Shanwa Small Rich Farmers

  Leaving a group of people to continue watching, Wen Xu, Wen Shida, and Mr. Shi returned to the village together.

On the way, Wen Shida began to complain to Wen Xu, complaining that his new daughter didn't like going to school a little bit, and that she came to the bottom of the school's preliminary examination, so she dragged Wen Xu to talk about how she was a father distress.

  Wen Xu listened to him for a while, and asked with a smile: "I guess this is happiness trouble for you?"

I know Wen Shida too well, and now this third elder brother of Wen Xu really regards Wen Shengnan as his own daughter, and he is also the kind of father who is like a slave to a daughter. From now on, I start to worry about whether she will choose to be close to home when she goes to university. Yes, I don't know what to do to listen to the warmth.

   "You used to study so well, take the time to pass on the method to my daughter, our Sheng Nan is so smart!" Wen Shida said.

Wen Xu replied directly: "Everyone is different in learning methods. If they are all the same, you can get good grades in the test according to any method. This sounds like an advertisement for a training class, which is not credible. Learning this Things vary from person to person, just like Confucius said that there are no distinctions in teaching, and there are specializations in art, and my method is not suitable for Katsuo, she used to belong to the hardworking type, but I am the comprehending type!"

   "You turned her into a comprehensible type?"

  In Wen Shida's eyes, this is very simple, but in Wen Xu's view, it is simply impossible. Some people say that they are born equal, how is it possible? Taking intelligence as an example can refute this statement. Why is it that some people are born fools, and some people are born with an IQ of 160?

In the past, Wen Shengnan's grades were above average and he relied on dead learning. Now that he has a lively personality and has a few good friends, he probably cares a lot less about books, which are boring friends. .

   Again, Wen Shengnan is not good at studying the art of taking exams, and Wen Xu's method is not suitable for her.

   The two of them walked and chatted all the way, but they didn't notice that the old man next to him listened with a satisfied face.

It’s not that Mr. Shi likes to hear other people’s children fail in exams, but that Mr. Shi thinks it’s very lively and much more lively than his original big yard. Although there are many flowers, birds, fish and insects in the yard, it’s because he wants to Yes, as long as someone outside hears the news, someone will prepare it for him and send it over immediately.

  But these flowers, birds, fish and insects do not have the current sense of life. Complaints, complaints, all kinds of ups and downs are intertwined.

   "Old man, have breakfast at my house, let's start shopping again, okay?" Wen Xu sent Wen Shida away at the door, and turned to ask the old man beside him.

  The old man nodded and said: "Okay, do as you say!"

   At this time, the middle-aged man who had been standing behind the old man suddenly spoke: "Our old man has many taboos, such as eating less sugar, less meat, and some...".

"It's okay. I just make vegetarian wontons here. There is only a little bit of meat, and we don't put pork or mutton. What we put in is venison, and there is no fat!" Wen Xu smiled and complied with the middle-aged secretary's request. In Wen Xu's opinion, this is also a hard-working secretary, which is rare.

So the old man and his party were invited into the house, and Wen Xu began to roll out the wrappers to make wontons. The fillings were wild bamboo shoots, straight grass eggs, fresh leeks, and finally a little bit of raw venison, venison Chop it up, then use a stick to mash it by hand, then mix it with minced leeks, mix it with small bamboo shoots, and serve it with fried eggs. This is a big wonton filled with warm three delicacies.

   "You cook this food carefully, and you really don't have such skill in ordinary life!" Mr. Shi couldn't help but praised the stuffing when he smelled it.

   "The main thing is time. I have more time than others here. If it's work, no one can do this. If you spend a few hours a day before eating, then people's lives will not be over." Wen Wen said with a smile.

   "What's stewed in this pot?" The old man saw that there was a large insulated bucket next to Wen Xu's kitchen, and couldn't help but want to reach out and open it to have a look.

   "Stewed soup!" Wen Xu said to the old man.

  The old man lifted the lid, and immediately felt a strange fragrance wafting into his nose, and took a few more breaths: "What kind of meat soup is this?"

"This is a large pork bone soup. New ones are added every day, and old ones are taken out every day. This soup has been boiled for four or five days. If you're a little lazy, just cook some rice, just a few bowls of soup!" Wen Xu said.

Wen Xu didn't tell the old man that apart from being drunk by people, the biggest use of this soup is to prepare the mouths in the courtyard. It is impossible for Wen Xu to grill, fry and boil these things every day. You must know that these guys gather together Together, I have more meals than people, so under the advice of Shi Shangzhen, I made such a thing. If you want to be lazy someday, you can directly cook rice in a pot, or use someone’s steamed buns, and use soup to make it Soak it, and you can deal with it for a meal. The little guys in the yard love to eat, so it's easy for Wen Xu.

   "Fragrant, fragrant!"

  The old man said twice.

  "Boss, if you eat this soup again, you will only be able to eat unsalted and tasteless vegetarian dishes at noon and evening today." The voice of the middle-aged man sounded again without losing the opportunity.

   Now Wen Xu finally understands why Wen Guangdao said yesterday that the old man's life is miserable, but now it's really miserable. Drink more wonton broth and look at the remaining two meals today.

   Seeing this situation, Wen Xu said: "Sir, you should listen to what the doctor says, but you can't be so dogmatic, right?"

   "The doctor didn't listen to what he said, did you take the responsibility for what happened?" the middle-aged man looked at Wen Xu and said.

For the middle-aged man, it is his responsibility and job to protect the chief’s everything. He must strictly implement the doctor’s request, which is not negotiable, because if he follows the doctor’s request, if something goes wrong with the old man, he will It's not a big responsibility, but if you don't follow it, if the old man has a health problem, it's not a responsibility he can bear.

"Doctors are not gods, and they can't be right about everything!" Wen Xu thought that the old man's doctor was at most a private doctor, an expert from a third-class hospital, but he didn't expect that the old man's doctors were of a high standard, far from being comparable to normal doctors of.

So Wen Xu said: "Actually, it doesn't matter how long or how long a person lives. The most important thing is to live happily. If you are in a good mood, you will have fewer diseases. If you are in a bad mood, your body and mind will be depressed. , that is also empty talk."

Seeing that the middle-aged man still wanted to say something, Wen Xu said again: "I don't mean to let the old man eat braised pork all he can at this age, but to increase it in moderation, and our human body also needs balanced nutrition. Can you live to be a hundred years old? Isn’t everyone in the temple full of centenarians? We are omnivores, and we have to eat some internal vegetables. Even if we only eat vegetarian, I don’t think it’s healthy.”

"Yes, what you said is too right. It mainly depends on your mood. If you are in a good mood, you can live an extra two years. If you are in a bad mood, even if you live an extra five years, at my age, it would be better to live an extra two years happily! "Grandpa Shi immediately clapped his hands and laughed loudly.

   "No, this is my task!" The middle-aged man still said seriously.

  Wen Xu saw that this oily person was not soaked in salt, and immediately smiled at the old man: "Mr., I can't help you now, but you are lucky to have such a responsible person by your side!"

   "Oh!" Master Shi sighed upon hearing this.

  The old man knows that they are all for his own good, and he also knows that he should listen to the doctor's advice, and he may live a few more years, but the old man also understands that at his age, he can only listen to his fate. How long you can live depends on God's will. Maybe if I lie down today, I won’t be able to get up again tomorrow morning.

It's not because of anything else, it's because of the age. Even if he is nearly a hundred years old when he dies now, he can still live a long life, let alone at his age, he can still walk around. There is nothing but the deterioration of physical functions. Big problem, all of this has been favored by God.

  To be honest, compared to those comrades who died in their teens and twenties, and even many comrades who have never seen New China, Master Shi feels that he is already extremely happy.

  Zi said: If you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening! The old man felt that he was the same, since he had heard the truth, it didn't matter when he died.

   Waiting for the wontons to be cooked, Wen Xu's side is only responsible for taking the wontons out of the pot, and then adding any soup, side dishes, and so on. The middle-aged secretary handles it, and Wen Xu doesn't even get two meters closer to the old man.

So Wenxu's side is big bone soup and three fresh wontons, and Mr. Shi's bowl is low, boiling water soup, adding a little soy sauce, then adding a little bit of mustard, a spoonful of small shrimp, and finally Sprinkle a little coriander, let alone eat it, even if you sniff it, you will know how big the difference is.

The wonton in the Wenxu bowl smells salty and meaty, the soup in the bowl is milky white, and the soup in Mr. Shi’s bowl smells like soy sauce except for dried shrimp The taste, the same wonton with different soup, can be said to be a world of difference.

   "Master, would you like some sesame oil?"

It's a bit uncomfortable for Wen Xu to see the old man eating, and it's fine if he can't see it, but now he not only sees it but also eats the wontons he made. What is the difference between a bowl of wontons at a street stall, no matter how good the wontons are without the delicate soup, it is because people lack souls.

  So Wen Xu stood up and went to the stove to fill a small half bowl of soup, shielded it with his body and put it into the space, then took a bottle of sesame oil, and walked to the side of the old father and son.

   "My sesame oil is squeezed by myself, it's all natural, and I use black sesame seeds!" Wen Xu poured two drops into his bowl, drank a spoonful of soup, and gestured to the old man.

  The warm sesame oil is produced in space, and the earth will not have such a good sesame oil, unless that person cheats and adds something to the oil.

"Okay, let's have some! It can be considered as a taste." Mr. Shi also thought that it might be better to add some sesame oil, otherwise it tastes bad, and the fragrant rice in Wenxu's bowl kept going. It's too terrible to drill into one's own nose.

  Under the gaze of the middle-aged man, Wen Xu walked up to the old man, took a bottle of sesame oil with both hands and poured two drops into the old man's bowl.

The old man was looking at the bowl intently. Who knew that the soup in his bowl had increased unknowingly, and when he got closer, he could immediately smell the smell of bone marrow, although it was a little weaker. There is still a smell of soy sauce, but it is better than the original soy sauce soup.

   Immediately, the old man knew that it was Wen Xu's fault, but the old man couldn't say anything. After humming a few times, he kept his original calm, eating wontons.

   I used to eat slowly because it was hard to swallow, but now I eat slowly and savor it carefully. There is not even a shrimp left in a bowl of wontons. After putting down the bowl, the bottom of the bowl is clean.

   "Although there is no bone broth as a base, you are a good kid! No wonder..." The old man almost blurted out, saying no wonder my granddaughter likes you.

   Seeing Wen Xu looking at him, the old man waved his hand again and said, "It's okay, it's okay!"

  After thinking for a while, the old man asked again: "Then I want to eat wontons in the future, can I still come?" After speaking, he winked at Wen Xu behind his back to the bodyguard and secretary.

  Wen Xu couldn't understand what he meant, and smiled secretly in his heart, but his face didn't show: "Of course, if you like, you can come here anytime! As long as I have time, it's fine."

  Wen Xu didn't know that this bowl of wontons directly made Mr. Shi fall in love with him!

  Although it is a bit strange to say this, is there such a charm in a bowl of wonton? In fact, to Mr. Shi, this is a bowl of wontons, not a bowl of wontons.

Now the old man thinks that he feels that this child, Wen Nu, is responsible and unruffled, and when his opinion disagrees with others, he doesn't argue too much, and secretly adds soup to his bowl instead of in front of his secretary. face dispute. At this time, people who are arguing are often confident, feel that they are right, and have to persuade others to support their views, but people who do not argue and know how to add soup secretly are more pragmatic and understand the way to get along with others. This is a kind of survival wisdom.

  The old man appreciates Wen He's way of doing things very much. Sometimes in life, it doesn't depend on your loud voice to be right, and you can't solve the problem by arguing, but depends on how you act. The unlucky people in this world are always the kind of boastful people who want to fight with everyone! Because you said what you wanted before you did anything, and everyone knows what you think.

   It is gratifying for such a person to win, but it is troublesome to lose. Those who keep silent are often the ones who have the last laugh. This is the summary of the old man's survival wisdom for so many years.