Retired soldier king and his little sweetheart

In less than 10 minutes, both Zhuang Xiaoduo and Jiankang brother were defeated. Fortunately, the rice cake has reached the standard.

The aunts rushed forward, smearing the cooled egg oil in their hands, grabbed a lump of hot cakes in the stone trough, tossed them back and forth into balls, and when they walked to the chopping board, the balls were almost ready, and they were thrown on the ground with a snap. On the chopping board, use the palm of your hand to form a round cake shape.

Zhuang Xiaoduo was itching to see it, washed his hands, and joined the poop massage team.

There are generally three kinds of rice cakes here, one is red bean, the other is pure white glutinous rice, and the third is pink after mixing with food coloring.

"Xiao Duo, come and write." The third aunt brought a bowl, which contained ink made with edible coloring.

Zhuang Xiaoduo had never written calligraphy before, but thinking that writing on rice cakes was nothing more than a celebration, he agreed.

While speaking, Tang Huai had already started to hammer the second pot.

Zhuang Xiaoduo wrote with confidence, and wrote "囍" on a piece of white rice cake. The strokes were round and cute, and he looked at his masterpiece proudly.

The third aunt laughed loudly: "Xiao Duo, this is not someone who wants to get married, why do you write a happy letter?"

"what?"

"It's only for weddings and weddings."

Zhuang Xiaoduo rubbed his hands: "Then what should I write?"

Zhuang Xiaoduo tried hard to recall what his family used to write during the Chinese New Year, but after much deliberation, he only remembered that his grandfather liked to draw cartoon animals on it.

Third Aunt: "Write a year, or auspicious ones, or abundance."

Zhuang Xiaoduo looked at the piece of festive rice cake, and the third aunt added: "You can take that piece home. Auntie wishes you to get married early, and you can use it when you marry a wife haha."

After working all morning, the men in the village had sore arms, and the two long tables on the dam were filled with rice cakes, half of which were written by Zhuang Xiaoduo.

For his own, besides writing, he also drew some cartoon animals according to his grandfather's habit, including pigs and sheep, ugly and cute.

After finishing the work in the village, Zhuang Xiaoduo and Tang Huai drove to the factory for a couple of times. He thought of a year-end reward for the employees, which cost little money and was very motivating.

Tang Huai was driving, and when the two passed by the orchard, they saw Zhuang Fengxiang wandering around in the orchard, holding a plastic bag in his hand.

When she heard the sound of the car, she turned her head and greeted Zhuang Xiaoduo: "Little Toge!"

"What are you doing here?"

Zhuang Fengxiang: "Brother Jianjian said that there are still some oranges in the garden that have not been picked, so I have time to pick them and take them home to eat."

She spread out the plastic bag, which was filled with not-so-big oranges, and took out two eggs from her pocket after speaking: "I also picked up two eggs in the garden, which were probably laid by the chickens we ran out of, but No chickens in sight."

Zhuang Xiaoduo said cheerfully, "The garden is too big."

After saying this, he suddenly thought that it would take a lot of time and cost to weed the dozens of acres of orchards every year. Wouldn't it be best to have the best of both worlds if the chickens were raised in the orchards?

After arriving at the factory, Tang Huai called the team leaders to listen to the report, while Zhuang Xiaoduo was immersed in checking the feasibility of free-range chickens in the orchard on his mobile phone.

I don't know if I don't check it. It is actually very common to raise chickens in orchards, but there are advantages and disadvantages.

He planned to discuss it with Brother Health.

I thought that in the next year, the other half of the chicken farm would also be contracted to increase the amount of chickens raised. If the orchard is available, then there is no need for it, and even the amount of free-range chickens is larger than that of Baoshantou.

Simply the best of both worlds.

When I told Tang Huai about this plan, Tang Huai was not as optimistic as Zhuang Xiaoduo. His point was not the benefits of free-range chickens, but why Brother Jianjian gave him the orchard to raise chickens.

"Can we give him money? And chicken manure can provide fertilizer for fruit trees and eat pests, how wonderful." Zhuang Xiaoduo thought for granted.

Tang Huai closed the cover of the electrical box: "Then what if he raises it himself? According to what you said, raising chickens has these benefits. He buys chickens and raises them. He only needs to scatter some feed every day, and he earns what you give him." How many times?"

Zhuang Xiaoduo's expression darkened: "Why do you always think of others so mercenary?"

"That's not what I meant," Tang Huai wanted to put his hand on Zhuang Xiaoduo's shoulder, but he avoided it: "Things involving interests must be more realistic."

Zhuang Xiaoduo couldn't understand, he felt that Brother Jiankang was not that kind of person.

The two chatted a bit unpleasantly, and Zhuang Xiaoduo didn't want to quarrel with Tang Huai, nor did he want to force him to agree with him, so he ended the discussion hastily.

Zhuang Xiaoduo got into the cafeteria, and an aunt in the factory was cooking rice.

Due to the large number of people eating in the factory, rice cookers were not available, so my aunt brought an unused large steamer from her home. Every day, after cooking the rice in the large stove, the rice soup was filtered out with a steamer and then steamed.

In this way, a large bucket of rice soup can be obtained every day.

"Boss, you haven't come to the factory for a meal for a long time." The aunt said while serving the steamer.

Zhuang Xiaoduo took a bowl, scooped a bowl of rice soup from the bucket and drank half of it.

"It's lunch today." The aunt turned around and saw Zhuang Xiaoduo drinking rice soup with relish: "Boss, I used it to feed the pigs."

Zhuang Xiaoduo shook his hand holding the bowl, pretending to be calm and said: "People can drink too."

"That bucket is not clean, I only wash it once a few days."

Zhuang Xiaoduo sprayed, Tang Huai couldn't hold back his laughter, and stretched out his hand to pat him on the back: "It's not clean, you won't get sick if you eat it."

The aunt twitched her lips in embarrassment: "I'm afraid I'm sick..."

Watching her boss being so hungry that she scrambled for food from the pigs, the aunt who cooked the rice scooped a bowl of rice from the big steamer, and mixed it with some lard and soy sauce that she made herself.

"It will take more than half an hour to eat lunch."

In order to inform the staff of the exquisite year-end reward, he specially ordered two chickens from Fengxiang to serve as an extra meal for the staff, and by the way, he would use the big pot for dinner.

Zhuang Xiaoduo was eating delicious soy sauce bibimbap, walking around behind his aunt and Tang Huai.

Auntie was cutting lettuce, and out of the corner of her eye she saw Tang Huai who was chopping the chicken: "Boss, don't keep the chicken legs, there are no children in the factory."

Tang Huai raised his chin towards Zhuang Xiaoduo: "Yes."

The aunt laughed straight: "You two brothers have a good relationship, unlike my family who quarrel every day."

"What is it?"

"I haven't won a year-end bonus after working in a pig farm for so many years."

"Thank you boss hehe."

The employees sat around two tables with their rice bowls in their hands, all focusing on Zhuang Xiaoduo, expecting him to tell the amount of the red envelope.

The chopsticks in Zhuang Xiaoduo's hands collided twice, making a crisp sound.

"Everyone listen to me! I decided that every employee in the pig farm can choose one piglet from the first batch of piglets. After five months, this piglet will belong to everyone. You can take it home or If you sell it through the factory, the money will be distributed to you!"

"Okay! The boss is grand!" The employee shouted happily.

According to the current market situation, the price of a 130-jin standard pig can be sold for about 5000 yuan, which is already more than a month's salary for most people in the factory.

"There are still more!" Zhuang Xiaoduo stood up excitedly: "After everyone has selected the pigs, go to the production team leader Zhuang Aiguo to register and number them. Xiaozhu Pig Farm is holding the first Pig King Contest!"

staff:……

"The one who wins will get a bonus of 1000 yuan!" Zhuang Xiaoduo was so excited that the word "bonus" was called splits.

staff:……

Zhuang Aiguo: "What, this pig."

Zhuang Xiaoduo: "At present, three events have been decided, one is the piggy run, the pig whose pig reaches the finish line first within 30 meters will win, and the second pig king beauty pageant, no one takes a photo for the piggy, I will Post a picture in Moments to vote, the one with the most votes wins, the third...hehe."

Tang Huai was amused when he thought about the way more than 30 piglets were running around in the factory, and looked up at Zhuang Xiaoduo, who was full of whimsical ideas, with gentle eyes.

"Song of the pig! Use a decibel meter to record the decibels of the pig's cry. The one with the highest wins. Let me declare first, you can't use violence on the pig."

The employees all felt speechless and a little funny. This was the most outrageous game they had ever seen in their working careers.

Zhuang Fengxiang asked with sparkling eyes: "Little Togo, can I hold the Chicken King Competition?"

"Do you have employees? Do you still have chickens?"

Zhuang Fengxiang shook her head and said no.

"That's it, work hard, young man."

After eating, Zhuang Xiaoduo was the first to rush into the nursery pen, and dragged Tang Huai to pick their pigs together.

"This one, chubby." Tang Huai pointed to a little white pig with a snotty nose.

Zhuang Xiaoduo looked around: "No, my goal is to win the first place in the beauty pageant, his eyes are too small, fat and wretched."

Piglet: "? Humph."

In the end he chose a piglet with two black spots on its eyebrows.

Tang Huai frowned: "It's not beautiful either."

"You don't understand," Zhuang Xiaoduo hugged the piglet: "This is called being unique, and we will stand out from a group of fair-skinned and beautiful piglets."

Tang Huai didn't understand, so she picked a fat one for herself, and it was cute and fat.

Zhuang Xiaoduo looked at his pig and shook his head: "That fat one of yours can't run at all."

After Zhuang Xiaoduo registered his piggy number, he remembered that Yan Wenxiang was not here, so he went to call him.

He was still slumped, sitting in his rest room listening to the radio.Zhuang Xiaoduo told him about this, but he didn't agree anyway, saying that he was not working for a pig farm, so he couldn't take advantage of this, and just take care of his fermentation bed.

Zhuang Xiaoduo can't help it, his mourning seems to be engraved in his bones, no matter what happens, he can't arouse the ripples in his heart, he just lives like this, unless his lover comes back to life.

As the Chinese New Year is getting closer, Sunshine Piggy's technical consultant came to the factory to have a look before the annual holiday, and this time it was people from the headquarters.

The technical consultant came by car, and got out of the car with a big box, saying that it was the general manager who asked him to bring it, and it was a New Year's gift for them.

Zhuang Xiaoduo and Tang Huai moved into the dormitory and took it apart, and it turned out to be a huge golden piggy bank with four large characters printed on it: Pig you get rich.

Zhuang Xiaoduo and Tang Huai laughed, thinking that the road had not been damaged and it was really embarrassing for the technical consultant.

In addition to being happy, the two also began to worry about what to send him back. The technical consultant only stayed for one night and set off at noon tomorrow.

All Tang Huai could think of was the family's specialties, such as rice cakes and bacon.

But thinking that he is still in the hospital, still preparing for surgery abroad, and the food is under the care of the hospital nutritionist, that's all.

"Shall we give him a pig?" Zhuang Xiaoduo said.

"Why does he want a pig?" When Tang Huai said this, he was lazily lying on his side on the bed, wearing the sweater and jacket that Zhuang Xiaoduo bought for him, with his head lowered but no trace of fat on his chin. A little dry.

Zhuang Xiaoduo's Adam's apple twitched up and down, creeping over and kissing him on the mouth.

"I mean let him pick a pig for the race."

Tang Huai smiled: "If you don't win, he will say that you operated in secret."

"I'm the organizer, I'll do what I say, and I have the right to explain everything." Zhuang Xiaoduo raised his chin.

Tang Huai scratched the bridge of his nose with his index finger: "Unscrupulous boss."