Accompany by A Fool to do Farming - Chapter 41

When he got home, Zhong Ziqi took Zhao Zhengan to water the vegetable garden with nothing to do. After such a long time, all the vegetables in the vegetable garden are ready to eat. Some have to wait. The surrounding fences were crooked and crooked. He and Zhao Zhengan got it right.

Looking at the verdant green of the garden, he was not without a sense of accomplishment. Zhong Ziqi was pouring vegetables and joking with Zhao Zhengan. He also said that he didn’t do this job at home before, and he was so delicate!

Zhao Zhengan allowed him to talk about the past, but he replied with a gentle and a little guilty distressed, “Thank you.”

Zhao Zhengan knows that it’s not easy for him. After all, he has experienced those, so he understands very much. He swears in his heart that he will let his wife live a good life in the future. Facts prove it.

After pouring the vegetable patch, Zhong Ziqi sent Zhao Zhengan away. She sat in the courtyard rubbing clothes, thinking about things while rubbing, and had to find some time to buy something and go back to Zhong’s house, saving them one by one. Here, it seems that he is really unfilial. Since they are under the name of filial piety, then he will look at it in the name of filial piety.

In the evening, while eating, Zhong Ziqi suddenly remembered something. He seemed to have accidentally heard in town today that there is a genius doctor who is very good at treating diseases, and he can’t cure them without him, but most people don’t know where this genius doctor is.

Zhong Ziqi wanted to find Zhao Zhengan’s headache, but it was always so painful. It’s just that he doesn’t have a clue as to where to find, he doesn’t even have a destination. He talked about it to Zhao Zhengan.

Zhao Zhengan smiled carelessly: “If you can find it, go and have a look. It doesn’t matter if you can’t find it, it won’t affect my normal life.”

Zhong Ziqi poked him in disapproval, and he secretly decided to find the genius doctor for everything.

In the morning, Zhong Ziqi and Zhao Zhengan went to town together. Zhao Ning and Zhao Sheng were surprised when they saw him go together.

“Didn’t Ziqi say that you are not okay? Why are you here?” Zhao Ning looked at him curiously. They used to have little contact with Zhong Ziqi before they gradually got along better, but this suddenly recovered. Yes, he and Zhao Sheng only occasionally come into contact with them when they go in the morning.

“If you listen to him, I will have to cultivate for a few months before I can see people.” Zhao Zhengan smiled helplessly, but he was still very useful. Someone worried about him, except for grandpa and grandma, no one else was like this. Concerned about him.

“I’m doing good for you too. Are you unhappy?” Zhong Ziqi gave him a sideways look. If you dare to say a word, I will make you look good.

Zhao Zhengan immediately understood and said flatteringly: “I am happy, this proves that you care about me and like me.”

Zhong Ziqi poked his waist and said, “What are you talking about!” What kind of love is said in the public.

Zhao Ning watched the two flirting with a black line: “Hey, hey, don’t ignore the two of us, okay? It’s really not good for you to show affection like this.” Zhao Ning is bitter, there are still two unsuccessful things. At home, can you be careful not to irritate people.

All the way noisy and noisy to the town, when I went to Huang Ah Mo’s house to pick up the wooden cart, I happened to see another wooden cart at Huang Am’’s house. Zhong Ziqi and Zhao Zhengan looked at each other, knowing Huang Ah, they thought. That’s it, Uncle Huang is a carpenter, he’s fast, and he made the cart in one day’s work.

Sure enough, without waiting for Zhong Ziqi’s inquiry, Huang Ama took the initiative to tell him to go out with him today.

“Then the feeling is good, Huang Ama is right next to me.” Zhong Ziqi said with a smile.

Today’s wharf is as lively as ever. Zhong Ziqi’s booth is busy, but Zhong Ziqi is the most leisurely. Zhao Zhengan rushed to do his work of kneading dough and fritters. He was a little unfamiliar at the beginning, and slowly became more and more skilled. Now, Zhong Ziqi was emptied immediately. When he saw nothing wrong, he helped Huang Ahma next door sell porridge. When someone bought fried dough sticks, he would tell people that the porridge is the best match. Everyone is Zhong Ziqi’s **** rice. Si, after hearing what he said, I immediately bought a bowl of porridge and fried dough sticks at Huang Ah’s house, not to mention it was really delicious.

More and more people are buying one after another.

After noon, Zhong Ziqi’s fried dough sticks were sold out as usual, and even the porridge with Huang Ama’s family was sold out. Huang Ama grinned and counted the money while not forgetting to thank Zhong Ziqi.

Zhao Zhengan smiled and replied: “If there is anything to thank, we have to thank you and Uncle Huang for taking care of us.”

Huang Ama sighed: “It’s not easy for anyone to take care of what is not taken care of. Living a life is better than everything.”

Zhao Zhengan and Zhong Ziqi nodded and said yes.

In Zhao’s village not far away, news about Zhao Zheng’an’s recovery had already spread. Some people laughed by, some gloated, some regretted and annoyed, and some had a wishful thinking. In short, everyone has a different mentality, but nothing. All of them were curious about Zhao Zhengan’s attitude. At that time, the Zhao family did too much and didn’t believe that Zhao Zhengan could treat them calmly.

If there are too few ancient entertainments, the most talked about is the trivial things of these parents, which are just as fun and interesting as watching TV.

Not long after Zhong Ziqi and Zhao Zhengan returned home, Wang Cuihua sent a bowl of dumplings. It looked like they were full of dumplings, but there weren’t many of them, and they weren’t enough for one person.

This time, Wang Cuihua was so obedient and very reserved, sitting for a while and then left, saying that she would bring them something delicious next time.

Zhong Ziqi took a dumpling with her hand and tasted it, smashed her mouth and said, “It’s a vegetable stuffing, it’s still Chinese cabbage. I thought it could be a bit meaty, not even the oil. Tsk tsk, just like this, he will please you or Please please me, who can eat more than 20 dumplings!”

Zhao Zhengan pinched his tender face: “That’s not bad. I haven’t been so generous in hitting the ego. You can’t eat white noodles a few times a month, let alone give it to others to eat.”

“You said, what can he save after being so searched? In the end, his child’s husband seems to be malnourished.” Zhong Ziqi disagrees with this approach. In his opinion, save everything and don’t save anything. A good health is the capital of the revolution. If you break down, how can you make money?

“Let’s eat it for you.” Zhong Ziqi pushed the dumplings to Zhao Zhengan, and sat in a chair with his chin to watch him finish eating: “He did not taste good, someday I will buy some meat, I will pack it, it will definitely be better than his. It’s much better, and I can eat enough.”

“Okay, what you cooked is definitely the best.” Zhao Zhengan is used to eating delicious Zhong Ziqi’s food, and eating Wang Cuihua’s meal is almost like chewing wax. There are two extremes.

Two words: unpalatable.