My 1995 Small Farm

“Teacher He, you still don’t eat at Brother Ling’s house often. Do you know what I admire most about Brother Ling?”

 “Huh? What?”

“What I admire most is that in the hands of my family, things that are nothing are turned into delicious dishes in the hands of Brother Ling.”

 This is Bai Huining talking about Yu Qian.

After He Jiawen and the others discovered the jackal, they hurried down without daring to stay on the mountain longer.

Then when I returned to the village, I met Yu Qian and his wife.

 Seeing that they were not from the village, they started chatting.

Yu Qian was there and they were both from Beigan, so they quickly became familiar with each other.

“Nonsense, these are just dishes to go with the wine, you, a woman, don’t even understand.”

Yu Qian is really good-tempered when it comes to other things, but when it comes to his favorite snacks, he has his own insistence.

“Teacher He, you will know if we drink together some other time. We gentlemen drink together and there is not enough food to eat. When we are in a hurry to drink, isn’t it just a quickie?”

Yu Qian’s reasoning is very sound.

He Jiawen also agreed and said with a smile: "What I am saying is that in old age, the poor people have rusty nails to drink with. Men drink, and the food is not important.

They are all from Bei'an, and they are all friends with Brother Chen. Do you have anything else to do today? If there's nothing else, let's sit together and have a few drinks.

I heard that the wine here is very tasty. "

“It’s okay, it’s okay, we’re just here to have fun. I’ll call you Fugui later, and I’ll let you try some of my homemade side dishes. They’re definitely good drinks.”

“Okay, no problem, we old Bei Gen can definitely eat a piece, hahaha!”

 Can I have a piece?

Bai Huining could only curl his lips when he heard it, saying in his heart that he hoped Mr. He wouldn't regret it when the time comes.

But He Jiawen met a fellow villager in another place and was in the mood. At this time, he had to drag Yu Qian to find a place to roast the bamboo rats first.

Bamboo rats are really timid.

 Being stressed at every turn, or dying suddenly.

 It needs to be processed in time, otherwise the meat will quickly become stale.

 The village has been quite lively these two days, but this liveliness is caused by trouble.

 This is what He Jiawen and his group encountered yesterday when they first arrived in the morning.

　　That is to say, the new leader from the county wants to build the archway and the turtle king temple in the village.

At first, Wang Laishun thought this matter was not a big deal.

 It will be settled after discussion in the village.

 However, this discussion, even if it was originally a trivial matter, is no longer a trivial matter.

 What's more, this matter is not a trivial matter to the families at the entrance of the village.

 Because after discussion, it was discovered that in addition to cutting down their trees, they also had to occupy a small homestead.

Although there is not much space, each house does not even have two square meters on average.

  But it involves homestead.

 Let alone two square meters, just one square or half a square, even if it takes up the space of one brick, it is definitely not enough for farmers.

　What’s more, on the one hand, no money was given, and on the other hand, the turtle prince’s temple was not organized by the village.

 If the village organizes the establishment of a temple.

 This is easy to say.

Your family contributes money, my family contributes, and it doesn’t matter if it takes up some space. This is a good thing done by one’s own village, and it is worshiped by the gods in one’s own village...

After occupying your own homestead, your family will gain more incense and more blessings.

This is a great thing to save merit for future generations.

 This is what people in the countryside believe.

Of course.

 Even if a temple is spontaneously built in one’s own village.

 You can’t just let someone occupy it easily without thinking about anything.

As the old saying goes: "Live in front of the temple, not behind it; live on the left side of the temple, not on the right side."

 Nowadays, it is difficult to avoid this problem when building a temple at the entrance of a village.

 Things happening behind the temple can be easily avoided.

But if a temple is built at the entrance of the village, many families, such as Lao Niwai's family and Wang Jukun's family, will live on the right side of the temple.

  and is directly on the right side.

This guy, in the eyes of the folks, is very unlucky.

And now, the county is just talking about building a temple. How can it be such a simple thing?

It goes without saying that this kind of thing will definitely arouse collective opposition from the villagers.

Yu Qian and the others were about to roast bamboo rats and prepare to have a big drink.

 Many villagers in the village are carrying chairs for a meeting at the primary school.

 I want to ask why I am not in the brigade during the meeting.

 It’s because the people from Huangni Town on the other side of the brigade are still harvesting wild fruits.

Although no one in Chenwangzhuang goes to pick wild fruits in the mountains, there are still people from other villages who come here sporadically every day.

This of course does not mean that the people in Chenwangzhuang are all kind-hearted. They do not pick wild fruits in their own village and sell them for money, but they also free up the brigade to make money for people from other villages.

 Mainly people from other villages come with carts of wild fruits and have to pay a weighing fee.

It’s not much, just 50 cents per car.

 A bit more expensive than the market in the county.

 It’s so expensive that anyone who comes to sell wild fruits is willing to give it.

 After all, it was convenient and they had less to worry about. They also used the large scales from the brigade and were not from Huangni Town harvesting wild fruits. This also made them feel at ease.

 The money that the brigade sees every day is also managed in a ledger.

 It is said that it is the end of the year, so we can offer sacrifices to the Lord of the Land, buy fireworks, etc., which will be useful then.

 If it is not used, it will be divided among everyone at the end of the year.

 Because the money from selling fish in the reservoir has not yet been divided in the first half of the year. In short, every household has a lot of money.

As long as you can see the money, if the brigade’s yard is occupied, then it will be occupied. So in the past two days, while the students were celebrating Sunday, the school was noisy every day.

He Jiawen and several teachers in his group still live here.

 Seeing this scene, one head is as big as two.

They outsiders don’t dare to interfere in this kind of thing.

 If you can avoid it, just avoid it.

I didn’t see that yesterday, when our village asked Brother Chen, everyone quickly pushed him away.

This is not a matter for each household, so let’s leave it to their village party secretary.

Yu Qian followed He Jiawen and others when they set up a fire by the river to roast bamboo rats.

I saw Zhao Yubao, who was invited over, hurriedly walking home with his head lowered.

Although Zhao Yubao shouted that he wanted to be a cultural hooligan, he always wanted to do something for the village.

 For example, providing money to the village to buy large agricultural machinery, such as arranging teachers for the village.

He had also taken this matter to heart in the past two days. He actually went to the county for a trip in the morning. As a result, they were very polite and gave him face as a great writer. His attitude was extremely low, but they I also said that my desire to help the villagers get rid of poverty and become rich is also true.

In the end, I have to cry to this old man and ask him to come back and persuade the villagers, saying that this is a good thing.

 Zhao Yubao, who claimed to be a cultural hooligan, was trapped by the hooligans.

 After I came back, I couldn't repeat the original words to the villagers, so I changed my words.

　　 is more euphemistic than the original word.

 But the folks don’t accept beating around the bush.

 What is good for us?

We don’t see any benefit at all. We only see that you are going to touch our trees and our homestead.

 This is not as good as our village building its own temple.

 So Zhao Yubao had nothing to do.

 If he continues to control it, it will be as if he is holding fire on both sides.

 If you want to be a cultural hooligan, you can’t just give up.

No wonder wealth and honor don’t want to get involved in this matter at all.

“Professor Zhao, come on, come on, we’re roasting bamboo rats, and we’ll call you Fugui for a drink later.”

“Oh, you went to catch bamboo rats.”

Zhao Yubao was thinking about something all the way without paying attention, and then he realized that someone was setting up a barbecue by the river.

But he had already eaten enough of these things, and he was bored and had no interest in eating them.

 Only when I heard that Chen Ling was called over, I became a little interested.

 Just say that I will call him over and you can bake it.

 Just walk towards the farm.

As a result, Chen Ling happened to be writing a manuscript at home when this happened, and the old man's habit of being a teacher was suddenly aroused.

 Now there is no need for Wang Susu to find typos.

 Professor Zhao Da came to review the manuscript in person.

　　The wording is wrong. Come and change it for Chen Ling in person.

 This process took more than an hour.

When they went out to find He Jiawen and Yu Qian at the river outside the village, Yu Qian was talking and laughing with two little devils who came over at some unknown time.

 Miyoko Chishima: “Welcome Brother Yu to Japan.”

Yu Qian: “I must go, I must go.”

When Chen Ling saw this scene, an inappropriate joke suddenly appeared in his mind: "Welcome Teacher Lu to Japan..."

I have to say that this old boy can really chat with anyone.

“Huh? Brother Li, you two don’t look very good lately. Why don’t you come here to sell fish?”

Chen Ling said strangely when he saw the two people's faces were dark and their eyes were a little heavy.

"Well, nothing's wrong. I just suffered a minor injury some time ago and haven't recovered yet. Thank you for your concern, Brother Chen."

Li Zhongyi forced a smile.

 Actually, this is certainly not just about injuries.

I was **** by Xiaoqingma several times, but it was only the first time that I was seriously injured.

　　It didn’t hurt them much afterward.

Later, they kowtowed to Garlic and burned incense. After the monsters stopped looking for them and the villagers from other villages stopped looking for them, they gradually got better.

 But recently the old monster left, and something else came to harass them.

They also know this thing, it is the local red-crowned cranes.

 Each one is very powerful.

The fish they were planning to feed to the old turtles were all stolen by these big birds.

 Not only did they steal things, but they also harassed them day and night.

This made them wonder for a time whether they had really provoked some local gods or something.

 It is the gods or mountain spirits who drive these things to attack them everywhere.

　This little Japan is quite superstitious sometimes.

 And this made me feel uncomfortable, and I couldn’t sleep well at night.

 Today I came to see Sister Xiufen again for medical treatment.

But I accidentally met Yu Qian and the others having a barbecue by the river. When we started chatting, we didn't expect that they were very happy. The depression in my heart for the past few days was all forgotten.

They thought to themselves that they would go to Garlic recently to pray for them, and then try to see if they could leave.

 If strange things stop happening on the road, they will return home quickly and never come here again.

 Chen Ling was quite hypocritical at this time and said: "We are pen pals, so we should care about each other."

Li Zhongyi’s cheeks tightened and he almost cursed. (End of chapter)