Wen Family Has a Wife

   Chapter 82 The Village Chief Comes to the Door

  Thinking about this, the village chief became more and more excited, and simply followed a group of people up the mountainside.

At this moment, the people working in the yard have already started to unload the ox cart. The man who moved the tiles was so careful that everyone heaved a sigh of relief. Even the Wen's courtyard door did not dare to enter, for fear of accidentally breaking a piece. Watt wants to lose money.

  Wen Youshan returned home in the afterglow of the setting sun. When he arrived at the door of the house, he found a group of people standing there, and he couldn't even squeeze in.

   "What are you doing?" Wen Youshan let out a howl, and everyone turned their heads in unison, consciously giving way.

  Wen Youshan drove the donkey cart into the yard, then came out and asked, "What's wrong?"

   These people have never seen a house repair, as for how long they have been in his house?

  The village head slowly walked out from the crowd, his wrinkled old face always had a loving smile on his face, "Youshan, your tile-roofed house is really incredible, and you haven't seen it before, come and join in the fun."

   Wen Youshan didn't even know how to answer this, so many people couldn't invite others into the yard, and it would be ridiculous to let the big guy block the door like this.

   Before Wen Youshan thought about how to speak, the village chief continued, "I came here mainly to ask you something."

   "What's the matter?" Wen Youshan was a little dazed. He hadn't walked around the village for a long time. What should he ask him about? Could it be something in the ground? But it's not right, I haven't heard the lady say it these days.

   Seeing Wen Youshan's expression, the village chief laughed and said, "It's the taro that your family planted, and my uncle has never seen it, let alone eaten it. I heard everyone say that it is enough for you, but is it true?"

  Wen Youshan breathed a sigh of relief and nodded again and again, "It's quite full. Sometimes we just eat taro soup without cooking."

   Of course, the taro soup was sweet with a lot of sugar, but Wen Youshan wouldn't say that sugar is expensive, and saying it would definitely lead to hatred.

   The village chief's eyes became brighter and brighter, he even grabbed Wen Youshan's hand excitedly, and said tremblingly, "Can I eat and see?"

  Wen Youshan was taken aback, afraid that the village chief would fall into his house because he was too excited, and immediately shouted: "Ma'am, burn a taro for the village chief's uncle to taste at night."

   "Uncle, do you think this will work?" Wen Youshan asked cautiously.

The village chief smiled a little deeper, and sat directly on the small stool beside the gate to wait. It seemed that he did not intend to leave. Wen Youshan invited him to sit in the house, but he refused directly, his eyes always on the working villagers. .

Wen Youshan saw that he could not move him, so he simply went to the backyard to remove all the small stools in the house, and sat with the village chief. Today, he ran to the county town, back and forth, and changed three taels of silver. It's time to take a break.

It was rare for everyone to have a chance to talk to Wen Youshan, and many people asked vaguely where he made his fortune. Wen Youshan had already thought of his words and said with a grin, "Actually, it's nothing, just go to the county town every three or five times to deliver goods to others. , you can get dozens of wen for a trip. Sometimes the owner will give you some money or food when you are in a good mood. These are all things that we don’t have here. Plus my wife is ingenious, I can also make things and send them to the county to sell. , I can still pick up wood in the winter, and my family doesn’t expect to live on those in the fields.”

These words make everyone feel sour, but they can't do anything. After all, people have donkey carts, so they still rely on their ability to eat. As for Chen, if nothing else, the hand painting skills are not comparable to ordinary people, just want to lick With such a face, Wen Jiapu was unable to speak.

The village chief listened with emotion, turned his head and scolded a few words, and said earnestly: "You know how much you have and how many taels you have, just live a good life in your own family, don't always stare at the things in other people's pots, If the taro is really a good thing, then you will have to trouble Youshan to provide the seeds, why are you still chatting here?"

   Those who spoke were shamed by the village chief, but they were furious but did not dare to refute it. For a while, the gate of the courtyard was much quieter, and soon everyone began to discuss the matter of building a house, and no longer asked about the way the Wen family made money.

In the kitchen in the backyard, Chen Ningya cooked a pot of taro with the help of the Zhao family. This time there were no pheasants, but eels and eels. These were all left by Chen Ningya for Wen Youshan. The eels from the shoals are oddly shaped, and there are all kinds of them. The eels caught in the tidal flats are not bad. They are not very different from the freshwater eels, but they are larger in size.

  There is no paddy field in Fushan Village, and everyone doesn't know enough about eels. They didn't think much about Chen Ningya's casual remarks. They were really killed by ordinary eels.

The eel and taro are braised together, and the umami comes out all at once. People who haven't eaten oil and water for a long time are almost crying. They tighten their belts inexplicably, sniffing hard, but they can't eat or smell the smell. It's alright.

   Soon, Mr. Zhao sent a cooked taro to the village chief, and also served with a wowotou.

  The village chief's whole mind was on the taro, and he took the chopsticks and started directly at the taro. The people next to him involuntarily gathered around, looking at the mouth of the village chief who kept chewing.

   "Village Chief, how is it? Is it delicious?"

   The village chief savoured it carefully, nodded slowly, and said with a look of enjoyment, "Yes, yes, who cooked this dish? The craftsmanship is really good!"

   Mrs. Zhao smiled heartily, "It was cooked by Shan Niangzi, we don't have the ability! It's the first time I've eaten this eel, don't say it, it's delicious!"

When the village chief heard this, he hurriedly tasted the eel, and nodded affirmatively, "It's really fragrant! If it wasn't for the old man who couldn't do it anymore, I would definitely come to repair the house for Youshan, and I don't want the wages. Just cook this dish for me every day. ."

   As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned, staring at the dish without turning their eyes, how delicious is it for the village chief to say such a thing.

  Wen Youshan was seen by everyone, sweating coldly, and hurriedly said: "Uncle, stop joking, I don't dare to ask for it if you dare to come!"

"That's it! How can the uncle of the village head come over to work? It's impossible!" Huang Ergou took the bowl and nibbled at the wowtou. There were two or three pieces of taro, a piece of eel, and some green vegetables. That's called a fragrance.

   Those who couldn't eat were so popular that they turned their heads to look at Wen Youshan, "Youshan, do you still need people here?"

Wen Youshan only felt that the first and the second were big, so he asked Mrs. Zhao to go to the backyard and talk to Chen Ningya, and burn some more eel and taro. Also find out what taro tastes like.

   Not to mention, people who have eaten taro all gathered around Wen Youshan to ask questions, and other thoughts were gone.

  Wen Youshan simply stood in the center and shouted loudly: "Quiet, I'll say it bit by bit now, if there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me later."

  Everyone kept their mouths shut and sat on the floor.

   (end of this chapter)