Fishing and Hunting 82, Starting with Three Sisters Who Overprotect Their Brothers

Chapter 122 Stewed Green Beans

A voice suddenly came from behind.

Zhang Wenshan turned around abruptly and found that the members of the fishing and hunting team had blocked the doorway at some point, craning their necks to look inside.

"It smells amazing! How did you make it? How can cattails smell like this?"

"It smells even better than meatballs!"

"I wonder what it tastes like."

Zhang Wenshan glanced at the sky and said directly, "Let's eat first!"

However, no one moved.

As he was wondering, Aunt Wang raised her hand and said cautiously, "Team leader, could I take this back to my child?"

"Um, I also want to take it back to my husband."

"My mother—"

"sure."

Zhang Wenshan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was happening.

Fish balls, which he considered nothing special, were a rare and novel treat that many people had never seen or tasted before.

"This is the result of everyone's hard work. You can do with it however you like. Uncle Ergui, may I borrow your bowl for a moment?"

Ge Ergui nodded quickly and said repeatedly that there was no problem.

The women immediately thanked them, packed up the fish balls, and hurried home.

Before long, only Zhang Wenshan and his sister, Ge Ergui, and the fifteen fish balls in the pot remained in the room.

They only managed to produce less than forty in total.

Each person took less than five.

Looking at the empty courtyard, Ge Ergui sighed, "Qiuping, Cuihua and the others dared to bring things into the house only because of the team leader."

"It's all thanks to their own hard work," Zhang Wenshan said sincerely, scooping out half of the remaining fish balls from the pot.

When he first selected people, he did have some intention of making them easy to control, but he didn't just use people randomly.

Those who are truly incompetent and can't keep up with the team would have been kicked out long ago.

"Team leader, you don't need to leave me these. If you don't take them, I'll send them to your home." Ge Ergui glanced at the remaining fish balls in the pot and immediately blocked the doorway.

"It's nothing fancy, you can eat it anytime you want."

"Anyway, you take them, and everyone else takes four or five. What's the point of me eating so many?"

Zhang Wenshan was speechless, knowing that there was no point in arguing with him, so he could only accept it.

back home.

Old man Zhang Jianshe and his brother-in-law Zhao Hongwei had just returned from the fields and were squatting at the door smoking and chatting. It was mainly Zhang Jianshe who kept rambling on, while Zhao Hongwei nodded from time to time and responded with "Aba aba" sounds.

It's saying that it's hot but there's no rain.

The father and son pondered how to fetch water to irrigate the land, prevent drought, and calculate how much grain they might harvest this year.

How did they communicate?

Zhang Wenshan clicked his tongue in amazement, never understanding how his father had figured it out. His brother-in-law couldn't speak properly, and even his sister sometimes couldn't understand it.

Perhaps this is the tacit understanding among old farmers.

"Little Uncle! Aunt!"

Zhao Qiang, who was running wildly in the yard, was the first to spot the two of them. He shouted and rushed over, his eyes fixed on the bowl in Zhang Fengxia's hand.

"What is this thing?"

Zhang Jianshe stood up from the bench and sniffed hard.

"Stewed fish?"

"They're fish balls, my younger brother made them."

Zhang Fengxia handed the bowl forward, her tone brimming with pride, "Does it smell good?"

Zhang Jianshe nodded, then immediately adopted his fatherly demeanor: "All this fancy stuff is just too much trouble."

"Dad?" Zhang Fengxia immediately objected, her eyes darting around as she asked, "Guess what kind of fish it was?"

"Crucian carp, carp?"

"Wrong, it's 'ga ya zi'."

Zhang Jianshe was taken aback and immediately came closer.

Zhao Hongwei couldn't help but step forward and examine it closely.

The ten fish balls in the bowl are crystal clear, with a faint fresh aroma, and there is not a single bone in them. They look nothing like the typical fish balls.

"That must have been a lot of trouble, right?" Zhang Jianshe said, frowning. "You guys went to catch some bastards today?"

He was about to say, "Why bother with all that effort?"

But the experience of being proven wrong a few times was still fresh in his mind, and he swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

"That's right!" Zhang Fengxia said excitedly, "My little brother is amazing. He just cuts it open with a knife and pulls the thorn out of the toothpick in the time it takes to catch his breath."

"What?"

Zhang Jianshe's eyes widened instantly as he looked at his son in disbelief.

He understood all too well what it meant to be able to easily remove a fishbone.

I was incredibly relieved that I hadn't immediately started scolding him.

Otherwise, they might not even be able to save face.

Zhao Hongwei also gave a thumbs up and nodded repeatedly.

Needless to say, my brother-in-law has invented another thing that can be sold for money. Just who is his master? How can he know everything?

"What's all the noise about? Time to eat."

Xu Xiulian came out of the outer room and urged the people outside.

"Grandma, my uncle took the thorns out of the cattail and made them into balls. They smell so good!"

"What the hell?" Xu Xiulian asked instinctively, "Why bother with that?"

"It'll be done in a flash," Zhang Jianshe casually replied, only to be met with a questioning look from his wife. He quickly coughed twice. "Eldest son, tell your mother about it."

After a short while, Xu Xiulian understood and looked at Zhang Wenshan, saying, "This can be sold for money?"

"It should be possible, but we'll have to ask the state-run restaurant tomorrow to be sure." Zhang Wenshan habitually didn't give a definitive answer.

"That's wonderful!"

Xu Xiulian patted her chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

"I'm worried that if you can't get any snails, how will you explain it? These things look delicious, and state-run restaurants will definitely love them."

Zhang Jianshe, however, said with some concern, "We can't have a huge crowd gathering like at Tianluo, can we?"

"Let's just put together a supply!" Zhang Wenshan explained with a smile. "I didn't intend to compete with them. As long as we have orders from state-owned restaurants and can continue to supply goods, that's fine."

"It's like doing odd jobs!"

Zhang Jianshe thought for a moment, then suddenly slapped his forehead.

"You can earn more by doing odd jobs, but there's not work every day. Factory wages are lower, but they're paid monthly."

"That's about right." Zhang Wenshan nodded, then asked with some doubt, "Mom, did you stew green beans?"

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he smelled the fragrance.

They used a lot of oil.

Zhang Fengxia sniffed as well: "It really does, Mother, why does it smell so good today?"

"They added oil!" Xu Xiulian rolled her eyes and looked at her son somewhat nervously, "Perfect, you taste it and see how it is."

Before long, the family sat around the round table.

"I must say, these fish balls look really fresh and delicious after being prepared like this." Zhang Jianshe first picked up a fish ball, smacked his lips, and seemed to want more, but he didn't reach for any more chopsticks.

Zhao Hongwei nodded repeatedly in approval.

Zhang Fengxia closed her eyes in rapture: "Little brother, what's wrong with your brain? You can eat fish like this? That's amazing!"

My nephew Zhao Qiang quietly sidled up to me: "Uncle, I caught a catfish, can you make it for me?"

"You don't need to catch them. Your task now is to study hard," Zhang Wenshan said with a smile. "I'll bring the fish back later and have Grandma cook them."

My nephew is still a while away from starting school, but my third sister has already begun teaching him to read.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qiang's face fell immediately. After hesitating for a long time, he gritted his teeth and uttered a single word, "Okay."

"You heartless little brat."

Xu Xiulian smiled and patted her grandson's head, then looked at her son somewhat awkwardly.

"Fourth brother, what do you think of the green beans today?"

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