PFC Chapter 297: Building a Fence
Chapter 297: Building a Fence
The chicken in Mrs. Zhou's hands was still flapping its wings. She went to the kitchen, got out a clean, empty bowl, and then went to the small yard.
"Come, help me cut it."
Yang Liuqing held the chicken down and cut it into pieces, and the bright red chicken blood flowed into the bowl.
After a while, the fat chicken was thrown into the hot water bucket and handed over to Boss Zhou to pluck its feathers.
"It's almost time. I'll go make some tea first. Once you wash the vegetables, bring them over and start cooking."
"Got it, grandma."
Old Mrs. Zhou tied on an apron and grabbed a few red dates and some wolfberries from the kitchen storage room.
These are some leftover New Year's goods from before the New Year, and they can be used now.
The washed morels were brought to the kitchen, and Zhou Mingshu was responsible for cutting them in half.
The chicken soup takes a while to stew, so she cuts the other vegetables in advance and places them on the plate so that it will be quick to stir-fry later.
Boss Zhou killed the chicken and brought it over.
"Mom, our chickens are about to lay eggs. I just took out a handful of eggs. They're not very big."
The string of lanterns was in the basin, and the largest one was as big as an egg yolk.
"The weather is getting warmer, they are about to lay eggs. It's okay, just kill them. Go to the street tomorrow to find your aunt and ask her to hatch more chicks for us this year, so we won't be afraid of having no chickens to eat in the future."
"Haha, sure."
Old Mrs. Zhou was right. The dozen or so chickens at home were not enough to eat.
Normally, when adults come to their house, they are reluctant to kill them.
In the past six months, the three hanging stoves in our house have not roasted a single chicken.
Zhou Mingshu smiled, rinsed the chicken pieces with hot water, cleaned them, and stewed them in another pot.
Before long, a layer of chicken fat floated on the soup. Free-range chickens raised at home are different. The meat is tender and the chicken soup stewed from it is so delicious.
Seeing the fragrance wafting from the pot, Mrs. Zhou turned down the fire and let it simmer for a while.
Zhou Mingqin cut some slices and shreds of meat and stir-fried some wild vegetables and mushrooms she had picked.
There was one dish of spicy snails left, so Zhou Mingshu took over and started cooking.
There was a table full of dishes, some with light flavors, some with spicy flavors, and some with delicious chicken soup.
Zhou Mingshu threw in the chopped green onions he had been chopped early in the morning, adding a bit of clarity to the light yellow chicken soup.
Qi Xu felt very happy, these were the wild vegetables and mushrooms he picked himself, and now they became delicacies on the table. This feeling was really satisfying.
"Sir, does this count as me eating the wild vegetables you picked yourself?"
Qi Xu hit Ah Fu on the head.
"Of course! It's a must."
"Hehehe, Ah Fu is so lucky that he can eat wild vegetables picked by the young master himself in his lifetime!"
As soon as Ah Fu said this, everyone at the table burst into laughter.
"Okay, let's eat. After eating, wash up and rest early. We are all tired after a day's work. We still have to build a fence tomorrow."
Everyone started eating, and the plates and bowls on the table were soon empty.
"Grandma, these snails are so delicious. They are so satisfying to eat!"
Qi Xu didn't forget to praise it with a big mouth, and he would go to the river to pick it up next time.
"Okay, okay, if you like it, make it more often. We won't be short of chili peppers at home this year!"
Old Mrs. Zhou smiled and served Qi Xu another bowl of chicken soup.
"Come, have another bowl. This soup is well-cooked and good for your health. You kids are in the growth stage now, so you should eat more so that you can grow taller in the future!"
Eat well to have good health.
Now that the family is not short of food, as someone who has experienced this, she will never treat her children badly in terms of food.
"Okay, thank you grandma."
A chicken and this pot of mushrooms can make a whole pot of soup. Although it tastes delicious, the nutritional value is a bit bland.
Next time I stew chicken, I will have to add two more, otherwise there won’t be enough for everyone.
These kids in the family are really big eaters. Of course, it’s mainly because there are so many people in the family.
It rained for two days in a row, and the flower beds became greener and the soil became softer.
They took their tools and sawn bamboo strips to the flower garden and started making a fence.
Because the fence was intended to last for two more years, the tunnel was dug deeper.
The boys dug the tunnel in front, and the girls planted bamboo sticks one by one in the back and then compacted the ground.
Old Mrs. Zhou and Zhou Mingshu took the prepared ropes and tied the fences horizontally again, and the row of fences was complete.
I shook it in my hand and found it was very sturdy. Even a light rain or wind could not blow it down.
The work of building a fence is not hard, but if you keep repeating the same action, it will inevitably feel a bit boring.
Zhou Mingshu and the others took turns doing their jobs, but only Old Lady Zhou was still holding her ground.
It was almost morning and I was going to go home and rest for a while.
From a distance I saw several people standing at the gate of the yard.
"Who is that? I don't recognize him."
"Grandma, I don't know you either. Are you here to buy roast duck?"
"Let's go and take a look. It's a good time to go home and rest for a while."
After looking more closely, Old Mrs. Zhou recognized it.
Isn’t this the family that arranged a marriage for Daya a few years ago?
"Hey, what wind brought you here? Come into the yard and sit for a while."
Don't hit a smiling person. Seeing that it was an acquaintance, Mrs. Zhou invited the person in for tea.
After greeting a few people, Old Mrs. Zhou started chatting with them.
With so many people sitting here, we can't let the conversation die.
Since her son and daughter-in-law were not at home, Old Mrs. Zhou did not want to get involved in this mess.
"You came at a bad time. My eldest son and daughter-in-law have gone to town to work. I have no one to take care of me without them at home."
"There are only a few of us at home. I was just helping the kids build a fence and I just had some free time."
Old Mrs. Zhou said she was trying to refuse, but she still had a smile on her face.
Everyone praised Mrs. Zhou for her good housekeeping and hard work in educating her children, and for having such a nice yard and such a spacious vegetable garden.
But no matter how much they talk about this and that, they still can't escape the purpose of their visit.
"Old lady, even if your son and daughter-in-law are at home, don't they still have to listen to you? As long as you nod your head, who cares if the children agree or not? Since ancient times, it has always been the parents' orders and the matchmaker's words. As long as our head of the family agrees, the children will naturally nod their heads. We can pick a good day and take the girl away, and your family will have one less mouth to feed."
"The boy at home is very willing. It can be seen that he is a loving child. After Daya marries him, she can just wait to enjoy the happiness!"
"The mother-in-law and father-in-law are young and strong, and the child will not suffer if he marries them."
The matchmaker's mouth is full of lies! She is really good at talking.