Liu Sanmu's somewhat vulgar eyes couldn't stop looking into the basket Fang Xiaoyue was carrying.
"I just pulled out some thatch and found some firewood. I don't have enough firewood at home."
Fang Xiaoyue said very relaxedly, not hiding anything, but in a flash he turned his attention to Liu Sanmu: "Uncle Sanmu, I can't open the pot at home, can you lend me some food?"
Upon hearing this, Liu Sanmu retracted her forward body, as if she was deaf, and led the buffalo away, muttering: "Where are we going to graze the cows today?"
Well, although she felt a little speechless about Liu Sanmu's appearance, Fang Xiaoyue also knew that these days, there were too few people willing to borrow food.
Most people don't have enough food to eat, not to mention that Liu Sanmu has always been the owner of only one in and one out, so it is even less likely that he will agree to lend him food.
Of course, Fang Xiaoyue said that just to dispel Liu Sanmu's prying, and it didn't matter whether he could borrow food or not.
Returning to the thatched cottage, I looked at the water tank. The water tank that was filled yesterday was of little use.
Fang Xiaoyue peeled off the mountain rat skin, washed it slightly, and put it in a cool place to dry.
Although the tails are cut off, in fact, the supply and marketing cooperative in the town will buy these leather goods, as long as the people in the village don't know about it.
Fang Xiaoyue didn't plan to take the mountain rat meat to Zhang Daniu's house. It was too conspicuous. Once cooked, the aroma that spread out could not be stopped at all.
By then, there will be big trouble.
Thinking of this, Fang Xiaoyue quickly cleaned up the mountain rat, then went to the pond to find a lotus leaf, stuffed various seasonings into the mountain rat's belly, wrapped it in the lotus leaf, coated the outside with a layer of mud, put it in the stove and used it in the dark. Roast over slow fire.
When the layer of mud dries completely, cracks slightly, and reveals a hint of meat aroma, Fang Xiaoyue will know that the meat is done.
Take out the mud ball, smash it into pieces, peel off the lotus leaves, and the aroma of the meat will hit your nostrils.
Fang Xiaoyue looked around, and to be on the safe side, she closed the door of the thatched cottage and hid inside to eat alone.
Although this meat has no salt and only some wild seasonings, for Fang Xiaoyue who has the memory of Zhang Fugui, it is already a rare and extremely delicious meat.
Hu Hu finished the meat and licked the meat foam and oil on his fingers. Then he remembered that he had eaten so fast that he had forgotten to leave some for Zhang Daniu's family.
Of course, three or four pounds of rat meat actually shrinks after being roasted.
But it also made him eat happily, and he felt a deep sense of happiness in his heart.
"Fugui! Fugui! Are you here?"
Just when Fang Xiaoyue was burying the bones and lotus leaves and lying on the bed savoring the delicious rat meat, she heard Zhang Daniu's voice coming from outside the thatched house.
"Uncle! I'm here!"
Fang Xiaoyue heard the voice and hurried out to greet him.
After leaving the thatched hut, he saw Zhang Daniu and Zhao Xiangdong, the accountant and scorekeeper of the brigade, standing outside, with Liu Sanmu leading an oxcart beside him.
Zhao Xiangdong was a bit skinny, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and had a rare pen in Forsythia Village inserted in his jacket pocket to show his status as a cultural person.
Of course, in fact, Zhao Xiangdong, the accountant, just graduated from elementary school.
Therefore, after the educated youths arrived, he felt very uncomfortable. He often said in front of Zhang Daniu that those educated youths could not endure hardship.
Although he was not too evil-minded, he still affected Zhang Daniu to some extent.
Seeing that Liu Sanmu was there, Fang Xiaoyue licked her lips subconsciously, worried that she had not wiped it clean and would be smelled by others, and even regretted not pulling a few pieces of mint to clean her mouth.
"Fugui, today the team is going to the town to repair farm tools. You go and I'll give you 5 work points!"
Zhang Daniu shouted at the top of his lungs when he saw Fang Xiaoyue coming out, not caring that taking care of Fang Xiaoyue would cause dissatisfaction among other villagers.
You know, 5 work points is not a small amount.
During the busy farming season, an adult man only earns 10 work points a day.
Go to town like this and help move farm tools. It won't take you half a day. It's only 5 work points. Besides, you can also take an ox cart to the town for free. There are many villagers who want to go.
Fortunately, Zhang Daniu, the captain of the brigade, is quite prestigious. Otherwise, even if Zhang Fugui is an orphan and the brigade takes care of him in this way, many narrow-minded villagers may directly object.
Fang Xiaoyue was overjoyed. He was just thinking about how to show off his skills in a more reasonable way when Zhang Daniu unexpectedly handed him a pillow.
He immediately formed a plan in his mind. Of course, how to implement it had to be adaptable.
"Uncle, I'm going!"
Fang Xiaoyue hurriedly took care of the matter.
Several people went to the village committee together and loaded the various farm tools piled up onto the oxcart. After that, Liu Sanmu drove the oxcart and took the lead. Zhang Daniu and others took turns sitting on the oxcart towards the town. Rush up.
Forsythia Village, also called the Eighth Brigade, is under the jurisdiction of Bencao Town.
Materia Medica Town has long been a well-known herbal medicine gathering place, with various drug dealers gathering here.
However, the impact of the war that followed caused the decline of Bencao Town.
But even so, the former glory of Bencao Town can still be seen.
For example, when she first entered Materia Medica Town, Fang Xiaoyue saw several herbal medicine shops lined up.
There are notices outside these herbal shops announcing the long-term purchase of herbal medicines.
Fang Xiaoyue looked through Zhang Fugui's memories and found that the villagers needed to organize a team to collect herbs to sell here.
However, the herb-picking skills of the villagers in Forsythia Village were interrupted due to the war. Even when picking herbs, they can only choose some familiar herbs, such as forsythia, barbata, honeysuckle, etc.
The value of these herbs is not very high. In addition, due to the drought and floods in the past few years, Forsythia Village has no intention of working on it.
Fang Xiaoyue could only shake his head. If there were precious herbs such as ginseng in Dalong Mountain, he could try to work in this direction, but he could not find such records after searching through Zhang Fugui's memory.
Maybe Dalong Mountain is not suitable for the growth of precious herbs, right?
Walking through the main street that runs through Bencao Town, turned a corner, and arrived at the Bencao Town Supply and Marketing Cooperative.
However, they did not enter the supply and marketing cooperative, but went around to a small alley behind the supply and marketing cooperative.
A sign hung at the end of the alley: Bencao Town Supply and Marketing Cooperative Maintenance Point, and banging sounds could be heard from time to time.
Zhang Daniu took the lead and knocked on the ajar wooden door.
Soon the wooden door opened, and a middle-aged man with half-grey hair poked his head out. He couldn't help but laugh when he saw Zhang Daniu: "Hey, it's brother Daniu. What kind of wind brought you here today?"
"What kind of wind? It's a breeze!"
Zhang Daniu replied angrily: "I said the quality of the farm tools of your supply and marketing cooperative is getting worse and worse. These hoes, sickles, and axes are already chipped after just a few years after I bought them."
Well, actually, things are not as exaggerated as Zhang Daniu said.
It’s been half a year since I bought those farm tools.
But problems did arise.
This is not surprising, in this small plane these days, there is not much good steel to make farm tools.
The iron materials used to make farm tools are actually smelted in small blast furnaces, and are often much inferior to strip steel.
The half-gray middle-aged man also knew this, so he smiled sheepishly, and while letting Zhang Daniu in, he said: "Don't our supply and marketing cooperatives have a one-year warranty? The supply and marketing cooperatives in Longwan Town next door don't care when they go out. of."
Perhaps because of the good relationship, Zhang Daniu immediately wanted to fight back.
The Longwan Town Supply and Marketing Cooperative doesn't care when it goes out, but the warranty of your Bencao Town Supply and Marketing Cooperative also costs money! ! !
Of course, he wouldn't say anything about asking the other party to express his style without charging money. After all, the two of them have a good relationship. Although the price of farm tool repair cannot be reduced, the quantity can be operated.
At this time, the other party has already taken a lot of risks.
When Fang Xiaoyue and others saw Zhang Daniu entering the repair station, they hurriedly moved the farm tools on the bullock cart in one by one.
The repair shop is a hodgepodge.
There are large stoves, hammers, etc. used by blacksmiths, and saws, chisels, etc. used by carpenters.
In short, these things can almost repair most of the farm tools sold by supply and marketing cooperatives.
But there weren't many people in the repair shop.
The half-gray middle-aged man is named Huang Laoyao. He is a blacksmith and the person in charge of this repair point.
When he took off his clothes, took out some red-hot iron tools from the stove and banged them with his bare arms, Fang Xiaoyue was a little jealous when he saw those strong muscles.
The other one is carpenter Cheng Dashui, an old man who looks to be in his fifties.
There was less work in Dashui this time, and the people were relatively quiet. They sat on a small bench and smoked dry cigarettes without saying a word or choking.
"Lao Cheng, work has started!"
The youngest Huang greeted Cheng Dashui, then threw a few selected hoe blades into the stove, pulled the bellows, and there was a fierce roar.
Cheng Dashui took a few puffs, sprayed out two plumes of smoke from his nostrils, knocked the dry pipe on the soles of his feet, got up and went directly to the yard.
A broken pedal threshing machine from Forsythia Village was placed there.
This pedal threshing machine is made of wood and is the most advanced rice threshing machine in Forsythia Village.
Before there was such a threshing machine, the villagers in Forsythia Village could only hold the rice ears with their hands and throw them against the edge of the barrel to thresh the rice, which consumed both time and labor.
Since purchasing five pedal threshing machines, threshing rice in Forsythia Village has become much easier.
One person can operate it by continuously pressing the pedal with one foot, holding the rice ears with both hands and sending it into the mouth, and the rice can be threshed.
Therefore, Zhang Daniu attached great importance to this broken pedal thresher.
If the pedal thresher hadn't broken down, I wouldn't have made a special trip to town.
After all, those broken hoes, sickles and other farm tools could barely be used by re-sharpening them themselves. If they were really useless, they were brought over for repair this time.
In Fang Xiaoyue's eyes, the foot-operated thresher was obviously very backward, and its appeal was not as attractive as the stove burning with blazing flames.
