My 1995 Small Farm

  Chapter 410 Come to the Tiger Fighting Hero

  Han Chuang's family runs a canning factory, Chen Ling is not surprised that he can think of canned fish.

   "Chuangzi, you have such a flexible mind that you can think of such a good idea. Canned fish is a good business if you think about it."

   Chen Ling's compliment made the **** man so happy that he almost lost his way.

   "Really, is it really okay? If it's okay, let's do it together." Han Chuang said excitedly.

"Hehe, I'll forget it, I'm busy with a stall at home. If you really want to make this canned aquatic product, you should go home and discuss it with your brother first. After all, canned meat and canned fruit are not the same thing. .”

   "If you want to do this business, you need to add a production line dedicated to canned meat."

   "Yes, yes, if you say this, you have to discuss it with my brother. Hey, it will cost money to open another production line. My parents may not agree..."

   "I, I, I still listen to you, raise fish first, and let my brother figure out a way about canned food."

   "Yes, you've earned money by raising fish first, and of course the family will trust you, and then everything will be easy to handle."

   "Hey, okay."

  The two chatted while walking.

  I had a drink at Han Chuang's house yesterday, and I don't feel much drunk today.

   Slowly returned to the farm, picked a few yellow apricots, ate the apricots, and watched the fish in the water channel and the pond at the foot of the mountain to the west.

   "Hey, the water in your spring is so icy, why are there wild flowers growing on the stone wall here?"

   Arriving at the spring on the northwest mountain wall, Han Chuang washed his face with water in his hands, drank a couple of sips of the cool and sweet spring water, and suddenly saw a few purple-red small flowers that looked like bells growing on the rock wall above.

   "This is not a wild flower, it's a medicinal material, wild rehmannia, we call it Gou Nai Mi here, you pick one and taste it, its flower core is sweet, as sweet as honey."

  Chen Ling pinched off two small flowers, handed one to Han Chuang, and then taught him how to **** the nectar from the flowers.

   "Well, it's so sweet, it's just that the name is quite strange, so it's called Gou Nai Mi."

   After tasting it, Han Chuang picked another flower, held it in his hand and looked left and right, very puzzled.

Chen Ling smiled: "It just grew up according to its own appearance, how could it be so different? You can see that the outside of its flower is purple and purple, like the dog's milk hanging down from a **** after giving birth to puppies. The flower core is as sweet as honey, not dog milk honey."

   "Really, why haven't I heard of this stuff before?"

  Han Chuang sucked on the flowers in his hand again, and said depressedly.

   "Okay, don't worry about this thing, you can look up and see what's in the cracks in the rocks above..."

  Chen Ling pointed to the side of his head.

  Han Chuang followed the direction of his finger to look closely, and was stunned: "My mother, this is a watermelon, why did it grow in the crevices of the rocks, how did it survive?"

I saw a few thick and concave stone crevices under the cover of lush weeds and wild vines above the stone wall, and there were several strange-shaped watermelons growing in the stone crevices. Surviving, many of them still protrude more than half from the cracks in the stone, like a round mushroom head drilled out.

   "The roots of the watermelon seedlings are at the bottom, and the watermelon vines climb up." Chen Ling pointed to a row of watermelons at the foot of the mountain and explained.

   "I only discovered it when I was tinkering with the spring here these two days. It is usually well blocked. If it weren't for the water tower to be built here, I walked this way diligently, and I really couldn't find it."

  He didn’t plant melons on purpose this year, but a lot of scattered watermelon seeds still grew near the farm.

  He usually doesn't care much about it.

  Generally, serious melons have to be pressed on the vines, topped and so on. He has not paid much attention to it because of the good water and soil environment in his house.

   As a result, when I was watering the wheat a few days ago, I discovered that the watermelon vines were crawling everywhere, and they all climbed up the mountain wall.

   also produced a lot of melons.

   "Fugui, are you ready to tinker with your little water tower?"

  Hearing Wang Laishun's voice, Chen Ling didn't even turn his head, but replied: "Not yet, we'll do it in two days."

Now the flow of spring water on this mountain wall is getting bigger and bigger. It is no different from the clear and refreshing mountain spring water on the mountain. People and animals can drink it. The village is more and more convinced that his family has a treasure town house, otherwise why would he move here? In two or three years, this place has changed so much.

  At this time, another voice sounded: "Why is Fugui building a water tower? You don't lack water here. Do you still use water towers to store water?"

   Chen Ling looked back when he heard the words, and exclaimed unexpectedly: "Hey, Lao Zhou, what wind brought you here again?"

  But behind Wang Laishun, Zhou Weijun, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and several strange men and women also followed.

   "Haha, I miss you so I'll come and have a look. Why are you building a water tower?"

   Zhou Weijun has been to the village three times, and he is very familiar with the farm. He and Chen Ling are not ordinary friends, so he asked carelessly when he came over.

   "The water tower is used in summer. A spring suddenly popped up here, and the water flowing out is icy cold. Build a water tower, and the fruits and meat at home will be easy to keep fresh..."

   Chen Ling briefly explained.

   "Sounds good, I'll try this mountain spring water."

  Zhou Weijun rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward.

  The men and women who came with them were also very surprised. They had never heard of water coming out of this hard mountain wall.

   also stepped forward one after another.

   "Wow, it's icy and refreshing, with a touch of sweetness. It's much better than iced soda."

   Zhou Weijun squatted next to the spring water and drank another handful, and the thick beard around his mouth was wet.

  The same is true for those men and women in the same industry.

  Having lived in the city for a long time, such clear and sweet natural spring water is quite attractive to them.

   "Hurry up and build the water tower, Fugui, what a waste of such cool and sweet mountain spring water flowing into canals and fish ponds."

   "Hahaha, you like it so much, I can bring you two pots when I leave."

   laughed and said a few words, and when Zhou Weijun learned what he and Han Chuang were doing here, he also hurriedly stretched his neck, tilted his head, and looked up at the watermelons in the cracks in the rocks.

   "Hey, this watermelon really knows how to choose a place, and it grows in the crevice of the stone. I don't know how it grows in such a narrow crevice."

Zhou Weijun praised, and said to the few people in the same company: "See, what I said when I came here, even if I can't get things done, I definitely didn't come in vain. My brother's village is full of rare things. It's better to come here than you." It’s fun to travel on purpose.”

   "Aside from other things, have you ever seen a watermelon growing in a crack in a rock?"

"never seen it."

  Several men and women shook their heads in unison. They had seen watermelons growing on the ground, but they had never seen watermelons growing in cracks in rocks.

   When I saw it for the first time, I found it very strange, and I kept looking up.

  Seeing this, Chen Ling went back and carried the ladder out. The mountain wall here is very steep, and in some places it is almost ninety degrees.

  Seeing this, Zhou Weijun rushed forward with a playful smile: "Hey, let me come, let me come, I have never picked this kind of watermelon before."

  No one robbed him, and let him climb up the bamboo ladder.

"Oh, there is a square watermelon with a square head and a square brain in the stone trough above. It grows quite big, square watermelon, flat watermelon, and two stone seams that look like an extruded mushroom head... "

  Zhou Weijun saw that these watermelons were flat, square, and all kinds of strange shapes, some of which were tightly blocked by wild vines, and some of them were in the crevices of stones or in uneven stone troughs.

  All of them are firmly embedded in the crevices of the stones, like strange-shaped green mushrooms drilled out of the mountain wall, which suddenly feels even more strange.

  In this kind of place, I don't know how the watermelon grows here.

   But when he stretched out his hand to pick it off, he couldn't take it off: "My dear, the card is really strong, it's grown together with the rock."

  Continue to try **** each watermelon, but in the end I cut my palm and failed to pick one off.

   He had no choice but to get down from the ladder, wiped the blood on his hands, and said to everyone: "No, it really grew in the crevice of the stone, and I can't pull it out."

   "Old Zhou, go wash your hands, I'll go up and try."

   Afterwards, Chen Ling climbed up the bamboo ladder, tried on various strange-shaped watermelons, and found that the melons that grew in the crevices of the stones were really difficult to pick.

  His strength is great, and he can easily pick the watermelon from the vine, but he can't pull the watermelon out of the rock intact.

  These watermelons are firmly embedded in the crevices of the stones. Unless the melons are broken, they cannot be picked at all.

  In the end, I had no choice but to pick off a square watermelon that grew in a concave rock trough, and a watermelon squeezed out of a rock crevice. I pulled more than half of it with my hands, and held the watermelon with both hands, and slowly took the half watermelon off.

   Many country kids can go up and down the ladder without holding on to it, and Chen Ling is naturally no problem.

But when Chen Ling took the watermelon down, everyone couldn't help being surprised again when they saw the appearance of the half of the watermelon: "Good guy, this watermelon growing in the crevice of the stone is still ripe. Look at the watermelon!" The flesh is ruddy, and you can smell the sweet water vapor from the watermelon."

  They found it strange, and Wang Laishun found it even more incredible.

   Although the two watermelons of Chen Ling’s family are rooted on the ground, according to the experience of farmers, when planting watermelons, if the watermelon vines do not grow close to the ground, but grow higher, the resulting watermelons will not grow too big...

   At most, it will grow to the size of two fists, and it will not grow any longer. It will fall off automatically after a long time.

This happened in the greenhouse of Wang Lixian’s family last year. The greenhouse was warm and had sufficient light and heat. There was a melon seedling growing in the corner that was left unattended for a while, and climbed up the bamboo poles in the greenhouse. The watermelon it produced is such a virtue up.

  Those watermelons didn't grow big at all, and they fell down by themselves, falling all over the ground, full of uncooked raw melon eggs.

   And the two melon seedlings of Chen Ling's family can grow so big watermelons.

  It's fine if it grows so big, the key is not raw melon eggs with pale white flesh.

   Moreover, the half-drawn watermelon that Chen Ling broke open violently, the flesh of the melon was extremely rosy and delicate. Looking at it, everyone had the urge to swallow their saliva.

  Chen Ling was also unambiguous, and broke a few pieces with his hands again, and each shared a piece to taste.

"Grandma, this melon looks so ugly, I didn't expect it to be delicious..." After Wang Laishun spit out two watermelon seeds, he gnawed the watermelon, broke the watermelon skin into small pieces, and threw it into the ditch. It caused a group of fish to jump out of the water to fight for it.

   Seeing this, Zhou Weijun followed suit. After eating the melon, they fed the fish with the skin of the melon, having a great time.

   After eating the melon and feeding the fish, a **** and Zhou Weijun got together and whispered a few words, and then Zhou Weijun asked Chen Ling on her behalf.

   It turned out that the square watermelon shape was rare, and this woman wanted to take it back for the child.

   It's just a watermelon, and Chen Ling doesn't care, so just take it away.

   Perhaps seeing Chen Ling's generosity, the **** thanked Chen Ling a few words, and then said to Chen Ling: "Little brother, we are here with Lao Zhou this time, and we actually want to ask you for help..."

   "Our crew is going to film Water Margin this year, and we still lack a suitable tiger-fighting hero. Now we are looking for a few people to choose, because when filming Jingyanggang Tiger Fighting, we have to play with real tigers...

  Even if the tiger is borrowed from the zoo, no one has the guts to fight a tiger.

   Later we heard Lao Zhou talk about you, knowing that you had hunted leopards in the mountains, and you often hunted leopards in normal times. We were very pleasantly surprised and rushed over immediately. "

   "...Speaking of these, it is really difficult for us to find suitable people here. I want to ask you, would you like to play a role? We will pay you."

   To be honest, Chen Ling was a little confused after hearing the reason for this woman's visit. He had no problem finding him to buy some special products. He came to him for acting, so how could he not be confused.

   Eight poles can't be hit.

   "Fugui, don't be stunned. Think about it, it's Water Margin, the Four Great Classics, and Wu Song, the hero who fights the tiger. Others don't have this opportunity..."

   Zhou Weijun poked Chen Ling with his elbow and encouraged him in a low voice.

  If others don’t know, how can he not know?

The woman was still skeptical when she came here, but when she came to the village, after inquiring between the brigade and the villagers, and seeing the real person Chen Ling again, the woman was immediately moved. Isn't he the right candidate for Tiger Fighting Hero?

   "What, what, you are looking for Ling Zi, it is to act, to play Wu Song."

Han Chuang, who had been silent all this time, almost rolled his eyes out. He didn't understand what the woman said, but he understood what Zhou Weijun said. This group of people came here to find Ling Zi to act in TV, or to act His favorite Wu Song.

   Be good, is Ling Zi so powerful now?

  (end of this chapter)