Wang Zhong led Ma Debao and the others to make tiles and burn kilns. On the other side of the homestead, the old party secretary led the villagers to start digging the foundation according to the lines drawn by Wang Zhong with lime.
After digging, use a wooden mallet to hammer down the bottom of the ditch.
During this period, Wang Zhong also met Ma Huashui's eldest son, Ma Defu, the protagonist in the original plot. Now Ma Defu is in middle age and just came back from summer vacation.
Ma Defu is also a warm-hearted person. After hearing about Wang Zhong, he immediately volunteered to help.
The food in Wang Zhong's place is good, and they can eat a meal of mutton in two days. The villagers are all eager to come and help Wang Zhong. No one is needed to help him in making tiles and burning the kiln.
However, Wang Zhong entrusted the coal transportation to the villagers. Villagers from nearby Kushui Village often saw villagers from Yongquan Village pulling carts and dragging dark coal in groups from the county. Go to Yongquan Village.
There is strength in numbers, and it is true that Wang Zhongding's cement and white ash were temporarily piled in the open space, with the bottom raised and covered with the oilcloth Wang Zhong bought.
In the courtyard of the old branch secretary's house, Wang Zhong was shirtless and made doors and windows by himself.
Ma Debao and Shui Wang stood nearby, helping Wang Zhong and handing him tools while staring at Wang Zhong's movements, for fear of missing every detail.
The old party secretary squatted under the eaves outside the gate, holding a cigarette rod in his hand and the cigarette holder in his mouth, with a smile on his face: "Xiao Chong, why do you feel like you know everything!"
"This carpentry job is no worse than that of Carpenter Xing!" Carpenter Xing is a well-known carpenter from all over the country. He is in his fifties and sixties. People in the village turn to him if they want to open cabinets or something.
"I have liked these since I was a child. I studied with a master for a while. I also like to think about it, and I can barely use it." Wang Zhong kept moving his hands. The sun was high, and there were fine beads of sweat all over his body.
"With your skills, even if you don't farm, you won't have to worry about having food to eat!" The old party secretary was very happy. Wang Zhong had given him too many surprises these days.
Just after the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, Wang Zhong's doors and windows were finished, painted, and hung to dry in the courtyard of the old party secretary's house. The construction of the new house officially started. Ma Huanshui helped call more than 20 strong laborers to come over and help. .
The three layers of blue bricks inside the foundation are alternately paved with ground beams and connected with cement and fine sand. After drying, the remaining gaps on both sides are backfilled with soil and compacted.
Then, under Wang Zhong's personal command, in less than two days, under Wang Zhong's guidance, the villagers who knew mud and water worked together to help Wang Zhong finish the main body of the house!
On the third day, we took a rest to wait for the cement to be firmer. On the fourth day, the logs that had been sliced in advance were put on the house. Everyone worked together, and in just half a day, all the crossbars were erected, and the palm-width rafters bought from the county were used. Iron nails are fixed on the crossbar.
In the afternoon, Wang Zhong held a banquet and invited everyone in Yongquan Village to eat on a flowing table.
The main dish was mutton stewed with potatoes, and the staple food was steamed buns made of cornmeal. The villagers also showed off their various martial arts skills, blasting firecrackers and noisy gongs and drums, making it very lively.
….The next step is Gaiwa! It was useless to have too many people building tiles. Wang Zhong did it himself. About ten people passed each other one by one to make a manual transport belt to send the tiles to the roof. It took two days to complete!
The rest are just trivial odd jobs.
Wang Zhong led Ma Debao, Shui Wang and Ga Wa, teaching them how to adjust cement ash, the ratio of water to cement and fine sand, and taught them the craftsmanship of mud tiles.
Ma Debao has the highest talent, is also the most willing to work hard, and learns the fastest. Gawa and Shuiwang are slightly less talented, and they are also a little playful.
By the time Wang Zhong's new house was completely completed, it was almost winter.
From the end of June to the beginning of November, it took a total of more than four months of work. The villagers looked at Wang Zhong's new home standing at the end of the village, with a somewhat delicate and solemn atmosphere, which was very different from all the houses in the village. They all showed envy in their eyes.
Early in the morning, Debao, Gawa Shuiwang and Mai Miao took the initiative to come to the door and help Wang Zhong move the things that had been left at the old party secretary's house into his new home one by one. After moving the things, Wang Zhong came to the door in person and invited The old party secretary's family, Ma Huashui's family, Li Shuihua and her father Li Laoshuan went to the house for a warm meal in the evening.
Not long after noon, Wang Zhong was clearing the vegetable plot in the courtyard, trying to plant some vegetables before winter.
"Brother Wang Zhong!"
Footsteps were heard outside the courtyard, and two familiar voices reached his ears. Wang Zhong looked at the water splashes and wheat seedlings standing outside the fence with some surprise.
"Splash? Maimiao? Come in quickly, what do you want from me?"
Shui Hua said: "Didn't you say you wanted to treat us to a hothouse meal? Mai Miao and I thought we could come over early and help you!"
Without even thinking about it, Mai Miao must have been called here by Shui Hua. Shui Hua came here early because she was a grown man and was afraid that she would be too busy with things on the stove!
Because of the fact that he refused to enter her house last time, he pulled Mai Miao over so as not to attract any attention.
With more and more contact with her, Wang Zhong's impression of this girl became better and better. He was no longer just interested in her, but began to appreciate her a little.
"Just in time! I was worried that I would be too busy alone!"
Wang Zhong smiled and put his head in the utility room, scooped water from the water tank, washed his hands in the wooden basin, wiped them clean, and said to the water flower with a smile: "You two are here just in time, give me a hand, today I will also show my skills to you guys."
"Showing a hand?" Shui Hua was a little surprised. She didn't expect Wang Zhong to say that, but somehow, she suddenly felt hopeful in her heart. A smile appeared on her face, and she said playfully: "Then I'll wait and see?"
"Brother Wang Zhong!" Mai Miao said with a look of disbelief: "Really or not? Are you showing off your skills to us?"
"Whether it is true or not, you will know later!"
Wang Zhong raised his head confidently: "I couldn't free up my hands a while ago, but now you can take care of me. The custody will surprise you!"
Pushing open the kitchen door and walking in, Wang Zhong said, "In this case, Mai Miao will boil some hot water first. I'll go to the backyard to kill the chicken, and the water will make noodles first. Let's make some food richer today."
"Where is the face?" Shuihua asked.
Wang Zhong was still sitting on several big urns in the corner of the room: "Here in Wengli, mix more white flour. Let's make buns today and mix some cornmeal. Later, when the chicken is stewed, stick the corn tortillas on the wall of the pot. superior."
....As soon as Wang Zhong got his belongings, he had already purchased them all.
"OK!"
The three of them divided the work and cooperated. Wang Zhong carried a kitchen knife and a bowl with some salt water and went to the backyard.
After a while, the crow of the rooster gradually subsided, and Wang Zhong walked into the kitchen with the almost dead rooster in one hand and the blood in the other.
Throw the big rooster in the basin, the wheat seedlings have just started to burn, and the water will still be boiling for a while.
Wang Zhong took out a large piece of mutton that had been prepared for a long time from the cabinet. After washing it, he moved the knife quickly, first slicing it, then cutting it into strips, and finally cutting it into small dices.
Seeing Wang Zhong's skillful knife skills, Mai Miao's eyes widened with disbelief: "Brother Wang Zhong, are you too good at using a kitchen knife?"
Wang Zhong's fists and kicks have reached the third level, and his speed and reflexes have reached forty points, which is four times that of ordinary people at their peak state. The speed and stability of his knife movements are far beyond the reach of ordinary chefs, not to mention Wang Zhong's own cooking skills. The skill has also reached level four, and knife skills are one of the foundations of cooking skills.
"With more practice, you can use it almost as well as me!"
"Really?"
"As long as you work hard enough, an iron pestle can be ground into a needle!" Wang Zhong said.
Mai Miao didn't know the secret, but she actually believed it, and said happily: "Dad told us this story..."
Mai Miao's father, Teacher Bai, is the principal and the only teacher of the village primary school.
Mai Miao was chatting there, with a smile on her face and no restraint at all.
Shui Hua smiled, with a look of surprise lingering in her eyes. Just looking at Wang Zhong's knife skills, she already believed most of what he said before about showing off his skills today.
If you don't have excellent cooking skills, how can you have such superb knife skills?
"These mutton stuffed buns must be paired with green onions to make them fragrant!" Wang Zhong said while cutting the mutton.
Shui Hua had already kneaded the noodles and put them aside to wake up, "Then I'll go wash the green onions!"
"Wash another cabbage and more potatoes!"
"okay!"
"When the wheat seedlings are hot, I went to the cupboard and took out the bundle of sweet potato flour and soaked it first."
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Wang Zhong was cutting the mutton while directing Ruoding.
The mutton was cut, then the green onions were cut into cubes, and the ginger and garlic were minced. Wang Zhong seasoned and stuffed them himself.
After more than an hour, the dough was almost awake. Shuihua divided the dough into portions and kneaded them into dough. Mai Miao was responsible for making eighteen pleats of mutton stuffed buns.
Wang Zhong was on the side handling the chicken and chicken offal that had been cleaned by the spray of water.
The kitchen was busy and other people were arriving one after another.
The old party secretary came first, bringing his grandson Shui Wang and his son Li Dayou, followed closely by Ma Huashui and his wife, and Ma Debao and Ma Dehua's family of four.
The two families are in front and behind.
Shuiwang's mother, Debao's mother, and Dehua also walked into the kitchen and helped make the buns together, and the speed suddenly became faster.
Wang Zhong's chicken had just been fried for a while, and the three-layer steamer filled with steamed buns was brought to the stove.
Fry the chicken for ten minutes, then add cold boiled water and simmer. After the water boils, stick a circle of corn tortillas made with water along the wall of the pot.
After ten minutes, add the potatoes, cabbage, vermicelli, and various seasonings.
.... Around five o'clock, the steamed buns were steamed, and the chicken stewed in the iron pot was almost done. Debao, Gawa, and Shuiwang came into the kitchen smelling the smell and stood in a row next to the iron pot, staring intently. He stared at the iron pot, smelling the rising water vapor in the gaps around the lid, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Before serving, scoop the corn tortillas into the thick soup, stir-fry them quickly for two minutes, and fill the large pot with water and flour in the beginning.
"Get out of the pot!"
"It's time to eat!"
Wang Zhong carried the big urn into the main room and placed it on the table.
"Brother Wang Chong, this is so delicious!" Mai Miao's stomach growled at the right moment, as if a chain reaction had started, and the stomachs of Debao and Gawa Shuiwang also started to growl.
All the adults in the room were amused.
Wang Zhong hurriedly said: "Uncle, call Uncle Shui, Uncle Dayou! Uncle Lao Shuan! Hurry up and sit down! Everyone must be hungry, move fast, move fast!"
The men gathered around a table, with women and children sitting next to them. Wang Zhong took out three bottles of Xifeng wine from the cabinet, and the grown men were all stunned to see it.
"Xifeng wine?"
"Chongwazi, you've spent a lot of money!" The old party secretary looked at Xifeng Wine and swallowed subconsciously.
Wang Zhong said with a smile: "How many years has it happened before! Then you have to spend a lot of money, everyone can eat and drink to their heart's content!"
Wang Zhong said as he greeted everyone, "Don't hold it, eat it quickly!"
After saying that, he stuffed a mutton bun into the old party secretary and Ma Huanshui's hands, and used a wooden spoon he made to scoop two spoonfuls of chicken into their bowls.
Only then did everyone move quickly.
"tasty!"
"Delicious!"
“It smells so good!”
"..." Everyone was full of praise.
In this era of scarcity of food and clothing, being able to eat food and fill the stomach is the most satisfying thing for the folks in Yongquan Village. Usually, chicken is stewed, adding more water and drinking more chicken soup. This is the first time that Wang Zhong has done this in all these years.
After trying it, everyone was full of praise!
"Brother Wang Zhong, what you cook is so delicious!" Debao asked Wang Zhong excitedly, still chewing the mutton buns in his mouth, and said with a hint of confusion: "I have never eaten such delicious food. "
The mutton buns are delicious and delicious, and the soup is so rich that you can't put it down after one bite.
Not to mention chicken stewed in an iron pot.
“If it’s delicious, eat more!”
Wang Chong smiled and picked up the wine bowl, shouted to the old party secretary and Ma Shui and the others: "Uncle, call me Uncle Shui, Uncle Dayou, Uncle Lao Shuan! As for me, I am young and have just come back from outside. Many of us in Yongquan Village don’t know many things clearly, and we need some elders to take more care of them and give them more advice in the future.”
Li Laoshuan only had one mouthful of steamed buns and one mouthful of chicken, so he had no time to talk. Li Dayou was about the same. He just ate and stuffed his mouth full, so he could only call for water and the old party secretary.
Seeing Wang Zhong pick up the wine bowl, they also picked up the wine bowl.
The old branch secretary looked at Wang Zhong, then looked at the dishes in the big vat, and said with emotion: "Chong Wazi, such rich dishes are delicious, but this is not how we live. I know that you have some wealth. But you have just built a house, and there is no job at the moment, and you can't grow food in the newly divided land. If you are just sitting on the mountain, no matter how much wealth you have, it will be depleted."
Ma Huanshui also said with a serious face: "Wang Zhong, I want to say something more. Your uncle said this for your own good. We have been watching over the past few months. You have spent so much money on this house." You must have at least six or seven hundred yuan! You are still young and have a long life ahead of you. In the future, you will marry a wife, have children, and continue the family lineage of your old Wang family. There are many places to spend money! If you plan carefully, you can Long time!"
"Uncle, call me Uncle Shui!" Wang Zhong could feel the two people's concern for him, "I'll remember it!"
"As long as you know what's going on!"
The old party secretary was quite pleased, and picked up the wine bowl again and said, "Come! Let's have a bowl first, and wish Chongwazi a prosperous life in the future!"
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