God of Fishing

Of course, the village chief didn't come to see if Han Fei oppressed the people. Han Fei's personality. He had already heard from Wang Jie and the old man Jiang. If he wanted to come, he wouldn't do anything excessive. However, this product is too exaggerated. You are only 12 years old! It's like you're the mayor of the village, going out with over a hundred people.

The mayor shouted Han Fei aside: "Did you really kill Li? ”

Han Fei: “Fortunately. ”

The mayor silenced for a moment: "Go to my place sometime. I think I need to retest your spiritual veins. The last test may have been problematic. ”

Han Fei's eyes turned, okay? I can't upgrade my current spiritual vein. It's good to retest it, right?

Han Fei pretended to be surprised: “Really? Great, Grandpa Murakami, I think I have a problem with my spiritual vein test. Last time I tested, I was still shocking Tang Gong's spiritual level. When I tested, I entered the spiritual energy into the stone and accidentally broke it...”

The mayor's face changed slightly: “Didn't you say so? ”

Han Fei scratched his head: “I didn't know then! I thought just put your hands on it. ”

Mayor: “Go, then come with me to the test. ”

Han Fei: “Wait, Grandpa, this is not so urgent. You see, I'm training the gang now. The Tiger Head gang has just collapsed. The Fish Dragon gang has just emerged. It's called a hundred wastes to come, and I have a lot of things to deal with. ”

“Huh!”

The mayor has a dark face. What do you mean, a lot of things are waiting for you? Just a gang, you know, don't know. I thought you were the mayor.

Mayor: “Then hurry up and find me. I'll wait for you at home. ”

Han Fei: “Oh, come on. ”

……

The village chief was sent away, and Han Fei led more than a hundred people through the shops on the east side of the city. One of the largest shops has been chosen, and it has to add up to almost 500 squares.

Han Fei: “Kong Zi, we rent this shop. ”

Li Gang: "Ah? Young master, the rent for this shop is quite a bit, you get this number a month. ”

Han Fei glanced at one of Li Gang's fingers and wondered: “A hundred medium pearls. ”

Li Gang: "… 10 sheets. ”

Han Fei said, “You're going to die! I thought I needed a hundred. I rented them...”

Li Gang answered, his scalp is numb, he said you don't even know how hard it is to make money! But when I think about it, it seems like I earned 10 medium pearls a day at the peak of my barbecue stall, which doesn't seem like much.

Han Fei: “Bring the paper. ”

Shortly afterwards, Han Fei quickly drew a plan on the paper and handed it to Li Gang: “Give you three days to tidy up this shop... by the way, your BBQ stall let Li Qing do it. ”

Li Gangton's face changed dramatically: “Young master, don't! Isn't that what Gong did? Master, the barbecue stall is my life! ”

“Pfft...”

Han Fei slapped him: “Your life is here! Did you know that this fresh hot pot shop makes ten times more money than a barbecue stall? ”

“Ah, isn't that enough? ”

Li just rubbed his hand, ten times more, how much money does this make? Isn't that an exaggeration?

Suddenly someone shouted, "You don't do what I do, Young Master, I do. ”

Li Gang hurried back and drank with a dark face: “Drive away, I'm the Dragon Gang elder, who are you? ”

Han Fei ignored this, faintly said: “Li Dan, in the future, you have to walk around the chess room and the fresh hot pot shop more to see if there are any trouble, you and Gangzi get half a profit each. ”

Li Gang: “Okay! Li... Li Gunbao... Guaranteed... done...”

Han Fei covered his head: "Forget it, stop it, I know you can do the job. ”

……

Evening.

Plantation.

Han Fei came with barbecue and wine and saw the old man Jiang roaming around the vinegar tank.

Han Fei: “Old man, I'm back. ”

Old man Jiang hasn't answered. He just lightly “um” said: “This vinegar smells stronger and stronger now. You give the whole drunken shrimp to me tonight, I'll drink two bites. ”

Han Fei: “Okay, where's my little sister? ”

Old Jiang: “I haven't come back yet. ”

Han Fei's eyes turned: “Sir, can I give you a whole few hard dishes at night? ”

The old man just turned his head around and said, "Hard dishes? How hard my teeth are, I don't have a good mouth, I need to be soft. ”

Han Fei: “…”

At night, just after Jiang Qin came back from work, she smelled a strange scent. She suddenly had a big appetite. She knew that Han Fei was back.

When Jiang Qin came in, he found that there were already five dishes on the table and there seemed to be another dish in the pan. From time to time, old man Jiang is carrying a drunk shrimp from the plate into his mouth like a thief.

Jiang Qin couldn't cry: “Grandpa, have you washed your hands? ”

Old Jiang: “My hands are clean, look...”

But I saw old man Jiang grab a bunch of water from the void species and throw his hand inside. I couldn't help but envy Han Fei. This move is too 666. I must ignore the old man to teach myself.

Old man Jiang: "Han Boy, are you ready for your hardware? ”

Jiang Qin: "Hard dishes? ”

Old man Jiang looked suspicious: “I don't know, he said it was hard. ”

Han Fei: “Coming. ”

Han Fei first brought a fire basin shelf and put the large pot on the fire basin shelf: “Who opens it?"

Old man Jiang opened the pot directly, who opened it.

When the lid was opened, the old man was obsessed with it. This smell, this is amazing. Is the smell so tempting? Unlike barbecue, it doesn't taste any worse than barbecue.

Jiang Qin also swallowed a mouthful of spit: “Is this fish? ”

Han Fei laughed: "To be precise, it's a fresh hot pot of big yellow fish. ”

“Hot pot? ”

Granny Jiang pointed to the fire basin shelf and said: "Is that a pot on the fire basin? ”

Han Fei: “Ah! Yes, it's served with a hot pot. ”

Old Jiang: “This dish is not hard! You introduce. ”

Han Fei: “Cough, then you two listen up. In this hot pot, I added 7 kinds of spicy fruit seasoning, 12 kinds of spicy fruit ingredients, and boiled for half an hour. ”

Han Fei introduced the other dishes by the way: “These are small dishes, sour and spicy potato silk. ”

Old Jiang: “This is yellow balls. ”

Han Fei: “Tell the potatoes to listen to me first. ”

The old man talked.

Han Fei: “This is a dragon cucumber. ”

Old Jiang: “This is a long green melon. ”

Han Fei said, “I know, tell the cucumber to listen, don't interrupt, okay? ”

Jiang Qin rubbed his head. Can't these two live babies eat fast?

Han Fei: “You've eaten drunk shrimp, this dish is pepper sugar vinegar peanuts, served wine... this dish is even worse, golden shrimp balls, spilled fresh shrimp, to muscle meat, wrapped in bean paste, rolled again in the oil pan, golden yellow on the outside, crispy on the entrance, spilled shrimp juice, scented mouth... OK, ready to eat. ”

Han Fei's introduction to the old man Jiang and Jiang Qin drool are falling off, how can there be so many adjectives! I can't stand it.

The three of them immediately moved the chopsticks, all went to clamp the big yellow fish in the hot pot, a bite in the stomach, the old man and Jiang Qin both eyes lit up.

Old man: “There's a bit of mushroom freshness and the smoothness of the sweet grass. Eh, there's also a little bit of seven-leaf flower sweetness. Shh...”

Jiangqin's second chopsticks clamped the golden silk shrimp ball, one entrance, that kind of crispness, that kind of feeling of bursting in the mouth, it felt like it was going to fly away.

This evening, the old man drank half a pot of wine and almost all the hard food was eaten by him.

With plenty of wine and food, Han Fei caught up with the old man: “Old man. ”

Old Jiang: “Hmm? What's the matter? ”

Han Fei: “After all, you've been in Tianshui Village for so long, have you ever thought about making a little contribution to the people? ”

Granny Jiang: "It's not like you have no hands or feet. Go fishing yourself! ”

Han Fei: “It's not this kind of contribution, fishing can only make people survive, but food can make people pursue more, enjoy more, relax more, have more fun... do you always watch ordinary fishermen come home early and late every day, day after day of fishing, individuals get tired and tired! ”

Old Jiang: “It seems to make sense. What does that matter to me? ”

Han Fei chuckled: “My lord, many spiritual fruits on our plantation can't be eaten at all, and then they rot in the earth by themselves. This is a bit of a waste of roar... I think rather than waste them, so as to let people know that you also miss contributing to the people, right? ”

Jiang Qin feels like she can't listen anymore. God knows where Han Fei is from. Anyway, she already knows the result. It looks like this garden has become easy for the owners!

Jiang Qin shook his head from time to time and asked you to let this guy in. Look, it's only been a few days. Is this your garden or his garden?