Daily life in the courtyard

Chapter 190 The ability to melt into the bones...

Ganggang Yingzi Village.

Yanzi's house has now become a 'forbidden place', and the villagers from old to young are hiding away.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that he shied away.

Half an hour ago, the gangster group headed by Xu Erhei in the village was declared extinct.

Half of the people in a village witnessed it with their own eyes.

Among these villagers, there are quite a few households covering their kangs and waiting for their trousers to dry.

Terrified shit flow.

And no one joked.

Those who can do it without polluting their pants, without kneeling on the ground, even if they stand like shaking Kang, are considered "courageous".

But also very few.

The old party secretary is in his position, and he has seen big scenes back then, so he can still bear it.

But the two young men who followed him also retreated.

However, the old branch secretary also discovered the clue later.

As long as you don't mess with this master, he's quite kind and easy to talk to.

It can be seen from his attitude towards Yingzi.

"Yingzi, do you want cakes or candies?"

Yingzi's little finger pointed to the candy in Wei Pingan's hand.

"this?"

Yingzi swallowed, nodded, and stared at the Taibai Rabbit toffee in Wei Ping'an's hand with teary eyes.

"Well, here it is for you."

Wei Pingan handed over a Misandao.

Yingzi looked a little disappointed.

In her impression, sugar is sweet, and she doesn't know whether the thing in the other hand tastes good or not.

But she wasn't picky. The dolls who grew up in the countryside seemed to be born with hardships and hardships, and they were naturally more sensible than the children in the city.

Take it and put it in your mouth.

Yingzi's eyes widened suddenly.

Looking up at Wei Pingan, his face was full of surprise and surprise.

"Haha, hahahaha..."

Wei Pingan couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

While laughing, she stuffed a handful of candy into Yingzi's jacket pocket, and let her grab the other two Misandao.

Xiaoyingzi's hands are too small, and he can almost grab a piece of Misandao.

"Thank you brother."

Wei Pingan rubbed Yingzi's little head.

"The one lying in the room is my younger brother. I also thank Yingzi for helping me take care of him."

"Brother Zimo is a good man, my sister said I should help take care of him."

"Well, Yingzi and Yingzi's sister are good people. Only good people make friends with good people."

At this time, Yingzi still couldn't understand the meaning of "making friends" in Wei Pingan's mouth. She just thought that this brother was not annoying, and she liked to talk to him.

So he nodded, thought for a while, and still only said, "Thank you brother."

The old branch secretary watched this scene from the side, and couldn't help but look towards a corner outside the yard with his neck.

Someone had drawn a gun there just now, and a lot of blood had been spattered on the ground.

Capricious?

it's not like that.

It is the kind of old Red Army said, "treat the people as warm as spring breeze, and treat the enemy as biting as winter".

Yes.

Then I thought that Wei Ping'an came in a small jeep with a military badge.

The old branch secretary's eyes gradually lit up.

He knew the truth in his heart, but he didn't dare to be so sure, so he didn't think about telling the villagers right away.

Just in case.

But he felt much more at ease when he 'served' the master himself.

Maybe there is no need to worry about it, and the entrusting person is always ready to use the old coffin he has prepared for a long time...

In the evening, the old branch secretary wanted to invite Wei Pingan to his house for dinner.

When guests from outside enter the village, no matter whether the village is good or bad, it has been a custom since ancient times to receive guests.

"Old party secretary, I'm sorry to trouble you today. I'll eat here tonight. I brought some food in the car. Just heat it up."

When the old branch secretary heard that Wei Pingan said that he had brought two bottles of Daqing Laojiao, he couldn't move his legs.

This is not loose wine, but bottled wine, which is very expensive. I have only heard of it before, but never drank it.

Wei Pingan strolled out of the yard, where he planned to drive the jeep.

Although there is a small uphill and the road is relatively narrow, the jeep is originally used in the battlefield, how can the rough and rough road hinder it.

The small yard of Yingzi's house is a fence gate, and the two gates open wide, and Jeep can easily drive into the yard.

All the way to and from the village, the villagers watched from a distance, and even this afternoon they were not too idle, and almost all of them waited with their ears up for the moment when the gunshots rang out again.

In the end, there was nothing.

After a while, a mouth-watering smell of meat wafted out from the courtyard of Yingzi's house.

There is no shortage of meaty villagers.

What they need more is oil.

Most of the game meat in the mountains is firewood, and some big animals are difficult to hunt, and even if they are hunted, they can't squeeze out any oil.

In the past days, cooking meat in a big pot was already the most hearty.

But Wei Ping'an brought enough seasonings.

There is no shortage of oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar, as well as monosodium glutamate and thirteen spices. How can this compare.

Of course, Wei Pingan didn't show them either.

What he took out were all marinated, cooked food and finished products packed by the restaurant before.

After heating again in the big pot of Yingzi's house, the smell of the rice is almost indescribable.

Yingzi's house was next to the village party secretary's house, and the two young people squatting in the yard suffered a lot.

Hearing that the halazi came out, but he didn't dare to come to the door again, so he could only swallow his saliva and gnaw on the cornbread.

In order to satisfy my gluttony, I also specially broke two pieces of bacon strips that Maodong will only serve in the pot during the Chinese New Year.

Looking at the three large pots on the table, Yingzi fell into confusion again.

Even if she took the food out of the cauldron with her own hands.

In two large pots, one pot is braised pork knuckles, hooves and heart meat.

The other plate was a big oily pot of vegetables with chili floating in it. Inside was strips of fried meat wrapped in noodles. When it was off the pan, my brother took a piece and stuffed it into Yingzi's mouth.

It's delicious.

Just a little spicy.

But are children in the mountains afraid of spicy food?
joke.

In the winter, I wish I could sweat and stay warm.

In order not to waste the layer of oil in the pot, the old branch secretary went home again, took some cabbage and radishes, cut the vegetables and threw them into the pot.

I planned to just rub the oil in the pot and boil it with white water, but Wei Pingan went to the car to get some bottles and cans, and also took out a handful of vermicelli and large meat strips...

Well, it has become a famous dish in the Northeast stereotype: stewed pork noodles with cabbage.

"Old branch secretary, I'll fill it up for you."

Picking up the wine bottle, Wei Pingan poured wine for the old branch secretary.

Lying on the kang next to him was Zhou Zimo, whose body fluctuated from hot to cold.

It wasn't that Wei Ping'an was unkind, he had already noticed that Zhou Zimo was fine, he just lacked energy and couldn't open his eyes.

Occasionally, his body would be hot and cold. Although Wei Pingan couldn't figure out the reason, he still understood why he would add a mattress when it was cold and lift the quilt when it was hot.

There are special medicines on him, for sweating and fever, and Zhou Zimo will use them if they can be used.

Anyway, this afternoon, although Zhou Zimo was not awake, his body suffered much less than before.

Seeing this, the old branch secretary had some thoughts in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it.

You must know that there is still one lying on the other side of the forest farm.

Still a girl.

But I dare not tell the person in front of me.

The so-called friendship is shallow but not deep, who knows whether this girl will continue to maintain her demeanor or become a wolf...

Don't look at the old party secretary who is not educated, but he knows one word: sanctimonious.

Even if I say so, I don't know if it will help.

This kind of pill is so effective, you can sweat after taking it, it must not be cheap.

Wei Pingan drank a little wine with the old party secretary, and did not forget to pick up vegetables for Yingzi who was shaking his cheeks.

The elbows were all stewed, and a large piece of meat was torn off when the chopsticks picked it up.

The old branch secretary was a bit reserved, he pinched the chopsticks little by little, Wei Pingan saw that he was very jealous of the white meat slices in the basin.

So I couldn't help laughing, and put a large chopstick in the bowl for him.

The greasy fat took up less than half of the big bowl in front of the old branch secretary, and the old branch secretary hurriedly politely.

"Oh, no, no, you are a guest, you eat more, you eat more..."

"Old party secretary, how is life in our village now? Is there any difficulty? See if I can help..."

"It's already very good now. Every household has a little food stock. Although it's not enough, there's not much physical work in winter. I can catch some fish in the river, hunt some pheasants and hares in the forest, and so on..."

Speaking of this, it can be regarded as hitting the old party secretary's chatterbox.

He spent most of his life thinking about how to bring the villagers to a full meal.

From his rambling words, Wei Pingan could hear his heartfelt concern for the village and his selfless dedication.

"By the way, old branch secretary, I see that Yingzi's house has many such things... Do other houses in the village also have them?"

The old party secretary followed the direction Wei Ping pointed at and saw the jar of pickles in the corner.

"Oh, you said this, there are many, almost every household in the village has quite a few..."

Some were found while hunting in the mountains, and some were picked up from the river. There was a heavy rain in the early years, and a piece of the mountain collapsed, and a lot of them were buried inside, and the villagers picked them up and brought them home.

"Could it be that there are some ancient noble tombs in the mountains?"

"Liaoning is the birthplace of the Yuan Dynasty. If you want to talk about the cemetery in this area, there must be a lot of people in the mountains..."

"Old branch secretary, do you think this is good? For me, I don't like these things. You can organize the villagers to talk about it tomorrow, and see who is willing to exchange some money..."

Of course I would.

In the eyes of the old party secretary, including all the villagers, this kind of pots and pans can be burned by opening a kiln in their neighboring village, and it would be great if they exchanged money.

"Really?"

"It can be false. Like this..."

Wei Pingan pointed to the 30-centimeter-high pot in the corner of Yingzi's house, and said, "I can still give you three or five yuan."

It's not that Wei Ping'an is stingy, but because he gave too much to scare them all.

It will be fine to repay later from elsewhere.

"If you don't want to pay back the money, you can also exchange it for supplies, such as firewood, rice, oil, salt, etc., and I can help you get them back from the city and province..."

The old party secretary was very excited.

He didn't even care about drinking, took a few mouthfuls of food, and got off the kang in a hurry.

No matter how good the food is, it can't stop the old branch secretary from wanting to benefit the villagers.

Especially when Wei Pingan took out a thick stack of banknotes from his arms, he made up his mind to keep all the money.

If it wasn't for the lack of time, he would have liked to take people into the mountains himself to dig up a bunch of these bottles and jars.

"Brother, these pots and jars in our house, when my sister comes back, let her give them to you, okay, we don't want money."

Yingzi said innocently.

It's not that they bought the children with a meal, but Yingzi is still young, and the children are the most innocent, and can tell whether Wei Ping'an is really good to them without any emotion.

"Okay, brother, thank you Yingzi, and thank you sister Yanzi."

"You're welcome, brother."

Yingzi smiled happily immediately, and didn't forget to hold the chopsticks and pulled another big mouthful of meat into his mouth.

Mouth full of oil.

I waited for two days in Ganggang Yingzi Village.

Wei Ping'an became a little impatient.

He is also afraid that some of the plots that are messed up due to the butterfly effect will change too much.

For example, Zhou Zimo messed into the plot of Huang Pizi's tomb. This character did not exist in the original plot.

In the past two days, a lot of "junk things" in the village have been collected. Wei Pingan even made excuses to go out twice, and drove a big truck every time he came back.

Pulled five or six times.

These days, the village head and party secretary are all doing practical things.

There are in-laws and relatives between villages and villages, and there is almost no news that can be sealed.

After Ganggang Yingzi made such a fuss, the neighboring village called the villagers that night, and they chased him in an animal-drawn cart.

The old party secretary was also afraid that Wei Pingan had received enough, so in order to let everyone in his village benefit, he asked Wei Pingan several times.

I just think of my own villagers first.

When it comes to big right and wrong, the big guys are focused on one thing.

But apart from this, which village party secretary didn't make any external moves.

Fortunately, Wei Ping'an never refused to come, not only that, he pulled a truckload of stick noodles that night, and even pulled a truckload of peanut oil early in the morning of the third day...

This caused a huge commotion within a radius of tens of kilometers around Ganggang Yingzi.

They were all replaced with broken bottles and cans.

Wei Pingan felt a little guilty afterwards.

He made up his mind that after the reform and opening up, he would never come to this corner again.

Afraid of being poked in the spine.

"Comrade Wei, can you exchange this pot for your fever-reducing medicine... just a few pills..."

In the past two days, the old branch secretary has become a little familiar with Wei Pingan.

After thinking about it again, I decided to ask.

The female baby has also been tortured these days, and she looks a lot thinner, and the distressed old branch secretary can't do it.

They all grew up watching them, not to mention being an 'abandoned baby' adopted by old man Yang.

"Old branch secretary, there are other patients..."

At this time, Wei Pingan remembered it belatedly.

There is also a thrush girl who is also unconscious in the forest farm.

Hmm, I don’t know if it’s called thrush.

"Hey, look at my memory, if you didn't remind me, the old party secretary, I almost forgot that there was a girl in a coma at the forest farm, right?"

As he spoke, Wei Pingan took out a small white plastic bottle from his pocket and handed it to the old branch secretary.

"Before taking the medicine, it's best to let someone feed you some rice. If you can't eat porridge, you can drink some warm water."

After Wei Pingan finished speaking, he thought for a while and took out a small bag of candy from his pocket.

"Eat some of this."

The old party secretary left a little annoyed.

Comrade Wei is not that kind of person at all, he just forgot.

If I had said something earlier, the girl Huamei wouldn't have to suffer for these two days.

Nearby villages are almost upside down.

Because it's cold and snowy.Therefore, all the nearby villagers who drove over with ox carts and donkey carts came after searching their homes.

There is basically no second stubble.

If there is more later, it means that the news will be known after some further places.

Wei Pingan no longer intends to continue spending.

Zhou Zimo's problem needs to be resolved as soon as possible, and he has to go to Shen Fei to pay back the favor, and continue his own Starlink project by the way.

I was a businessman in my previous life, and I haven't been a thorough scientist in this life, so I accidentally saved up some good antiques.

Alas, Wei Ping'an felt that his genes for making money had almost melted into his bones.

Very distressed to say.

(End of this chapter)