Even though he clearly said he wouldn't go, he still followed him.
Jiang Chen shook his head and started making breakfast.
This is a strength.
The original owner is very good at his craftsmanship, especially eels and loaches.
Even snakes and frogs can be made very well.
He's not bad either. Although he's not that biased, he definitely deserves the word "foodie".
But it’s true that I bought too many and couldn’t cook them all at once, so I didn’t move the eels and turtles since they wouldn’t die anyway, so I kept them first.
So this morning’s dishes were pickled fish, twice-cooked pork, salted salted duck, cold dishes, stir-fried beef, fried peanuts, braised eggplant...
Wait, the table is full, still very rich, full of color, flavor and flavor.
Then add beer, liquor, soda drinks, a big pot of firewood rice, and a pot of fragrant rice soup, and it's all together.
Everyone who was invited came, including adults and children.
After greeting everyone to sit down, Jiang Chen poured a glass of beer: "Come on, come on, thank you uncles, aunts, aunts, and sisters for your compliments. Let me toast you all first."
"Oh, you're so polite."
"So you are a scholar, right Jiang Chen?"
"Okay, how come there is so much nonsense and so much delicious food that can't stop your mouths?"
"..."
The atmosphere is good.
They are all well-informed people, making jokes and having fun.
Jiang Chen felt refreshed after drinking a glass of it. This beer was chilled in well water and was very refreshing.
The key is that the aroma of wheat is particularly strong, which reminds him unconsciously of a rumor, that is, from a certain period of time, beer was always made of rice. It was as light as water and had less and less beer flavor.
This also gave him the illusion that the beer he drank before was all fake beer.
As he drank one cup, he quickly poured another cup and said with a smile: "I won't say any more. I'm out of food. I'll make do with it. Eat well and drink well."
"What, this is no food?"
"No, Brother Chen. This is too modest. Being too modest is pride. Don't look at me getting off school early. I remember this very clearly."
"That's right, if this is called no food, then what do we usually say? Wouldn't it mean that we have all the food?"
"..."
In fact, it is just scene talk.
Whether in the city or in the countryside, everyone says this.
Few people say that there are many dishes, and they are all good. Everyone can eat with confidence and eat with an open belly.
That's called pretense.
Guests are often not happy either.
The difference is that, in the same situation, some people are fake modesty, but they really are not, and some people are really modest, and they really are.
Jiang Chen falls into the latter category.
Coupled with the excellent craftsmanship and some dishes that many people have never seen before, as soon as the words came out, there was a lot of laughter and criticism.
Shortly thereafter, Zhang Hai, an old classmate whose little original owner was half a year old and who is now married and has a two-year-old son, asked: "Brother Chen, I heard Xiaoxiao say that you want to knock down the house and build a factory. Is it true?"
"Yes, Jiang Chen, do you really want to knock down the house and build a factory?"
This is Zhang Hai's wife. She is from the next village. Her name is Yang Mei. She is also a classmate in junior high school.
As the young couple asked questions, everyone's attention was attracted and they asked questions one after another.
Jiang Chen raised his glass and said with a smile: "Really, didn't I get money to solve people's problems? In fact, there is another gain, which is orders."
"Order?"
"What order?"
"..."
"The order for sauerkraut has been agreed upon. I will set up a factory to make sauerkraut and I will charge 60 cents per catty."
In the final analysis, this matter was about mobilizing the masses, so in the face of everyone's curiosity, Jiang Chen told the truth about the situation.
Uncle Chen was shocked: "Six cents a pound, sauerkraut, is it that valuable?"
"Yes, we don't eat this pickled cabbage very much. We only put it out for dinner when there is no food. No one should want it, right?" Another aunt said.
Actually this is the truth.
Although the taste is different, most people in rural areas can make sauerkraut.
For the country people, this is not a good thing. It is a sign of poverty and hardship. It is a dish that is only eaten when there is no more.
Under such circumstances, when Leng Buding heard that it actually cost 60 cents per pound, his outlook was shattered and he was shocked.
After all, wheat is only about 80 cents these days.
Jiang Chen laughed heartily and said, "Then try the pickled fish I made and see if it tastes good."
There is no way to accept this.
Soon Yang Mei laughed and scolded: "Shit, is that sauerkraut of yours delicious? It's obviously fish that's delicious!"
"Yes, what does this have to do with sauerkraut? It's obviously fish."
"I think so. You can tell it's a fortune fish at a glance. Is it delicious?"
"..."
Snakehead fish is locally called fortune fish and is considered a very high-quality fish species.
Don't even look at it, even if it's sliced, the size of the fish cannot be hidden from everyone's eyes.
So after Yangmei, everyone laughed and cursed.
Jiang Chen took a sip of beer and said happily: "But what I said is true, six cents a pound, a child and an old man are innocent.
It’s just that people don’t just want sauerkraut, they want to set up a factory so that the sanitary conditions are up to standard and the quality is reliable.”
"real?"
Seeing that they didn't seem to be talking, everyone finally became serious, and they couldn't help feeling envious.
Sauerkraut!
One pound of sauerkraut costs six cents, ten pounds six dollars, one hundred pounds sixty...
How much does it cost? It’s a lot of money.
It can be seen that I still need to study...
Jiang Chen smiled and said, "Really, don't be discouraged. Although we can't harvest your sauerkraut, we can harvest fresh mustard greens."
"real?"
"Jiang Chen, do you want mustard greens?"
"Brother Chen, please stop joking, I will take it seriously."
"..."
Another village is full of bright flowers and dark willows.
I thought it was all over, but I never thought of asking for fresh mustard greens, and suddenly everyone became excited again.
Jiang Chen smiled and said, "Really, I've already decided the price. It's 30 cents per catty. If you have it, just send it to me."
Prices are all calculated.
The yield of mustard is not low. If it is used throughout the year, the minimum yield per mu is six thousand catties, and the good ones can reach tens of thousands.
Under such circumstances, it is definitely better than cotton and wheat. After all, even if it is 6,000 jins, 30 cents per acre is still 1,800 pounds.
One thousand and eighty acres per acre...
To be honest, more than 20 years later, there may not be so many conventional crops in a year. Now, if the total of cotton, wheat and other crops adds up to one thousand per acre in a year, it is pretty good.
Because of this, my breathing became hot in an instant, and my heartbeat became more intense each time.
But then again, it’s unrealistic to just plant them all. After all, cotton and wheat are guaranteed to be harvested by the state, unlike mustard, which sounds good, but in fact there is no guarantee.
Zhang Haiyangmei and his wife told them on the spot that they would finish the harvest and plant mustard greens all over.
Jiang Chen nodded without trying to persuade him. After dinner, Tang Wan and Tang Xiao took a few little guys to clean up. He led a large force to clean up and dismantle.
It's quite simple too.
The only things worth collecting are the portrait of the old man and some farm tools, and almost nothing else.
The house is still an adobe house. If you want to, you can easily knock it down.
It's just that it's more laborious to clean up.
There were adobe bricks, wood, and some other messy things. Even half-year-old children came to help, and a bunch of people were busy all day long.