Chapter three hundred and eighty-eight to go to grandma's house
Happy New Year on the first day of the Lunar New Year.
On the second day of the lunar month, I went to my father-in-law's house.
Zhang Junping and his younger brothers and sisters are not married, and his sister has not come back, so naturally there is no need to entertain guests.
The whole family drove a carriage to visit relatives at my grandma's house.
My son-in-law and nephew are here, so naturally I have to entertain them well.
After not seeing each other for another year, Zhang Junping’s grandparents held Zhang Junping’s hand, which was called affectionate.
Grandma kept stuffing snacks and candies that she had hidden away into Zhang Junping's pocket.
At noon, my uncle killed the old hen that had been raised at home for two years, took out some bacon that he had bought from somewhere, and a few small mackerel, and fried a few eggs, which made up four dishes.
It's a meat dish.
Although it is very simple, it really takes all the effort to make the meal.
The tall and thick uncle rubbed his hands in embarrassment and said modestly: "Brother-in-law, Pingzi... you are here, but there is nothing good to entertain you. I made four simple dishes. Don't dislike it. Pingzi, you don't want to drink. Eat more."
Vegetables, meat.”
Compared with Jiahe Village, Zhuliuzhuang is indeed a bit poorer.
Nowadays, the farm is divided into households, and the problem of food and clothing can barely be solved. What we eat is still stick noodles, steamed buns with sweet potato noodles.
Mom secretly pinched Zhang Junping.
Zhang Junping knew what his mother meant. He was from the mother's side, even if the bones were broken and the tendons were connected, both sides were close relatives, so one could not favor one over the other.
"Uncle, this is already very rich. You have all the chicken, fish and meat. If this is relatively simple, how about ten plates? The landlord's family didn't eat this way before!" Zhang Junping said with an exaggerated smile.
"Brother, when my new son-in-law came to visit me back then, he didn't receive this kind of treatment!
Today, I can take advantage of your nephew!" Dad also joked.
“I used to be poor and had no choice.
Now that life is getting better, my brother-in-law and nephew are here, and I must entertain them well.
After a few years, Pingzi, you come with your wife, and my uncle will cook you ten dishes to entertain you." A bright smile appeared on the uncle's face.
In this era, it is quite an honor to serve four meat dishes to guests in rural areas.
The wine is sweet potato roasting and loose wine.
My father was not picky at all, he drank as much as he liked, and started drinking with his uncle and uncle.
After a few glasses of wine, Zhang Junping didn't need to speak. His father put his arm around his uncle's shoulders and blew, "Brother, second brother, you guys can build a greenhouse with me this year!"
Last year I built a greenhouse and earned more than 10,000 yuan in half a year.
This year I plan to promote greenhouses in our team and call on members to plant greenhouses together.
If you are willing, I will lend you money and you can grow a greenhouse together.
Guarantee a household worth ten thousand yuan a year!"
Zhang Junping winked at his mother and saw that there was no need for me to intervene, so his father told him how to make money.
Even though my father seems careless and rough, in fact he is still a very considerate person.
My usual rudeness is just an act. If I were really rude, I wouldn't be able to be the production captain.
"Can you really make ten thousand a year?"
"Believe it or not, I made more than 10,000 yuan in the past six months.
You can go back and take a look at my big shed!" Dad was already drunk and said, waving his hands.
"Uncle, second uncle, although you can make money by growing greenhouses, it is hard work and all you earn is hard-earned money."
"Why are you afraid of hard work? We farmers are afraid of hard work? When you dig food from the ground, don't you face the loess and back to the sky?" The uncle also drank too much. When he heard Zhang Junping's words, he suddenly stared and said.
"Yes! Pingzi, we farmers are not afraid of hardship, but we are afraid that we will not be able to make money or have enough to eat." The second uncle also said.
Zhang Junping took a look and simply stopped talking to the two drunkards. He turned to the big girl and the second girl who were eating at a small table nearby and said: "Big girl, second girl, the dish you cooked is not only delicious, but also beautiful."
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"It's just home-cooked food. There's nothing good about it. I just know how to make it look nice and make it look good." Er Jinzi said with a smile.
It seems that this dish is mainly Er Jinzi's craftsmanship.
"Er Jinzi, our Zhuliuzhuang is close to the national highway, and there are so many large cars passing by.
What do you think if we open a restaurant next to the national highway and specialize in the business of passing large cars?"
"Pingzi, our place is in the middle of nowhere and has no shops. It's far away from the city. How can we open a restaurant and have people eat it?"
"It's better if you don't have a village in front of you or a shop behind you! Drivers who drive big cars always need to eat, right?
In the past, I had no choice. There were no restaurants on the road, so I could only eat a steamed bun and drink some water to pay for it.
If there is a hotel, those big truck drivers are not short of money and will definitely be willing to spend money to eat." Zhang Junping said with a confident smile.
Zhuliuzhuang is very famous here. In the early 1980s, Zhuliuzhuang was a famous bandit village.
Drivers of large trucks are scared when they pass by Zhuliuzhuang. They press the accelerator to the bottom and hit anyone who dares to block the road.
Killed and survived.
In the 1990s, Zhuliuzhuang became a hotel village again.
Zhuliuzhuang is full of restaurants along the national highway, one next to the other.
There will be one or two beauties from the Northeast who are very resistant to freezing sitting in front of every restaurant. Once a car passes by, they will spread their legs and give them free gifts.
It has become a favorite place for big truck drivers to stop. Even if they don’t stop to eat, they will step on the brakes, slow down, and take a second look.
Zhang Junping gave his eldest uncle and second uncle's family the idea of opening a restaurant.
Of course it's the formal kind.
When I came back from my grandfather's house, my father drank too much, and Zhang Junping drove the carriage and pulled the family.
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On the third day of the Lunar New Year, I didn’t visit relatives, but I didn’t have to be idle either. People from the same village who felt they had good relations with the Zhang family gathered at the Zhang family.
In fact, it wasn't anything big, and no one wanted to ask Dad or Zhang Junping to do anything. They just came over to chat and play cards.
In fact, this is how it is in rural areas. It depends on which family is popular and has a high status in the village. It doesn't need to look at anything else but the number of people visiting the family.
On the third day of junior high school, there were five tables in the main room alone. Fortunately, the newly built house was big, otherwise it would not be possible to place them.
In fact, this is because it can accommodate five tables, otherwise there would be more.
Zhang Junping also had a good time getting addicted to leveling up, playing with his friends of the same age for a whole day to level up.
It's really comfortable, there's no need to worry about trivial matters, and there's no bloody intrigue.
Just throw the cards hard and shout hard and that's it.
Put aside whether the cards are good or not. What is important in playing cards is momentum. Even if the cards are strong in the end, the momentum must not be lost.
When Shandong people compete at a high level, what they compete for is not winning or losing, but the atmosphere and momentum.
This is winter. If this were summer, look, until the end of the fight, everyone would be shirtless and howling to see who had the loudest voice.
On this day, Zhang Junping felt extremely happy and enjoyable.
We didn't even have a proper lunch. Zhang Junping's mother and sister made pancakes. Each of them had two pancakes, rolled with a green onion and two slices of bacon. They didn't even put them down on the card table, so they just took a casual bite.
I continued beating until after 10 o'clock in the evening. I finally stopped because I couldn't stand it any longer.
It was fine that day, but the next day, Zhang Junping felt that his arm was not his and he did not dare to move it. It hurt whenever he moved.