However, Fu Bao asked him to cook it according to his own steps: "Put in oil, add ginger, add peppercorns, star anise, garlic, yes, yes, then put the chicken in and stir-fry, be sure to stir-fry until the aroma is released."
Huang Erlang said while frying: "With so many ingredients, can it be delicious?"
But what Fu Bao said was what it was, and soon the big iron pot gave off a unique fragrance.
The new kids were drooling: "They even killed chickens! It smells so good."
"We're afraid we won't be able to eat, so don't talk. It's good to be able to survive, lest Fu Bao doesn't get tired of looking at us."
"That's right! Can we eat the chicken? Let's get to work quickly!"
A group of children were working with their heads down, but when it was time to eat, they were actually asked to queue up. They were all confused. Can they still eat chicken here?
The eldest child smiled and said, "These pheasants are all caught. We can only eat them if Fu Bao is willing to give them to us. We all picked them up from Fu Bao."
"If it weren't for Fu Bao, we would be nothing. We might even die without a grave."
"That's right! Come on, it's your turn, it's your turn..."
In fact, there is not too much chicken in each person's bowl, but everyone is satisfied.
But there are a lot of wild mushrooms picked in the mountains, so everyone can get a lot of mushrooms.
While drinking the chicken soup, those children said: "It smells so good, it smells so good..."
Fu Bao's bowl contained two large chicken legs, a lot of mushrooms, and chicken hearts, livers, and chicken hearts all went into her porcelain basin.
Now he eats out of a white porcelain basin. Fu Bao drank a whole bowl and felt like his stomach was about to explode.
After eating, these people continued to collect herbs, and Fu Bao took Huang Wulang for a walk through the forest.
Usually spring is full of flowers, mushrooms, and herbs, but this spring, everything is bare.
Huang Wulang said: "The places with water sources are better. Look at the places without water sources. They are all dry and cracked."
Fubao was helpless: "Why isn't it raining now? Who will be farming this year? What if it doesn't rain again this summer?"
Huang Wulang didn't dare to think about it. He hesitated and said: "No, we have to think better. It has been almost a year without rain. What if it really doesn't rain in summer?"
If it was really serious, how many people would die?
The key is that not having food is the scariest thing. Fu Bao was confused, but she quickly calmed down: "Uncle Wu, do you know the well digger?"
"Ah? A well digger? There are many people in our village who know how to dig wells?"
Fu Bao thought for a while and said, "Uncle Fifth, can we dig a well in the valley?"
Huang Wulang thought for a moment and said, "It's not impossible. I'll talk to the village chief then! See if we can dig a well in this valley."
Fu Bao nodded. In fact, she just wanted to take precautions in the future. Besides, growing sweet potatoes also requires some water. It can be dry, but not too dry!
The village chief agreed and found two old masters in the village. The masters found three places where wells could be drilled and said, "These three places are pretty good. Which one do you want to drill?"
Fu Bao didn't like to choose, so she smiled and said, "Please, if you all dig wells, you will be paid 50 cents a day for digging wells. What do you think?"
It's great to be paid for digging wells, but Fubao also said that if anyone reveals this, no food will be distributed to them.
Who dares to speak out? In the year of disaster, everyone is not stupid.
The master who dug the well also started to dig the well formally, and called several young apprentices from the village to work day and night every day.
In less than three days, all the herbs here were prepared, and the land was officially opened. First, the weeds were cleared, and then the cultivated sweet potato seedlings could be put into the ground.
The sweet potato seedlings were planted in the private plot in the village. They have grown a lot. It was already the end of March and all the sweet potato seedlings were transplanted and planted on the mountain.
The people in the village were chatty and all these things were done at night. Huang Erlang put down the sweet potato seedlings and gasped: "I can't do it anymore. It's been two trips. I'm really too tired today."
Huang Wulang hummed: "It seems that, second brother, you haven't done heavy work for a long time, and you are tired of doing this."
Huang Erlang said: "It's better for me, brother! I guess he's asleep now, right?"
"Why don't you tell your parents and you guys will be separated too?" Huang Wulang said with a smile.
Huang Erlang said hehe:
"How can that be done? I'm not stupid. We have good food and good housing at home, and Fu Bao is here to help us.
Now my wife and I earn 6 cents a day, which is 18 yuan a month!
My nianmei and zhaomei have also gone to school. These days, the whole Huangjia Village, bah, who in our brigade can compare with our family? "
Huang Wulang patted him on the shoulder and said: "It's good that second brother understands. I'm afraid that people's hearts are not enough and snakes swallow elephants. If you have eighteen, you will want one hundred and eighty."
"I'm satisfied. Okay, let's go down the mountain and get some sweet potato seedlings." Huang Erlang patted the soil on his buttocks, looked at the moon in the sky and said, "I haven't seen such a beautiful moon for a long time."
Huang Wulang pursed his lips and smiled: "At that time, I was exhausted every day when I came back. How could I still have time to look at the moon?"
When we arrived at the foot of the mountain, we saw that all the sweet potato seedlings had been sent up the mountain. A group of children went up the mountain to collect herbs, which has become the scenery of Huangjia Village. More than 20 villagers also joined the herb collection team.
The people in Huangjia Village looked at the herb collection team in awe. These are the people who get paid every day!
In fact, some of them collect herbs and some go to the valley to farm. Things in the valley cannot be known to outsiders.
Even if someone from a neighboring village knew about it, it would be a big deal.
But if we don't do this, the villagers will have no way of survival. It is absolutely impossible to watch the villagers starve to death.
In three days, the land here was plowed and the well was drilled. The master is a master, so there is no need to mention his skills.
Today we came to plant the sweet potato seedlings, and the villagers happily planted the sweet potato seedlings.
Mrs. Huang, the village chief and the village party secretary also came. The village chief looked at the valley and said, "It's quite big and hidden. Most people can't find it!"
Old Mrs. Huang held her head high and said with a smile: "That's not true. I found it for my family's lucky treasure. Is it OK?"
The village chief nodded and said: "I'm afraid there are more than ten acres of land here. If there is a good harvest in a few months, we in Huangjia Village will no longer have to worry."
Just kidding, one acre of sweet potatoes weighs several kilograms!
Thinking of this, the village chief and the village party secretary's eyes glowed red, it was so incredible!
Old Mrs. Huang hummed and said: "I don't know who it was a few days ago. I thought our Fu Bao brought too many people back..."
The village elder blushed and said: "Who? Who thinks that Fubao has brought back too many people? Village party secretary, your idea is very dangerous? Fubao is the great savior of our village?"
The village party secretary looked confused, but when he saw the village chief's winking expression, he could only hold his nose and admit it. The first level of officialdom is overwhelming!
