in2ebook Chapter 137 Chicken Nutrition Recipe
Chapter 137 Chicken Nutrition Recipe
8 o'clock in the morning.
The villagers of Zhuzhu Village returned to normal from last night's excitement.
Children who want to go to school must go to school, those who want to farm must go to farm, those who want to chop wood must go chop wood, and those who want to feed chickens must feed chickens.
Yang Cheng got up at around 8 o'clock. Although she went to bed late last night, she was still very energetic when she got up this morning. She picked up her phone to check the time and found that she had received a message from Zhu Yaotian.
Zhu Yaotian: This morning, all award-winning units are requested to go to the Zhuzhu Village Committee Office to collect their prize money.
Money is distributed! Yeah!
Yang Cheng's program won the third prize and he received 1 yuan in cash.
When Yang Cheng took the 1 yuan back to the chicken farm and put it in front of Yimao and Xingxing, the two men's eyes lit up.
"5 per person, a dozen is 1."
The two men quickly grabbed five handfuls and placed them in front of themselves.
Xingxing opened the five dozen coins, licked the thumb and index finger of one hand a few times with his tongue, and then began to count.
"One, two, three... 1, 2. Yes, five thousand dollars."
He happily put the money into his pocket, but after putting it in, he felt strange. It was a thick stack of money, and his summer shorts could not support the weight at all!
Xingxing's pants are falling down.
He pulled his trouser waist with both hands, with an embarrassed expression on his face, "Boss, I want to go home and leave the money at home..."
"go Go!"
Yang Cheng waved his hand to signal him to go back quickly, "Hold it well, don't drop it, Uncle Yimao, do you want to go back too?"
"No, there's a pocket on my underwear where I can put it. I need to feed the chickens later!"
"Yeah, okay, you have to cover your tights well, I..."
Uncle Yimao fed all the chickens and there was no work to do on the chicken farm. Yang Cheng thought of the "Chicken King Contest".
"I go to the village to pick some vegetable leaves for the chickens to eat, to enrich their nutrition and promote digestion.
It is not good to always feed them with feed. The nutrition is too monotonous, which will cause muscle stiffness, dull fur color and stiff movements. "
This theory is learned from the book "Self-cultivation of a Chicken Farmer".
When Yang Cheng raised chickens in the past, he would feed them vegetable leaves, rice porridge and the like, simply because he wanted to enrich their diet. People would go crazy if they always fed them the same food, let alone chickens?
However, Yang Cheng did not think that eating feed all the time would cause the chickens to have stiff muscles and dull fur.
This is a big problem.
One of the events in the "Chicken King Contest" is a beauty chicken contest, which selects chickens that excel in terms of body shape, height, appearance, mental state, etc.
So it is absolutely not okay to just feed the chickens with feed.
After Yang Cheng came down the mountain, he wandered around the village.
Li Qiang and Ah Dai were still washing things under the big banyan tree, while Zhu Yaotian and several other members of the village committee were picking up trash in the entertainment square...
Yang Cheng approached Zhu Yaotian and watched him pick up the spicy strips packaging and throw it into a bucket on the side.
Zhu Yaotian's hands were covered in red oil.
"Secretary Zhu? Why are you doing the work? Doesn't the village chief hire workers to do it?"
Zhu Yaotian wiped the sweat from his forehead with his red hands, and his forehead turned red in an instant.
"The village chief said we should save some money. The show is over and we have nothing to do for the time being. It would be a waste if we don't use this labor."
"The village chief really knows how to live..."
This square is as big as half a football field. Not only is it large, but the villagers of Zhuzhu Village are big eaters, so there are layers of junk food packaging bags on the ground. From a distance, it looks like a small garbage dump.
It does cost a little money to hire someone to clean the place.
Seeing Yang Cheng wandering around here for a while, Zhu Yaotian looked up and asked her, "Madam Pig Farmer, do you want to come over and help..."
"Ahem... I have something to do so I have to leave first! Um... do you know whose vegetables in the village have too many leaves and don't look good? I need to feed the chickens."
"Over there," Zhu Yaotian pointed to the east entrance of the village, "Lao Zhu's Restaurant. The people from the fish farm are going to have a big meal at noon today, so there must be a lot of rotten vegetable leaves."
"Oh? I'll go take a look."
Yang Cheng followed the direction Zhu Yaotian pointed and walked towards the east entrance of the village.
Before she even entered Boss Zhu's store, she was choked.
"Cough, cough, cough...Ha, ha!"
A pungent smell of chili came, and Yang Cheng sneezed twice, and two bubbles came out of his nose.
"Little brat? Do you have any tissues at home? Sniff, sniff, sniff... Uh, uh, give your sister a pack."
A little girl was squatting at the door. She was Boss Zhu’s granddaughter. She was not old enough to go to kindergarten yet. She was playing with snails on the ground.
She put the two snails in a paper shell, and whenever the snails tried to climb up, she would poke them down with her hand.
After hearing Yang Cheng's words, she looked up and saw a woman with two big bubbles in her nose.
So ugly.
Ugh~
"Auntie, I don't have any tissues at home."
Yang Cheng: ...How rude, little sister.
"I saw it. It's on the table. Can you help me get it? Pretty girl, I'll help you keep an eye on your cow~"
In the thick cooking smoke, Yang Cheng saw a pack of tissues inside.
When the little brat heard what Yang Cheng said, hesitantly stood up and walked into the thick fog. Not afraid of the pungent smell of chili pepper, he lifted his short legs and climbed onto the stool to reach the pack of tissues.
When she handed the tissue to Yang Cheng, she saw the ugly aunt teasing her snail.
She used her hands to hold the two snails down so that their tails were facing each other and their heads were touching each other.
"I'm comparing which of these two bulls is longer."
The little brat looked at her suspiciously.
Yang Cheng took the tissue, pulled out two pieces of paper from it, and wiped his nose twice with "kuchi kuchi", and the snot bubbles were successfully wiped clean.
The thick smoke in the room continued to billow, and in the billowing smoke, Yang Cheng seemed to see a fire in the pot.
What kind of big meal is this fish farm having for lunch? Why is it so irritating?
Yang Cheng simply squatted on the ground and watched the little kid playing with the snail.
Every time the snail crawled 50 centimeters, the kid would pull it back and put it back where it started to let it continue crawling.
I don't know how long the snails crawled back and forth, maybe 3 or 40 times. Finally, they stopped moving and stayed in their shells and wouldn't come out.
"Your snail has run out of mucus and can't move anymore."
"Oh."
The little kid picked up the sleeping snail and threw it into the grass, then dug out two more snails, put them in the box, and continued to watch them crawl.
So cruel.
Yang Cheng was speechless.
Kids nowadays really know how to entertain themselves.
After the little kid played with the snail for half an hour, the thick smoke in Boss Zhu's shop finally faded.
A man wearing an old man's shirt and with sweat all over his body came out with a shovel in his hand.
"Boss Zhu!? Do you have any unwanted vegetable leaves? I'll feed them to my chickens."
"Yes, yes, it's in the backyard. Today, the boss ordered 100 dishes. There are a lot of vegetable leaves. I don't have time. I need to make some cold dishes now."
Boss Zhu said this, walked up to the little kid and shouted at her:
"Niuniu, take this auntie to the backyard."
Niuniu stood up, holding the snail box, and said to Yang Cheng, "Auntie Ugly, come with me."
Yang Cheng: ...Children are so innocent and speak without restraint...