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Chapter 244: Ah Biao, I'm Not Bragging, But the Girls in Our Village Are All Gorgeous!
Chapter 244: Ah Biao, I’m Not Bragging, But the Girls in Our Village Are All Gorgeous!
Afternoon.
Deng Shirong prepared a simple dish of braised pork belly with pickled vegetables, a dish that goes well with rice, porridge, and even a glass of wine.
Speaking of this dish, one can't help but mention the pickled vegetables.
Pickled vegetables are found all over the country, but the methods and types of vegetables used vary, resulting in vastly different flavors.
Deng Shirong himself had tried many kinds of pickled vegetables, but the best he had ever tasted were the ones made locally.
In the Shuangwang region, in this era, they use large leafy vegetables to make pickled vegetables. In later times, they switch to using mustard greens.
However, the method of making them remains the same.
First, when selecting the vegetables, one must choose the older, more mature ones, as they yield a more sour pickled vegetable.
After washing the vegetables, they are dried in the sun until they wilt. Then, they are cut, sprinkled with coarse salt, and packed into jars or other containers.
After a period of fermentation, the vegetables are taken out, and the excess water is pressed out using a stone. They are then repacked into jars, and the finished product is ready.
The resulting pickled vegetables are exceptionally sour, and when used to braise pork belly, they add a tangy and aromatic flavor that truly whets the appetite.
At the moment, his niece, her husband, and his youngest son, Deng Yunheng, were all praising the dish.
As for Deng Yunzhu, Deng Yunsong, and Deng Yunhua, they were all attending Shuangwang Junior High School.
Among the three siblings, Deng Yunsong was currently in the third year of junior high. Although Deng Yunzhu, his older sister, was two years older than him, she had dropped out of school after finishing elementary school. Later, she was persuaded by her father to return to school, but her studies had already fallen behind her brother's. She was now in the second year of junior high.
Deng Yunhua, on the other hand, was in the first year of junior high.
During the meal, Deng Shirong asked, "Dafang, have you heard about Zhongshi's plan to take out a loan to buy a truck for transportation?"
Bu Dafang's face was full of surprise. "Zhongshi is going to take out a loan to buy a truck for transportation? How dare he be so bold?"
Jiang Dehu was equally shocked. He knew his brother-in-law wasn't an easy person to deal with, having been a troublemaker since childhood and often getting into fights in the village. But the idea of him taking out a loan to buy a truck for transportation was still unexpected.
Deng Shirong sighed. "I suggested this path to him, but I actually gave him several options. He chose this one, and I can't help but wonder if it will turn out well or not."
Hearing this, Bu Dafang and Jiang Dehu both understood. If this was a path suggested by their uncle, it made sense.
Bu Dafang asked, "Uncle, when you say you don't know if the result will be good or bad, what do you mean?"
Deng Shirong explained the dangers of transportation. "Running a transportation business can certainly bring in a lot of money, but there's always the risk of encountering highway bandits. If something goes wrong, it's not just about losing money. I don't know how I would explain it to your parents if something happens."
He was genuinely worried. After all, this era was unpredictable.
He still vividly remembered a case that occurred in their Bangjie team in his previous life. A middle-aged man who ran a motorcycle taxi service picked up a young passenger. When they reached a desolate area in Bangjie, the passenger pulled out a dagger and attempted a robbery.
If the motorcycle driver had cooperated without resistance, he might have only lost some money.
But it was the early 1990s, and motorcycles were very valuable. The driver couldn't bear to let his motorcycle be stolen, so he fought back.
As a result, he lost his life.
It was a matter of life and death, and the incident caused a huge stir in Bangjie. Many people went to see the crime scene, and Deng Shirong was one of them. The sight of the driver lying in a pool of blood was a tragic scene that he would never forget.
Deng Shirong was afraid that his nephew might encounter such a desperate criminal. If it was just a matter of stealing money, it would be one thing, but if it was someone who didn't value human life, it could be fatal.
Bu Dafang was also a bit worried, but having never left the Shuangwang region, she had limited knowledge of the outside world. She tried to reassure her uncle.
After saying what needed to be said, Deng Shirong realized that worrying wouldn't help. He continued, "Xiaoshi will stay home and work with your parents to lease the village's hills for growing sugarcane. Dashi is doing well in the county. I want to ask you two if you have any plans of your own."
Bu Dafang and Jiang Dehu exchanged a glance, a bit worried. "Uncle, you don't want us to help you manage the orchard anymore?"
Deng Shirong shook his head and smiled. "Of course not. It's just that helping me manage the orchard only earns you a few dozen yuan a month. If you do something on your own, you might earn more. I just wanted to ask what you think."
Bu Dafang sighed in relief. "I thought you didn't want us to help anymore. I think it's fine. We two earn sixty yuan a month, which is already a high wage. There aren't many people in the village who can match us."
Jiang Dehu also nodded. "That's right, Uncle. We don't have any special skills, nor do we have the business acumen to run a shop. We certainly don't have the courage to venture out like Shi. It's best for us to help you manage the orchard honestly."
Everyone has their own aspirations, and Deng Shirong didn’t force them. If they wanted to do something on their own, he would certainly help them find a path. But since they were content and willing to help him manage the orchard, there was no need to push them.
After all, they were his niece and her husband. As long as they worked diligently, he wouldn’t treat them poorly.
"Alright, if you think this is good, then stay and work for me. I’ll give you a big red envelope at the end of the year."
"Thank you, Uncle!"
"Thank you, Uncle!"
...
Over the next few days, Deng Shirong rode his bicycle around the surrounding villages. In each village, he chatted with the gossipy aunts and grannies, asking about unmarried girls who were both kind and good-looking.
Since he had promised to help his nephew find a suitable partner this year, he was determined to follow through.
After all, his nephew was already 23 years old. For people from the future, this age was that of a fresh-faced college student. But in this era, most people who had finished school were already married.
His nephew was starting to fall into the category of an "old bachelor."
He searched several villages but couldn’t find a girl who was unanimously praised by the village’s aunts and grannies.
However, Deng Shirong wasn’t in a rush. After experiencing the events of his previous life, he deeply understood that forcing two people with incompatible values together would not only affect them but also the entire family.
So, he had to find the right match.
One day, Deng Shirong rode his bicycle to Taiping Slope Village in Naping Brigade.
Naping Brigade, in the future, would become an administrative village under Shuangwang Town. However, Shuangwang hadn’t yet separated from Songshan, so Naping Brigade was still under the jurisdiction of Songshan Commune. It was located roughly between Songshan Street and Shuangwang Street.
In the natural villages of Bobai, most people in the same village shared the same surname, and even when considering the entire brigade, one surname usually dominated.
For example, Bangjie Brigade was primarily made up of the Deng surname.
Naping Brigade, on the other hand, was dominated by the Liu surname.
"Woof woof woof!"
As Deng Shirong rode his bicycle to the entrance of Taiping Slope Village, two dogs suddenly appeared and started barking fiercely at him, as if they were about to pounce and bite.
If someone from the future saw this, they might have been scared stiff.
But Deng Shirong had lived in the countryside for eight or nine decades and had dealt with many such village dogs. He wasn’t afraid of these animals.
Dogs were known to bully the weak and fear the strong. The more you showed fear, the more aggressive they became. If you stood your ground and shouted at them, or picked up a stone or stick to threaten them, they would most likely run away.
Of course, this only worked if the dogs weren’t rabid and if you didn’t invade their territory.
However, since there were people nearby, Deng Shirong didn’t resort to this method. After all, it was better to let the owner handle the situation.
And as expected, the two dogs stopped barking and left after being scolded by a woman who appeared from nearby.
The woman, about fifty years old, walked over and asked, "Ah Biao, who are you looking for?"
Deng Shirong leaned his bicycle against a post and smiled. "I’m not looking for anyone. I have a good match in mind and wanted to come to your village to see if there’s a suitable girl. I’d like to help them get together."
The woman’s eyes lit up. "Ah Biao, you’re here to play matchmaker? You’ve come to the right place. I’m not bragging, but the girls in our village are all very pretty! Come, sit down and have a smoke. I’ll tell you all about them."
Deng Shirong had been to several villages over the past few days, and it was rare to encounter such a warm and welcoming person. He was interested in chatting with her, so he nodded and pushed his bicycle over to a mud-brick house with white-washed walls.
After parking his bicycle, the woman handed him a smoking pipe.
Deng Shirong didn’t hesitate, took the pipe, and sat down on a stool. He then skillfully took out some tobacco and a match, and began to smoke.
(End of Chapter)
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