"Okay, please take a seat."
Zhang Weiguo found a seat and sat down, waiting for the duck to be served. This was the first time he had eaten duck in this era.
“The roast duck is here.”
Soon, the sliced duck was served. One duck was sliced into two plates. This shows real skill. The slices were evenly sliced and each slice was just right.
Unlike later generations, which did it purely for the sense of ritual.
Two plates of roast duck, plus pancakes, duck sauce, chopped green onions, etc., filled half the table.
Zhang Weiguo feels that the roast duck of this era is still more delicious than all the roast ducks of later times.
Zhang Weiguo couldn't eat any more after eating more than one plate. It must be said that this roast duck is really big.
I asked the waiter for a take-away box and took the remaining duck meat and duck bones away.
Zhang Weiguo rode his bicycle back to the courtyard and saw a thin man in his fifties standing at the gate of the courtyard.
Seeing Zhang Weiguo pushing his bicycle, he asked, "Hello, comrade. Are you here to look for someone?"
This should be the door god of the Siheyuan, the third uncle who loves to take advantage of others.
Zhang Weiguo also said politely: "Hello, I'm a neighbor who just moved here today. I just came back from dinner."
Yan Bugui looked at Zhang Weiguo, then saw the duck meat hanging on the bicycle and swallowed secretly.
"So you're my new neighbor. My name is Yan Bugui, and I'm the third uncle in this yard. Feel free to contact me if you have any questions."
I saw that the third uncle’s eyes never left the roast duck.
Zhang Weiguo knew that the third uncle was planning to take the roast duck. Anyway, Zhang Weiguo was full and didn't feel anything about the leftover roast duck.
"Thank you, Uncle San. This is the leftover roast duck. If you don't mind, you can take it back and eat it."
"How can I dislike it? This is Quanjude's roast duck. Thank you Weiguo."
Zhang Weiguo handed the roast duck to the third uncle and pushed his bicycle into the yard. The third uncle consciously helped Zhang Weiguo carry the bicycle.
Watching Zhang Weiguo walk away, he took the roast duck and happily went home to eat it.
The third uncle's family even eats pickles by the number of pieces, so it’s unknown how many meals of roast duck they will have to eat.
At least there would be a meal of duck meat and a meal of soup made from the duck bones.
It's hard for the third uncle, his body is as small as a skinny chicken. Look at Jia Zhang, she eats a lot and is plump, she is as fat as three third uncles.
Now that Jia Dongxu is still alive, his family eats much better than when the third uncle was alive.
Although he hasn't died yet, it's estimated that he will die within this year.
When Zhang Weiguo returned home, he saw that the decorator had already painted the walls and the frames of the two small rooms had been set up.
After the workers finished their work and left, Zhang Weiguo tidied up, made out the bedding, and planned to take advantage of the three-day holiday to go visit his comrades.
Zhang Weiguo remembered that it was in the countryside outside Beijing.
Zhang Weiguo harvested another 1,134 kilograms of wheat from the space.
Then, he bought another three pounds of wheat seeds to plant, and still had some gold coins left.
The chickens raised by Zhang Weiguo cannot lay eggs, they are all roosters and can only be eaten for meat.
He has already saved up 120 chickens, which is enough to last for half a year if he eats them every day. Unfortunately, Zhang Weiguo doesn't dare to do so.
In this era when everyone can’t get enough food, you eat meat every day. Aren’t you afraid of being reported?
If you are like an old man, even if his monthly salary plus subsidies is 99 yuan, he would not dare to eat like this.
The next morning, Zhang Weiguo rode his bicycle towards the outside of the city.
We still have the commune system now. One commune manages more than a dozen production brigades, and some may have more than twenty. One production brigade is a village.
The place Zhang Weiguo went to this time was a village called Lijiashan, which belonged to Shuangshan Commune.
Coming out of the old city, the roads to the countryside are all bumpy dirt roads. It is even more impossible to walk on them when it rains. They are all covered in mud and stick to shoes, making it impossible to walk.
Zhang Weiguo was riding a bicycle on a bumpy road. After a while, his butt was bruised.
Zhang Weiguo had never been to Lijiashan before, so he could only rely on his memory and asked many fellow villagers along the way before he found the location. Fortunately, people in this era were enthusiastic and did not have the calculations of later generations. When you ask for directions, they will point you in the opposite direction.
Lijiashan is very remote. It took Zhang Weiguo half a day to find it. There are dozens of households in the village, which is located between two mountains.
Zhang Weiguo guessed that the village was named Lijiashan for this reason. The village is surrounded by mountains, so the land is not fertile, but as the saying goes, live by the mountain, eat by the mountain; live by the sea, eat by the sea.
Reclaiming barren hills and hunting in the mountains became the daily life of the villagers in Lijiashan.
"Hello fellow, is this Lijiashan?"
Zhang Weiguo saw a villager in front of him and asked directly.
I have been riding the bike for several hours and my butt is numb from the shaking. If I still haven't found it, I will really cry.
"Yes, this is Lijiashan. What do you want?"
The fellow villager asked, Lijiashan is too remote, and few people come here all year round, so he was still surprised to see a person riding a bicycle.
"Is there a person named Li Dashan here?"
"You're looking for Dashan? Who are you?"
"I am Li Dashan's comrade-in-arms, and I came to see him this time."
These people are very vigilant. If you don't answer well, they might arrest you as a spy.
"Dashan's comrade, I will take you to find Dashan."
When he heard that it was a comrade-in-arms, the old man relaxed his guard and became enthusiastic.
"Thank you, uncle." said Zhang Weiguo.
The old man led Zhang Weiguo into the village, and Zhang Weiguo pushed his bicycle and followed behind the old man.
Along the way, I asked about the situation in Lijiashan, and it was similar to what Zhang Weiguo had thought. Life was not very good, the grain harvest was not much, and they could only rely on hunting in the mountains to make a living.
But in that era, animals couldn’t get enough food, so hunting was also very difficult. Coupled with the impact of three years of natural disasters, it was not easy to get enough food.
Although there is a lot of land here, it is all mountainous and the soil is not fertile. The grain yield is reduced to only half of that of normal land.
If the villagers had not found some herbs and other mountain products in Congge Mountain and taken them to the commune to sell in exchange for some food, life in Lijiashan would have been even more difficult.
The villagers here often go into the mountains, so there must be some wild ginseng, which is a good thing. Zhang Weiguo came this time, in addition to visiting his old comrades, to see if he could collect some ginseng.
A hundred-year-old wild ginseng can save lives at critical moments. If it were in later generations, these ginsengs would be worth a lot of money.
A hundred-year-old ginseng would cost at least millions.
However, at that time, Zhang Weiguo had no idea about the value of ginseng, and didn't know how much it could be sold for.
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