When Zhou Haoran walked out of Zhou's house, he felt a little depressed.

He was really kind-hearted and wanted to help the three people in the mud house get an easy job in the mountain village, but he didn't expect that it was self-defeating and ended up working as a compost pile.

When Zhou Lixue asked the three of them to compost, he wanted to fight for it, but he was kicked out before he could speak.

By the time he finished work at noon, the dust had already fallen to the ground.

During lunch, Zhang Chunnuan saw Zhou Haoran looking unhappy, and after asking him, he understood the whole story.

She pondered for a moment and then said: "As long as you can earn work points by doing some work, composting is also good."

"Stop comforting me." Zhou Haoran sighed: "I messed up the matter. If I hadn't kept asking them to join the breeding team, Brother Lixue would never have thought of composting."

Zhang Chunnuan did not comfort him. Apart from the strong smell and uncleanness, composting was really a good job.

On the one hand, if you have work to do, you will get work points, if you have work points, you will get food, and you will not be hungry. On the other hand, you can also cope with various inspections in the future.

"Did you ask for leave this afternoon?" Zhang Chunnuan changed the subject and said, "If you go to the commune, help me bring something."

Zhou Haoran temporarily diverted his attention from the composting matter and nodded: "I have already asked for leave. After dinner, I will go to the mud house to ask what they want to bring."

Fortunately, the two of them changed the topic in time, otherwise no one else at the table would have the appetite to continue eating.

Mr. Zhou held the bowl and stared at Zhou Haoran angrily, thinking: Compost compost! How could anyone talk about that at the dinner table?

He stared for a long time, but found that the person he was glaring at didn't feel anything at all. When he was full, he dropped the bowl and chopsticks and ran out.

"snort!"

Zhang Chunnuan turned to look at Mr. Zhou and asked with concern: "Is it not to your taste? Grandpa has eaten less in the past two days. Don't worry, our family is not short of food, so you don't have to save food for us."

After hearing this, Mr. Zhou wanted to glare again, but then he looked into Zhang Chunnuan's concerned eyes. He bent his eyes and said with a smile: "It's not to your taste, it's just that it's hot and I can't eat it because I'm old. Eat it quickly. I'll have more in the afternoon."

Going to work?

Let me tell you, you should be asked to take leave to go to the commune. You can buy whatever you want. Why ask that little brat Zhou Haoran to take leave!"

Zhang Chunnuan smiled, did not answer his words, and said instead: "I remember pickling two jars of dried radish in the winter. I should be able to eat it now. Let's catch some and stew the fish tonight!"

When it came to eating fish, several children at the table became happy, especially the delicious ghost Shen August, who was still holding the lunch bowl and started thinking about dinner.

"Mom, mom, there are still prawns, I want to eat prawns!"

Zhang Chunnuan saw the greed on the faces of the children, waved her hand and said: "Okay, let's eat prawns tonight!"

When Zhou Haoran came back from the county, as soon as he entered the courtyard, he was caught by Shen August, who had been squatting at home from noon to afternoon.

"Uncle Zhou, mom said we should eat fish and prawns tonight!"

Zhou Haoran had just returned from the mud house, still holding the prickly heat powder and wind oil essence that Zhang Chunnuan asked him to bring.

He went to the commune but didn't see Fengyoujing or prickly heat powder, so he rode his bicycle to the county town and went to a department store before finding them.

I looked at the time, and it wasn't even five o'clock yet.

At this point, it seems too early to make dinner, but...

Zhou Haoran looked at Shen August, who was holding his legs and looking up at his little face. His facial features were seven points like Zhang Chunnuan's. He turned around and saw Shen Qi and his little girl standing aside, looking at him eagerly. He could only surrender.

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"Okay, uncle, do it now, but you have to let me go first."

Shen August let go immediately, and shouted with a smile: "Uncle Zhou, you are so good!", while running to the little girl, "Little girl, there are fish and prawns to eat tonight!"

"You just play in the yard and don't run around. I'm going to catch fish now."

Zhou Haoran put the things on the table in the main room, went to the utility room to get a fishing net, and went to the pond in the courtyard.

The three children wanted to follow along and watch the excitement, but before they reached the halfway point, they were lured to the other side by Father Shen's little bamboo crickets to play.

Mr. Zhou followed Xiao Lin behind him and walked slowly to the edge of the pond. When he saw Zhou Haoran was about to leave after catching a grass carp weighing more than three kilograms, he quickly said: "Catch two more to feed the children."

With that said, he asked Xiao Lin to get the wooden barrel containing the fish.

Zhou Haoran lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then caught two more fish, and the last one was a big fish weighing more than five kilograms.

After catching fish and then shrimp, he saw that the snails on the edge of the pond were big and fat. He and Xiao Lin rolled up their trousers and went down to touch half of the pot. They kept it in a cool place and planned to spit out the sediment and add chili sauce. Fried and served with porridge.

Under Mr. Zhou's nagging, he quickly stuffed the rice and started to pack the fish and shrimp.

Since we all eat fish, we must have rice to go with it.

All three fish were scaled and disemboweled, and he stewed them all. The fish meat changed color and he added appetizing dried radish that was diced.

After stewing for another seven or eight minutes, Zhou Haoran took out an earthen pot, cleaned it, scooped out the fish meat, filled it with a third of it, sealed the mouth of the pot, and then added the chopped sour peppers into the pot. inside.

After annealing and closing the lid, he picked up the earthen pot, said hello to Mr. Zhou who was sitting on the small bench watching Xiao Lin collect the river shrimps, and walked out.

When passing by the courtyard, I spoke to Father Shen who was making bamboo dragonflies for three little children, and then opened the courtyard door and walked down the mountain.

At this point, people who are working are still in the fields, and people who are not working are also busy at home.

Zhou Haoran's footsteps were brisk, and he went down the mountain and turned left, heading towards the mud house.

Outside the mud house, Ming Yingzong and Chu Ziming were using wooden sticks to pry the ground. Inside, Shan Feisong took a new iron pot and prepared pancakes.

Zhou Haoran watched for a while, remembering to go back and bring them a hoe and some seeds, and went straight into the mud house without saying hello.

He put the earthen pot on the stove and just said: "I made too much at home, so I will give you some to eat." and left.

Watching him leave, Chu Ziming and Mingying put down their wooden sticks and entered the house. They saw the earthen jar at a glance.

"What did Xiao Zhou bring again?" Chu Ziming wiped his sweat and asked.

Shan Fei Songzheng didn't know what to do with the earthen pot.

Although it was said to be for them to eat, the favor belonged to Brother Chu and she did not dare to tamper with it.

Chu Ziming felt relieved when he saw this. He walked over and opened the lid, and a stream of hot air mixed with a strange aroma, sourness and fish umami rushed towards him.
Chapter completed!