Travel back to ancient times and open a Sichuan restaurant

No matter how much the villagers protest, it will be of no avail. What is coming will still come.

Within three days, people from several nearby villages came, under the pretext of learning how to grow watermelons.

There were quite a lot of people coming, at least four or five people from each village, led by the village chiefs. They all thought that after learning something, they would be able to earn hundreds of taels a day next year, and they turned a blind eye to the villagers' cold faces.

"Big brother? Why did you pinch that melon? What a pity!" The man from another village looked at the fist-sized melon with pity and even wanted to pick it up and eat it.

The Xinghua villager who was asked rolled his eyes at him and said reluctantly, "Didn't you see that the melons were all crooked? Crooked melons are not easy to sell! It's better to let the good melons grow a few more!"

"So that's it!" The man from the other village nodded as if he had learned something. Then he saw the villager plucked another melon. This melon was not crooked! Why did he pluck it?

Thinking this way, he asked.

Although the villager was impatient, he asked in a nice tone, so he could not ignore him. "Don't you see that the melons on this vine are too dense? Too many melons are not good. The melons will not grow big or be sweet. We have to pinch one or two off."

"So that's it!" The man from the other village nodded again.

Such situations are everywhere in the village. Patient people are willing to say a few more words, just like the three brothers of the Tian family, who described every detail clearly.

There are people who are impatient and unwilling to teach. They are unwilling to say even one more word, and start swearing at the top of their voices if someone who comes to learn asks one more question.

Such incidents were reported directly to the village heads, who were asked to talk to Zhao Ganwei about the matter.

"Zhao Dajun! Zhao Guogai! What's wrong with you two? Do you want to be beaten by the county magistrate?" Zhao Ganwei asked Zhao Dajun and his son with a stern face.

The two men looked unconvinced, with their hands behind their backs and not saying a word.

Seeing this, Zhao Ganwei could only give them earnest advice, "Mr. County Magistrate means that we can't be the only village to become rich. It's a good thing if every village becomes rich!"

He was reluctant to do this at first, but the county magistrate explained it to him in detail.

"Imagine that if the surrounding villages are so poor that they have to sell their children, but your village can eat meat every meal, what would others think?"

Zhao Ganwei thought deeply. If the people in their village saw that other villages were rich, they would inevitably have some bad intentions in their hearts. With the mentality of trying hard to make their family well fed and well-fed, they would inevitably do something that was against the will of others.

Thinking of this, he was shocked and felt that his previous thinking was still narrow-minded.

If something like this really happened, I would have no place to go to cry. Although other villages would not have to sell their children, human hearts are the most unpredictable.

So after thinking about it for a night, I gathered the villagers together to talk about this matter. Fortunately, although everyone complained, they were still willing to teach everything they knew and could to the people from other villages.

Of course, he had also privately reprimanded a few of the troublemakers, ensuring they behaved themselves.

Zhong Ruyi didn't think it was troublesome. She quite liked it this way. It just so happened that two people were assigned to their names.

Chen Dongzhi would take the two uncles to spend half a day in the melon field every day, and then take them up the mountain to help her pick apples and put them in baskets.

"Uncle, please take these apples back. We'll have to trouble you again tomorrow!" Zhong Ruyi happily gave each of them a dozen apples. The skin of the apples was a little damaged, but they were still edible.

Both of them came from Taohua Village and had the same surname, Li.

After taking the apple she gave him, he smiled innocently and said repeatedly, "I will definitely come early tomorrow!"

This way both parties are very happy. In the morning, I learn how to grow melons and ask them if I don’t understand something. In the afternoon, I help pick melons and apples. In the evening, I can bring some back for my family to taste.

Zhong Ruyi is also satisfied with the current arrangement. Sometimes when there are not enough people, these two uncles can come and lend a hand.

As for teaching people from other villages to grow melons, she had already anticipated it, so she didn't react as strongly as others.

It rained last night and it was still a bit cold when I got up in the morning, but by the afternoon it was time to take off the extra thin shirt I was wearing.

Chen Dongzhi hadn't gone hunting for a long time, and he felt a little itchy. After talking to his wife, he took his tools and went up the mountain. He didn't come back until the afternoon.

Zhong Ruyi was a little worried, but she didn't have a cell phone to contact anyone at the moment, so she could only wait at home.

Fortunately, Chen Dongzhi didn't go too far and came back after catching two wild pheasants.

He gave one to his father-in-law's family, and he and his wife planned to take the remaining one to the old house for dinner.

Mother Chen has been in a very good mood recently. Her previous state of anxiety and temper is no longer there. Thinking back to what she said to her daughter-in-law before, she felt that she was possessed by a ghost and her heart was blinded by greed!

How could I say such things to such a good daughter-in-law?

So when the two of them brought the pheasants over, she was eager to go to the kitchen to cook, but was stopped by Chen Dongzhi.

Knowing that his mother's cooking skills were terrible, he decided not to waste such a good pheasant, so he decided to do it himself.

"How about roasting it? I'll start the fire." Zhong Ruyi suggested.

"Okay, I'll go, and you don't have to get involved."

Chen Dongzhi took the chicken and took care of it, not letting her get involved. He would cook tonight.

With nothing left for her to do, Zhong Ruyi strolled off to look for Xiaoxue.

The little girl will be sixteen years old after the Chinese New Year. She is slender and tall, and probably looks like her deceased father Chen. She has delicate eyebrows and eyes, rosy lips, a high nose bridge, fair skin, and looks very healthy.

When Xiaoxue heard her asking about Chen's mother, she smiled faintly, "Mom has been feeling much better since she took the medicine, and she can even eat half a bowl of rice."

Zhong Ruyi felt relieved. She was most worried that Chen's mother was holding something in her heart and refused to say it. Xiaoxue and Xiaoman couldn't see it, so if she kept it in for too long, there would be problems sooner or later.

Soon Chen Dongzhi came to call his aunt and sister-in-law to eat. There were four dishes, a soup and a delicious roast chicken on the table.

Zhong Ruyi shared the two chicken legs she tore off among her youngest brothers and sisters, and gave the two chicken wings to Chen's mother.

"I'm too old to chew on them. You can each have one wing." Mother Chen didn't want any, so she picked them up and put them in their bowls.

After being stopped, Chen's mother felt a little embarrassed but a little greedy, and she started to nibble on the two chicken wings one bite at a time, until her mouth was full of oil.

After dinner, the two went back home. Xiaoman stood at the door, smacking his lips, and whispered to Xiaoxue beside him, "Brother's roasted chicken is delicious. It would be nice if brother and sister-in-law came back every day."

Xiaoxue rolled her eyes at him and went into the house holding Chen's mother's arm.

...

Zhong Laosan came to find Chen Dongzhi and said, "I have already told Brother Duan and the others that I will not go to the escort agency in the next few months. Ah Ying is not feeling well right now and needs someone to be with her."

Chen Dongzhi understood what he meant. Both of them worked in the escort agency. If one of them didn't have time to go there, the other would naturally have to go more frequently.

A few days after agreeing to this, he had to take a convoy to Jinzhou. After packing his clothes and saying goodbye to his wife, he left in a hurry.

Not long after the convoy arrived in Jinzhou, when they were looking for an inn to stay in, they heard a few diners talking about what had recently happened in Wuzhou.

"...Is this true? Is Zhao Cunliang so bold and shameless?"

"How could I lie to you? The news has spread all over the streets of Wuzhou now. Zhao Cunliang has been arrested and thrown into jail!"