Chapter 131 Ask for help
The weather in the first month of the year is still very cold, but there are still many old men gathered by the river, each guarding an ice hole.
Mr. Zhao looked very unhappy, with a gloomy face and staring at the ice hole. Mr. Zhang was laughing beside him, holding a fish weighing more than two kilograms.
"Hey, stop struggling. You're bound to lose today. Give me your chessboard quickly. If that doesn't work, just give me that jar of Wuyi Dahongpao." Grandpa Zhang strolled over, took a look at Grandpa Zhao's bucket, and laughed.
Mr. Zhao's face darkened again: "Get out, you are disturbing me here."
Mr. Zhang was not angry even after being scolded. He took his fish and left. When Deng Minghao and Lu Yunxiao came with their stuff, they saw Mr. Zhao with a gloomy face.
Deng Minghao went over and said, "What are you betting on again? You look so gloomy."
When Mr. Zhao saw Deng Minghao, he was like seeing a savior, and he quickly winked and said, "He has a good chessboard, but he covets my Wuyi Dahongpao. Deng boy, beat him up for me."
Deng Minghao was speechless, but he still threw a piece of bait he had prepared into Mr. Zhao's ice hole.
Ever since he became famous here, Mr. Zhao and Mr. Zhang have been doing this, making bets from time to time, and both of them have won and lost.
I heard from other old men that they were like this when they were young, and they are still like this now.
Deng Minghao fixed his hook. Mr. Zhao glanced at Lu Yunxiao and said, "Who is this guy? He looks like he was a soldier!"
Lu Yunxiao introduced himself with a smile: "I served in the army for a few years, but then I got injured and retired."
"He is my neighbor. He lives next door to us. We met when we were in the countryside," said Deng Minghao.
Because they like to go and play with Deng Minghao, these old men all know that Li Ruolan's family's house next door has been bought by someone, but no one lives there.
Mr. Zhao said "oh" and continued to stare at his fish bladder. Suddenly, he pulled the hook excitedly and felt it was very heavy, as if it was a big one.
"Deng boy, come and help, a large amount of cargo has been delivered." Grandpa Zhao said hurriedly.
Deng Minghao immediately came over to help Grandpa Zhao collect the rod. The big fish has to be ebb and flow, and you can only pull it up after it has no strength left. Otherwise, the force will be too great and the fishing line may break easily.
Lu Yunxiao also came to help, and the big scoop net was always ready.
Just as Grandpa Zhang was showing off for a while, he heard Grandpa Zhao's call. Hearing that there was a big shipment, he also came to see. When he saw Deng Minghao, he immediately shouted, "Old Zhao! Did that kid Deng help you?
Otherwise, how come you haven't caught any fish yet, but you caught one as soon as he came? You are cheating! Do you know that?"
"Get out of the way. I didn't know. I didn't ask him to help me. I caught this by myself!" Old Master Zhao retorted with a red face and thick neck.
The two old men were about to quarrel. Deng Minghao, who was playing fishing, was sweating from exhaustion, with veins popping out on his forehead. "Stop quarreling. If you want to quarrel, go somewhere else. Don't disturb me!"
The two old men snorted coldly and stopped talking.
After struggling for more than half an hour, Deng Minghao and Lu Yunxiao took turns and finally pulled up the fish. It was a big carp weighing seven or eight kilograms, and was as long as Deng Minghao's arm.
Old Master Zhao laughed out loud: "Hahaha! I won, I won! What's the point of your fish compared to me? Quick, quick, take out a bottle of your treasured wine and give it to me!"
This time it was Mr. Zhang's turn to be blushing and angry: "That doesn't count! It was clearly Deng who helped you!"
Seeing that the two were still about to argue, Deng Minghao quickly said, "I have good wine! Come to my house to drink it today. This fish is mine too. I'll make pickled fish for you when we get back."
These old men had all tasted Deng Minghao's cooking skills, so they all nodded in agreement without making any fuss.
"Deng boy, what kind of job are you going to find after the first month of the lunar year? Why don't I help you? How about you come and follow me?" Mr. Zhao liked Deng Minghao more and more, and Deng Minghao had a very good personality, so he developed a desire to attract talented people.
Mr. Zhao and Mr. Zhang are both officials. If they want to promote Deng Minghao, he might be able to get a job within the system. After all, he graduated from high school and has been to the countryside, so his resume is pretty good.
"Get lost. What can you achieve by following you? Just follow me!" Old Master Zhang said unwillingly.
Deng Minghao didn't want to get involved in politics. He shook his head like a rattle and said, "Don't try to make money. I have no interest in being an official. Our two families have already discussed and are planning to open a clothing factory. We are now preparing for it."
After these words were spoken, Mr. Zhao and Mr. Zhang stopped arguing, but frowned at the same time.
Mr. Zhao said, "Although I can be a self-employed person now, I don't know what the future holds. Where are you going to build this garment factory?"
Lu Yunxiao said: "We are still looking for a specific location, but my wife said that it would be great if it could be built near the military area. In this way, we can help many military families find jobs and it won't interfere with their taking care of their children."
In fact, Qin Wan thought this way because she only knew that it would be difficult to be a self-employed person at the beginning, but if she could get some connection with the army, perhaps the road ahead would be easier.
In a nutshell, it is good to sit under a big tree and enjoy the shade.
Old Master Zhang nodded. "That's a good idea. We seem to have several military bases in Beijing. One of them is not too far from here. Many military wives live in nearby towns and villages. Helping military wives find jobs? That's a good idea."
Deng Minghao was not polite either: "If you think it's a good idea, can you help us make some connections? Please give me a hand."
Mr. Zhao was so angry that he laughed: "You are so rude!"
Deng Minghao chuckled twice: "How about three meals? There's your favorite Dongpo pork."
Grandma Zhao is old, but because her family is strict, she seldom gets to eat her favorite Dongpo pork. What’s more, the Dongpo pork cooked by the nanny who takes care of her is not tasty at all.
Later, Deng Minghao showed off his skills and won the old man's stomach. Mr. Zhao would come to Deng Minghao's house at least twice a month to eat the Dongpo pork made by Deng Minghao.
Of course, Deng Minghao asked Mr. Zhao's family, and they said he could only eat it twice a month, and Deng Minghao never made more than that.
After talking to Mr. Zhao, Deng Minghao looked at Mr. Zhang again: "And your braised pork elbow."
The two old men looked at each other and pointed at Deng Minghao, but finally agreed.
"Let me make it clear first, we are just asking to help. As for whether it will work or not, we can't say for sure." said the two old men.
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