Bian Rui was busy sweating profusely in the kitchen. Today, the cooking in Bian Rui's pot is not the same as before. In the past, there were only two or three spoons of things in the pot, covering the bottom of the pot. But today, almost half a pot of dishes is exhausted, and it takes some effort to turn every spoon, and it does not have the fairy spirit that the ancestors asked for.

In addition to the fried food in the pot, there were two deep 304 steel basins on the small table, which contained the fried vegetables, a pot of green vegetables and tofu with some small shrimps. A pot of ants climbed up the tree, and a total of three dishes were arranged with braised seed chicken stir-fried in the pot.

All these three dishes are very large. Putting these three dishes together with rice can at least get a meal of about ten young men in their prime.

In the past, Bian Rui cooked only three or five people, and the guests invited were less. Most of them ordered until they were ordered, and the dishes were not as half as they were in a basin now. If the food used to be fine, then the food now was rough.

Yan Lan trot into the yard and asked repeatedly: "Have the food been cooked? The boys over there are already starting to scream hungry."

Bian Rui picked up the towel on his shoulder and wiped the sweat off his face: "Okay, okay, I'll wait for another two minutes and I'll deliver the food."

When Yan Lan heard Bian Rui say this, she walked into the kitchen, reached out and pulled off the towel on Bian Rui's shoulder, took it outside and threw it into the basin, poured cold water and washed it, and wrung it out before hanging the towel back on Bian Rui's shoulder.

"Why don't you turn on the air conditioner so hot?" Yan Lan said with concern when she saw Bian Rui was sweating profusely again.

"No matter how much I have sex, Qimao's wife is also very popular. Let's just share the blessings together and be together in difficulties," Bian Rui said with a smile.

It’s not that Bian Rui wants to turn on the air conditioner, but that it’s more uncomfortable to turn on the air conditioner when it’s hot or not. Moreover, the air conditioner has to be turned on closed doors. Bian Rui really can’t stand the smell of oil smoke in this room. It’s better to be hot than squatting in the oil smoke.

Qimao's wife is now sitting behind the pot and burning the fire, as if she was fishing out of water. However, she is a hard-working person, and she has no complaints or a bitter face. Although her face is full of sweat, she still smiles and says, "Uncle, I don't care. I can get a salary by burning the fire here. I am quite satisfied."

Now Qimao and his new wife are working at Bian Rui's house. They were originally going to go out to work, but now they have delayed it.

Yan Lan smiled and said, "Bian Rui is a bad capitalist. Look, outside, they are all employed half-grown children. One day they will make everyone dissatisfied. Let's go to the county court to sue him together."

After hearing this, Bian Rui said with a bitter face: "Are you setting up a trap for me? To be honest, I am really afraid of these little guys. They don't do a good job at all. They eat better than adults. Not to mention others, they only talk about Xiao Eleven's thing. They are not as thin as a rod. They are piled with rice and two big bowls. Who doesn't feel sorry for them! I don't know how the eighteenth brother and his wife raise..."

The arrival of three excavators directly smashed Bian Rui’s original plan. Bian Rui didn’t know where these guys were going to get crazy. One of them brought the other and fell in love with fiddling with the excavator.

They shouted at Lan Xiang to learn to go to the excavator, and then began to fiddle with a few newly arrived excavators.

Because this game is easy to learn, it really doesn't require much education, and the work of Bian Rui's family doesn't require much technology. Just dig out the mud in the pond and send it to the side to pile it up. As long as the car is not dispersed, Bian Rui has no objection.

As for the digging mud, if anyone wants to have a base fertilizer in the field, he can just drive the hand tractor to mop it. Bian Rui doesn't charge any money.

At the beginning of one or two days, Bian Rui thought these kids were in high spirits, so he would just wait for two or three days to wait for the interest to pass through this. In his heart, he planned to wait until the children were tired of playing and then invite a few brothers from the same clan to help him work.

Unexpectedly, these kids became more and more interested in playing. They drove the excavators all day long and started to compete. As a shovel of mud was transported out of the pond, four or five of these excavators were getting better and better. So Bian Rui had to give up his original idea and began to use these small balls to clean up the pond.

The salary given by Bian Rui is high and not low, it is 150 yuan a day! It is a very good salary in the countryside, but it is nothing to put it on the coast. Anyway, it is more than the lower one.

The children worked very hard, because in addition to getting money and fiddling with the machines Bian Rui got back, these children can also order food every day and enjoy Uncle Nineteen's craftsmanship in different ways. For example, today's ants climbing trees are what a child remembers, otherwise anyone in the countryside will have nothing to do to eat.

"Anyway, I see that you use child labor here, at least half of them are not as old as eighteen, right?" Yan Lan said with a smile.

Speaking of this, Yan Lan's hand was a different situation. She naturally stretched out her hand and grabbed a corner of the towel and sent it to Bian Rui's face.

When Bian Rui saw it, he smiled and took a corner of the towel, smeared it randomly on his face.

This action was nothing for Bian Rui and Yan Lan. When Qimao's wife saw it, she couldn't help but pull the corners of her mouth: This is too close! It seems that Teacher Yan will become Aunt Twenty-sixth in the future.

"Okay, OK!"

At this time, the aroma of seed chicken in the room had already spread. Not only did Yan Lan Qimao's wife sniff a few times, but Bian Rui's belly was a little bulging.

Most of the dishes were beaten into the basin, and the remaining portions were divided into three portions and poured directly into three bowls. These three portions were Bian Rui himself, Yan Lan and Qimao's wife. These three are now logistics workers and do not eat with the young men on the front line.

The dishes were all served, and the three basins were lidged, and they were dropped in order of up and down. The three sides were buckled like this and would be as stable as Mount Tai and would not spill out at all.

The rice is placed in a 20-liter 304 insulation tank. Although it is not necessary to keep it warm at this time, eating cold rice will hurt the stomach. In addition to vegetables and rice, there are also ten-liter vegetable soup, which is full of vegetables and oil, which is completely different from the free soup in the canteen.

After delivering everything onto the tricycle, Bian Rui asked Qimao's wife to have a meal first, while Yan Lan and she and Yan Lan delivered the food on the tricycle to the young men.

Bian Rui was riding a car. When Yan Lan encountered a difficult place to walk in a car, Yan Lan would also come down and push it. At this time, Yan Lan could not see the temperament of a dancer. Instead, she was like a peasant woman in the village. However, her face was indeed a bit betrayed her, and she didn't know what kind of peasant woman could have such a face.

"Uncle Nineteen, you came here a little slowly today. We are almost starving to death."

Bian Rui panted and cursed, "It's only the hour, and you're still starving before it's eleven and half past. Are you reincarnated by a starving ghost?"

"Uncle, do you want to dig down here?" A boy sitting on the excavator shouted at Bian Rui.

Bian Rui got off the tricycle and walked forward two steps to look at the place where the boy was digging. He found that the mud in the pond had changed color. The mud that was originally close to dark gray was gone, revealing the mud below. The mud below was gradually gray and slightly yellow.

"Just dig here now. Don't dig deeper, clear all the mud in the pond to the same color, and then I will tell you how to dig it," said Bian Rui.

After ten days, with three excavators and extremely wasteful round wood with bowl-smalled wood, we can tie the mud cutters that can work on the mud. Today, we can finally see the hope that the top layer of mud will be cleared.

Originally, Bian Rui thought it would be almost done in a few days, but who thought that the rotten mud house in the pond was much thicker than Bian Rui thought. Now the nutrient-rich mud layer has been laid with more than twenty acres of dry land and vegetable gardens, and all the fertility used has been appreciated.

This is also easy to understand. I don’t know how many years the rotten leaves, dead fish, shrimp and so on the upper reaches of the stream were brought to the pond by the stream water. After the precipitation of the pond, the clear water penetrated downstream and underground, but the nutrients slowly accumulated over time. How could such slurry nutrients be low? It is estimated that ordinary farm fertilizers cannot match these slurry.

"Just dig this mud? Don't dig deeper anymore? I think the mud is still a little dirty. Uncle Nineteenth, if you go deeper, you will get the oily mud."

"What do I want oil sludge? That thing is a hairy eel. You kid want to dig oil sludge for me. I won't give you a portion of money, and I will beat you in front of your father. If you don't work well, you will just cause trouble for your 19th uncle." Bian Rui smiled and scolded.

"Hehe, hehe!"

The kid was not angry either, and touched his head and smirked.

"I said, "Uncle Nineteen, can you succeed? My third uncle's family raises eels, and they don't do that." Another boy was a little suspicious that Bian Rui's method of raising eels was inappropriate.

"Don't worry, when I get it done here, your third uncle may have to come to learn from the scriptures," said Bian Rui.

Yan Lan urged at this time: "Come here to have dinner quickly. I was just shouting that I was hungry, why didn't I be hungry and brag now?"

Hearing Yan Lan say this, a group of children jogged towards the tricycle with laughter, each holding their own tableware and starting to line up for dinner.

Neither Bian Rui nor Yan Lan made food for the children, but the children made it themselves. The children did not snatch the food. Whatever the food in front was like and what was the one behind it. One small spoonful of each dish, and then I got it after I finished eating it.

Bian Rui cannot be so stingy that his children cannot eat enough. There are vegetables left every day, but there is no need to worry about the remaining vegetables, such as the big ashes, small flowers, and two bears at home, which are also bottomless pits. Nevertheless, the dishes of Bian Rui's family are actually left over one day.

After these children had dinner, Bian Rui and Yan Lan returned to the yard and started eating with the cold food.

This is how Bian Rui and Yan Lan come here every day. As long as it is not during class time, Yan Lan will come to Bian Rui to help.
Chapter completed!