Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

The detectives each picked up a piece of food with chopsticks.

The pickles we usually eat are mostly pickled radishes, mustard greens, etc. This is the first time I have seen such tender green and shiny pickles.

Captain Yan glanced at it but didn't pick up his chopsticks.

As soon as it entered his mouth, Zhao Li's eyes lit up instantly.

"Hmm, good cooking skills!" Then he picked up another full handful of food with his chopsticks.

Seeing this, the other two constables also quickly stuffed the pickles into their mouths.

"Don't mention it, it tastes better than what Cai's Sauce Shop makes. Not bad, not bad."

Cui Zhaozhao quickly picked up a piece of seaweed with chopsticks from the bottom of the bowl. The seaweed was covered with the sweet and sour soup, which was tempting. He mixed it with the rice in the bowl.

She knew that Cai's Pickle Shop was a shop in the town that specialized in selling pickles. The shop had been open for hundreds of years, with craftsmanship passed down from their ancestors. Everyone in Qingyang County knew about it. She had bought pickles from Cai's Pickle Shop in her original breakfast shop before.

Only a thin layer of pickles remained at the bottom of the bowl, and three pairs of chopsticks were fighting in mid-air. With such delicious food in front of them, no one was willing to take a bite less.

At this moment, the bowl swayed and flew away from under his nose.

Captain Yan calmly scooped a spoonful of rice into the bowl and ate it with pickles.

"Boss! Don't you want to eat?!"

Captain Yan glanced at him sideways and didn't have time to speak.

The little girl’s pickles are actually better than they look, they are cool and refreshing.

The constable did not dare to argue with Captain Yan, and turned around to instigate Cui Zhaozhao.

"Girl, these pickles are not enough. Bring out some more."

Cui Zhaozhao spread his hands and said, "No more, my mother only brought me these."

"I've never tasted pickles with such a novel flavor. They're crispy and quite appetizing. Hey, can I buy these pickles somewhere else? I want to buy some to take home."

Cui Zhaozhao smiled and shook his head: "This is how it's made in my mother's hometown. I haven't seen it sold in Qingyang County."

Zhao Li still didn't give up: "Which county is your hometown?"

"Longzhou."

Zhao Li didn't ask anymore. Longzhou was thousands of miles away from Qingyang County. One was in the south and the other was in the north, so it was impossible to send a message there.

There was suddenly a commotion in the Mancang family.

"Water! There's really water! Sir, come and see!"

Cui Zhaozhao put down his bowl and rushed over first.

The house was crowded with people inside and outside. Li Lizheng asked someone to bring a bucket and was fetching water outside.

Unlike the mountain spring in Xiahe Village, the newly-drilled well water was turbid and muddy, but it also made everyone in the room excited.

Li Lizheng burst into tears: "At least God has left us a way to survive. Our village now has water."

Captain Yan squeezed to the front with an expression of disbelief.

The Cui brothers and sisters actually have the ability to find water!

"You are the benefactors of Beili Village." Li Lizheng was trembling and about to kneel down, but was held up by Cui Jingwen.

"No, no, no."

The old man was as thin as a skeleton, and Cui Jingwen lifted him up into the air with a light push.

Looking at the old man's cloudy eyes, my heart inexplicably felt a little sour.

"I am only applying the knowledge I have learned from the wisdom of my predecessors. I do not deserve your kneeling."

Li Lizheng tugged at his sleeve and sobbed, "Good boy..."

A woman outside the house said in a crisp voice, "Where do you live, young man? When the fields are harvested, we will send food to your house."

"Yes, yes, yes. We really don't have anything to show you right now. We'll come over next year with something to thank you."

The villagers' words were full of enthusiasm and some even wanted to introduce him to a wife. Although they were immediately rejected by the people around them, Cui Jingwen still blushed.

Cui Zhaozhao smiled and said, "Grandpa Lizheng, we appreciate the kindness of the uncles and aunts, but time is tight and we have to go to other villages to help find water. We won't stay here much longer. We will definitely come to Beili Village when we have time next year."

The simple villagers had never known in their lives that there was a kind of language art called politeness, and they happily believed her words.

Next year we will be able to raise a batch of chickens, ducks and other livestock, and then we will kill a pig to entertain them no matter what.

The carriage was back on the road.

The village was empty and quiet when I came, but it was crowded with people when I left. Even after I left the village, the laughter of the villagers could still be heard on the wind.

Cui Zhaozhao lifted the car curtain with a smile on her face.

"Which village are we going to next?"

Captain Yan took over the conversation: "Luhua Village, if we walk quickly we can get there in about an hour. We will stay in Luhua Village tonight."

Cui Zhaozhao nodded without saying anything, and turned to look at the scenery along the way.

If there were no drought, this roadside would be covered with green trees, with melon stalls set up under the shade of the trees for people to rest, and watermelons soaking in buckets of cold water.

Just thinking about it made the heat go away for the most part, but it was a pity that she came at the wrong time, so she couldn't eat watermelon this year.

I don’t know when it will rain.

He swallowed, reached into his bag, spent a penny to buy a few grapes, and secretly stuffed them into his mouth.

Cui Jingwen turned his head and asked: "What did you eat just now?"

"egg."

"Forget about the eggs. I thought Mom had hidden some delicious food for you." Cui Jingwen muttered and turned away. "When I left this morning, I thought I saw some chickens at home. I wonder if there will be any left when I get back."

......

The little roosters "sent" by the wild wolf were not big, so Lin fried two at a time.

The fried chicken is cooked with lots of oil and ingredients, and the aroma fills half the yard as soon as it is put into the wok.

The village head hurried over, but was made dizzy by the fragrance before he even entered the house.

"Mother Jingwen is cooking. What she cooked smells so good."

The chicken was frying in oil, making a crackling sound. Lin looked up and said with a smile, "I made fried chicken. Uncle Lizheng, take some back to eat later."

"No, no, I'm here for something else." The village head couldn't help but sniff, "Can chicken be fried?"

The chicken in the pot was rich in sauce. Lin added water around the edge of the pot and covered it with a lid.

"You'll know when you take it home and try it later. This chicken wasn't bought with any money. My family and Dahei also eat it for free."

Lin smiled and told the story of the wild wolf delivering chickens. The village head was amazed. Such a strange story had never happened in Xiahe Village before.

"This wolf still has some spirituality."

"Of course."

Lin wiped her hands and moved a bench for the headman.

"What happened again?"

Seeing the head of the village coming, Mrs. Lin subconsciously worried that something might have happened to Zhao Zhao and the others while they were out. However, if something really happened, the head of the village would have shouted it out by now, so it must be something else.

Speaking of this, the headman's face became a little serious.

"I just found locusts in the village."

Just when he was sending Jingwen off, he happened to step on a locust. Thinking of a large number of locusts breaking out of the ground soon, the headman's heart trembled.

"If there's another locust plague, there's really no hope for our village. Alas."

The village head had no idea what to do. The drought was like a blunt knife cutting through meat. He watched the crops in the fields wither and die day by day. If he could find water, the crops would still be able to survive.

The locust plague is like a quick knife that cuts through the Gordian knot. When it comes, it covers the sky and blocks out the sun. In less than half a day, it can eat up all the crops.

This is not something that human power can contend with.

He knew that Lin wouldn't be able to help him, and he was just feeling confused and wanted to find someone to talk to.

(The books written by others are so good, hehehe, they make me not want to write at all.)