fish and I give you a bicycle ticket, and then we are even. Your mountain products, pheasants, wild boars, etc. have nothing to do with me anymore. You can just take them to the purchasing station or to your steel mill, right?

It's not impossible, but if you don't give it to me, what the hell are you talking about?

"Gooji!"

Lin Huyang could not help laughing as he listened. He and Huang Liang knew Zeng Wangcai best among them. He always had a smiling face, but he was actually mean and never suffered any loss. If you took advantage of him, it would often mean you would have to pay a heavier price.

"Well, Xiao Zheng, don't make such a final decision. Go back and discuss it with your leader." Old Man Liu couldn't stand it any longer and made a suggestion, "Wangcai, don't rush to make a decision. You still have mountain products and pheasants this time. You should stay for half a day and give Xiao Zheng half a day. After he has eaten, he will come back and give you an answer in the afternoon or evening."

"Okay, no problem. It doesn't matter who you sell it to." Zeng Wangcai agreed again and gave his home address so that Fatty Zheng could find him easily.

The matter was happily decided, the fish was grilled, and we started eating the delicious meal right away.

Each person was given half a clean lotus leaf to place on their knees, and the fragrant fish meat was forked and placed on the lotus leaf. A golden roasted steamed bun was also given. They took a bite of the steamed bun and then took a bite of the fish. It was so delicious.

Fat Zheng ate so much that he was confused. He felt that this meal was worth the trip.

One fish was eaten clean, and the second one was also ready, so I continued to eat until I was full.

The fish and the steamed buns were all eaten, but it was still not enough, the climax was yet to come - beggar's chicken.

"Let me do it, let me do it. I've wanted to make this chicken for a long time, but it never tastes as good when I make it myself." Zeng Bao said excitedly.

"No, when have you ever been a beggar's chicken?" Zeng Hu glared, "You're hiding from me and eating alone, right? You stole the chicken..."

"Get lost, you stole the chicken, your whole family stole the chicken."

"If you didn't steal the chicken, where did you get the chicken to make beggar's chicken?"

"Pheasant, pheasant... Pheasant is not okay? In your eyes, pheasant is not a chicken (let's just say chicken)..."

Zeng Wangcai's face turned dark when he heard this. Forget it, these two jokers, just keep arguing over there.

He took a kitchen knife and worked with Zhang Xiuzhi to dig out all the charcoal in the pit, and then started digging carefully.

There were two lumps of mud buried in the small pit inside the big pit. After they were dug out, they were found to be burnt hard. Zeng Wangcai and Zhang Xiuzhi dealt with one each, using the back of a knife to knock open the mud shell.

Wow!

The lotus leaf ball tied with hemp rope appeared from the mud shell. Even though it has not been opened, the tempting meaty aroma can be smelled.

The little tiger and the little leopard immediately stopped making noise, came over to watch, and there were obvious noises coming from their mouths.

The chicken was killed by Zhang Xiuzhi, but the seasoning and wrapping were done by Zeng Wangcai. He did not wrap the feathers directly with mud for fear that it would not be tasty. Instead, he wrapped it with lotus leaves. Not only is it hygienic, but the chicken also has a light lotus leaf fragrance.

Zeng Wangcai cut the hemp rope with a knife and untied the lotus leaves while enduring the heat. This was the moment when the fragrance was the strongest.