Chapter 93: Hen

Flutter...

Three red pigeons flapped their wings and flew out of the east wing, awakening Yang Ming from the shock.

"It's time to cook..." Yang Ming stood up and tore a handful of firewood from the pile of firewood outside the yard.

The smoke rises and the stove heats up.

Yang Ming found two eggs from the west room, but suddenly saw sixteen black eggs the size of a fist in the egg basket. These eggs looked slightly larger than goose eggs. They rubbed their hands and were black ink on one hand.

"It seems that my wife is not stupid yet. She knows to cover their colors." Yang Ming smiled slightly and asked Yaya to detect how many fertilized eggs were there. The detection result was very depressing. There were not even a single fertilized egg in the sixteen eggs.

Put down the eggs, take two black eggs, wash them in the outer room with clean water, revealing their true colors, the colorful bird eggs are different from dragon eggs, and they will be broken as soon as they are knocked on the edge of the pot.

Pour oil into the pot and heat it up. The clear and transparent egg whites and yellow egg yolks were beaten into the pot together. They were immediately fried into flowers by hot oil. The egg shells were thrown into the stove hall by Yang Ming.

A strange fragrance emanated instantly.

"What kind of fragrance is this? Why can't I smell it?" Wei Qingqing, who was sleeping in the room, was rushed into her nose by the fragrance, and could no longer fall asleep. She put on her pajamas and ran out.

"Guess..." Yang Ming smiled.

"What are you guessing? Look at this poached egg so big, you will know it is the colorful bird's egg." Wei Qingqing yawned, went back to the house and went to bed.

The egg fragrance penetrates into the nose and feels a strange sense of satisfaction, not the belly, but the spirit.

Put on the kang table, clean porridge, milk, poached eggs, and pickles, and it is a breakfast that makes people feel aftertaste.

The couple ate with relish, drank a sip of porridge, picked up a crispy pickle, drank a sip of milk, and a poached egg...

A strong sense of leisurely life.

The two were having breakfast. In a single-family courtyard in Beijing, a group of old men gathered together to drink porridge.

"I said, why did you come suddenly? Don't say hello in advance?" The owner of the courtyard was an old man wearing a pair of big glasses. The old man was holding the porridge and looked at the greedy old man with depressed look at the greedy eating of the old man.

"Why are you becoming more and more stingy as you get older? Isn't it just a meal for you? Judging from your stingy and virtuous behavior, if you say that, we won't come in the future..." An old man with gray hair held the rice bowl and gave the owner of the small courtyard a fierce look, and kept picking up a chopstick of old pickles on his hands.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh... are you like you? Are you too greedy?" When the other old men saw that the old man had chopped down, they had less than half of the old pickles in the pickles plate, they couldn't help but blame them.

"I don't know if the porridge is enough. Anyway, I have enough pickles. After I finish eating, my sister-in-law will go." The old man with gray hair said irresponsible.

"Sister-in-law, come and cut a plate of old pickles, and it's a piece of carrot."

"I want mustard lumps."

"Just cucumber..."

"Carrots, carrots, I want carrots..."

"...Why do you think of your own home?" said the owner of the courtyard depressed.

"Don't worry, we will never be polite to you." The gray-haired old man patted the owner of the yard on the shoulder, shaking the owner of the yard for a while, and sprinkled the porridge in the bowl. The yard owner immediately picked up the bowl and licked the sprinkled porridge. He glared at the gray-haired old man and said dissatisfied: "I haven't drunk it yet..."

After breakfast, a group of old men gathered around the yard and talked.

"You said, the owner of that boat has already determined the target?" The owner of the courtyard looked at the gray-haired old man and said solemnly.

"Of course, but he has evidence of absent, so it's hard to doubt it," the old man with gray hair scratched his scalp. "But, a few days ago, there was a post on the Internet, which mentioned a hotel. We have already checked it out... This hotel is called Yingning Hotel, which is owned by a girl named Zhang Yingning. It is quite famous in Hebei Province. A few days ago, their dishes generally rose to a higher level. I have tried it. It's indeed good. It is said that someone provided them with a batch of high-quality vegetables. The source of the vegetables has also been cleared. It was made by a boy named Yang Ming. Yang Ming, at the beginning, heard that he was selling vegetables in the vegetable market. Later, he met the owner of Yingning Hotel. The two sides were very close, and then they joined forces..."

"It's a bit off topic, I'm talking about the boat..." Black lines appeared on the forehead of the owner of the courtyard.

"This big hotel was found, and as for the one that provides them with frozen seafood, it was also easy to find. Guess who this person is."

"Yang Ming..." The owner of the courtyard rolled his eyes. Although we are old, we are not yet Alzheimer's disease.

"Well, it's this kid..." The old man with gray hair clapped his palms hard, "I didn't expect you to react so quickly..."

The other old men rolled their eyes.

"Soon about it and then say..." The owner of the courtyard waved.

"That kind of water-powered ship first appeared in Yang Ming's hands. The relevant departments have tested this kind of ship. It is absolutely good... Tell me, that boy Yang Ming, if you have good things, just hide it yourself. He loves to show off and let his parents, father-in-law, mother-in-law, classmates, friends, all use his boat to go out to sea to fish, and they don't know how to keep a low profile at all, but I like him very much, my innocent heart..." said the gray-haired old man.

"I'm off topic again... I said, if you say he is stupid, just say it, what a naive heart?" The owner of the courtyard said depressedly.

"Okay, okay, let's continue to say, when did we receive the text message? When that post became popular, what does this mean? Once frozen seafood is spread, we must follow the clues and be able to find his ship. But when we are about to do it, several text messages have diverted our sight and asked me to tell you deeper?"

All of us here are human spirits, so we don’t need to make it clear, everyone understands it.

"What's going on with the evidence of his absence?" asked the owner of the courtyard.

"This silly boy was involved in a lawsuit a few days ago. The dog he raised bit a boy in the village. The local public security bureau restricted his actions and prevented him from leaving the county town for those two days. The local public security bureau could prove that the silly boy had never left the county town, so it was a bit confusing." The gray-haired old man became solemn, and he couldn't understand what was going on. Originally, his suspect was this silly boy named Yang Ming, but this guy had evidence of absent.

"You guys say, does he have some special means of transportation? He flew from the sky?" An old man with a goatee suddenly interrupted.

"If he flew from the sky, he would definitely not be able to escape our satellite..." said the gray-haired old man.

"This is not necessarily the technology he has mastered, not what American technology can be found on earth. What kind of American technology? It's all this stupid guy's nonsense. If the United States has this technology, can they still be so honest, and they still have to fight the Middle East? The whole sea is their gas station... Think about it, if American technology reaches this level, what do we have to think? We must be unsure. What should we be anxious about?... Maybe, this bad guy is hiding in a corner now, waiting to see us joke..." The owner of the courtyard was very wise, and he saw through someone's sinister intentions at a glance.

"This kid is simply worthy of a beating..." The gray-haired old man had a good impression of Yang Ming, a silly boy. Now, someone's sinister intentions were exposed by ruthlessness, and he immediately blew his beard and stared at him.

"But there is no doubt that this silly boy still has a lot of feelings for the country. Now, what we are going to discuss is whether to raise a rooster or a hen." The owner of the courtyard pushed his glasses.

"What's the use of raising roosters? Do you hear him crowing or killing him to eat meat?" said the gray-haired old man.

"Raising hens, at least one egg a day..."

“Raising hens…”

“Raising hens…”

Several old men expressed their opinions one after another.

"Okay, we will raise it according to the hens. In fact, I also tend to raise hens. Harmony and harmony are the theme... However, we still cannot be sure whether this stupid boy is a hen. There must be necessary surveillance. Otherwise, with his ability to escape our satellite monitoring and wander around the coastal cities of our country, if he does anything unfavorable to the country, it will be too late for us to regret it..." The owner of the courtyard made a final summary.

"I agree, the most important thing is that we don't know how his high-quality vegetables came from, were transformed out of thin air? Or were they shipped? This must be clarified." said the gray-haired old man.

"I agree..."

"I agree..."

"I agree..."

A bunch of old men expressed their opinions.

"Well! No matter how you say that, this silly boy has also made some efforts to build the country. The rewards and punishments are clear. We should not be stingy with him. It is also appropriate to take care of him..." The owner of the courtyard held his glasses and said.

"I have made contributions to the country, and the country will never forget him. If he becomes heroic, I suggest letting him enter Babao Mountain..." The gray-haired old man smiled wickedly.

"Shit..."

"Hahaha……"

A bunch of old men smirked.

"Okay, okay, I'm off topic again..." The owner of the courtyard glared at the old man with a gray hair, "You can tell that you, the old guy, like that stupid guy, if he is really heroic...huh..."

"It's bad luck, what nonsense..." The old man with gray hair smiled.

A group of old men discussed how to treat Yang Ming and Yang Ming? But together with Wei Qingqing, he helped Liu's wife come up with advice.

As soon as Yang Ming and Wei Qingqing finished their breakfast, Mrs. Liu came over.

"Uncle Dabao just told me that my competitor is Wang Duo from the old Wang family. When we were in Baoshan, although we won him, it was a matter of money. We can win if we have money, but it is different to run for the village chief. They are college students and we graduated from junior high school. They are not a heavyweight at all." Sitting on the kang of Yang Ming's house, Mrs. Liu was worried.

"What's wrong with college students? He has been graduating for several years, and he has long forgotten everything he should have forgotten. He is just more knowledgeable than you. Speaking of being a good village chief, he may not be able to compare with you." Yang Ming poured her a glass of milk.

"What's the use of education? Ability is the most important thing. Even if you are better than college students, we are not afraid of them. You must always remind yourself that there are two college students behind you..." Wei Qingqing encouraged.

"Yes! As soon as you said that, I was really excited. Two-on-one, we will win..." said Mrs. Liu.

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore. I'll go home and continue making clothes. Tell you, the silk cloth is almost used up, so you can prepare it for me quickly." Mrs. Liu thought it out, but she felt her heart lit up, so she got up and said goodbye.

"No problem, we will send it to you later..." Wei Qingqing quickly responded.

"Qingqing's craftsmanship is enough to match the textile machine..." Mrs. Liu blinked at Wei Qingqing, smiled slightly, turned around and ran out.

"What does it mean?" Wei Qingqing was a little confused.

"I've long discovered that you use a textile machine." Yang Ming said.

"..." Wei Qingqing was depressed...

In just over ten days, two silkworms raised in Yang Ming’s farm space have already produced. The growth period of silkworms optimized in the farm space has been significantly shortened, and the silkworms they spit have become thinner, but they are bigger. What does this mean? This shows that these silkworms spit longer silk.

The couple went to the wooden house together. Yang Ming took out all the cocoons in the farm space and piled them on the floor. So many cocoons were piled into a mountain on the floor, and they were almost on the roof.

"These cocoons are 100 kilograms..." Yang Ming said.

"Okay, okay, you go out, leave the rest to me..." Wei Qingqing began to drive people away.

"Okay..." Yang Ming got out of the wooden house and went home to get a big bucket and freed up three large tanks. He brushed it cleanly and spotlessly. Today he was going to give benefits to the workers.

Yang Ming carried the bucket and went to the farm of the single-horned golden-eyed cow and squeezed out the milk of the cow. By the way, the cow was actually quite uncomfortable. After all, it had been several days, and no one milked it. Even yesterday, Yang Ming did not squeeze much, but instead made it feel even more panicked. So, today the milk was filled with hissing, and in a short time, it squeezed a large bucket of milk. Yang Ming poured the milk into the water tank that was vacant in advance, and then came back and continued to squeeze. This was done until the cow's milk was empty, which made Yang Ming squeeze out most of the milk. Most of the milk was definitely more than 100 kilograms. Yang Ming felt that these milk was definitely more than 150 kilograms.

Just then, Liu Nannan came out of the back garden.

"Nannan, come here." Yang Ming waved to Liu Nannan.

"Brother Yang, what's the matter?" Liu Nannan trotted over.

"You go and call everyone here." Yang Ming said.
To be continued...