Tazhai

There are two hundred tables placed in the square in front of the ancestral hall.

Uncle Hui is the head of the Sanfangfang, one of the three giants in Tazhai. His identity is there. No matter how simple the funeral is, the person who should be invited must not be ignored.

Once you give me a message, there will be more people.

There are 3,000 households in Tazhai, with a population of more than 20,000, and more than 300 people per ten family.

Thinking of it with your toes, it is impossible that only one ten households can come. There are eight hundred households in three bedrooms alone. Who hasn’t received the favor of Uncle Hui?

I just haven't received the funeral of my ex-san's house. How can you, as a member of the tribe, not come to you?

So after a brief calculation, Lin Yao and Aunt Hui discussed it and set a two hundred tables to take a look.

There are only eight people at a table, and there are many people to change it to twelve.

After two hundred tables, up to 2,400 people can sit down, which is almost one-tenth of the total population of Tazhai. According to this specification, it should be enough.

"Are you ready for cigarettes, alcohol, etc?"

Walking in the square, Lin Yao asked Cai Jun who was following him.

Cai Jun is Uncle Hui's son-in-law and the organizer of this funeral. Aunt Hui is old after all, so many things are not easy to bother her.

"One table, two boxes of beer, two bottles of white wine, two boxes of cigarettes, and melon seeds and candy cubes." Cai Jun said afterwards.

Lin Yao nodded and asked again: "How are the dishes prepared?"

Cai Jun replied: "The meal started on time at 12 noon. For the past few days of flowing mats, the chefs from the surrounding villages were invited. There were more than a dozen live sheep they bought, and five pigs were bought. Early, midday, evening, and three days of flowing mats, and everyone had food to eat."

"Others, our Tazhai belongs to the coast. Seafood and other things are too common for us. I prepared a grouper on each table and a plate of sea crabs, and I didn't do anything else."

"The dishes are mainly Cantonese and Hakka dishes. Each table contains sixteen dishes, including chicken, duck, fish, roast goose, suckling pig, crab, plus a pot of eight-treasure chicken soup. The ingredients are extremely exquisite. If you put them in a restaurant, you will definitely not be able to get them without three to five thousand, and you will not lose face to Uncle Hui."

Cantonese cuisine emphasizes exquisiteness, while Hakka cuisine emphasizes authenticity, which takes time to make.

Tazhai is not an ordinary place. Everyone is tired of eating ordinary food. If everyone wants to eat well, they must work hard on the ingredients.

Those who can be wild must be wild, and those who can be free-range cannot be raised domestically.

Such foods are not as good as high-end restaurants, but ordinary restaurants will not be bad.

"Brother Yao!"

Lin Yao walked towards the ancestral hall, preparing to go to the ancestral hall to burn incense and worship Uncle Hui's body.

As soon as he walked to the door, a group of half-boys took the initiative to say hello to him.

I looked up and saw that there were all teenagers of fifteen or sixteen or seventeen.

"I haven't even attended school today?"

Lin Yao stopped and asked the group of young people.

Everyone looked at each other. After a while, a young man with yellow hair dyed and tattooed on his arms said, "Brother Yao, we can't study, we won't go to school this time. What can we do with you?"

"How old are you, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, or seventeen?" Lin Yao walked up, looked at a child with a young face, pretending to be a little adult, and asked, "How old are you? Are you fifteen years old?"

"Brother Yao, I'm about to be fifteen."

The boy was a little nervous, and stood straight in front of him with his hands behind his back, like a bad boy scolded by a teacher.

"fifteen?"

Lin Yao sucked his teeth and said, "Do you have two or three years old?"

"The second grade of junior high school is wrong. It's the third grade of junior high school. We should go to the third grade of junior high school when we start school, but I didn't go to school." After the boy answered, he looked at him again.

well!!

Lin Yao sighed. The money from Tazhai was too easy to come by and there was no requirement for education.

This way of making quick money has made the young generation in Tazhai lack the desire for knowledge. There are many young people who don’t study until they are 15 or 16, and want to make a lot of money.

Their parents did not object, because in their opinion, it was enough to make money. Studying is not just for making money. Since you can make money earlier, what else can you do in school?

In this way, how can I read the book?

After all, there are hundreds of 15 or 16-year-old teenagers who drop out of school around Tazhai every summer vacation.

With more, there are hundreds of people a year.

On average, the educational level of Tazhai is only about junior high school, and the proportion of young people who have been to high school is less than one-twentieth, and very few have been to college.

In Lin Yao's generation, he and Lin Jingwen have studied in college, but Lin Lan has not. She graduated from a technical secondary school.

Lin Can and Lin Shengwu were even worse. One was in the third grade of junior high school, and the other was in the first grade of junior high school, and he was not illiterate.

"Brother Yao, let's follow you. We are all children from the third house and want to make a lot of money with you."

The eyes of these teenagers were filled with fantasies about the future.

In their opinion, following Lin Yao must be popular and spicy. If you have the chance in the future, you will be able to turn from a young pony into a big pony or become a leader in charge, and this life will be enough.

"You always say you want to follow me, then I'll ask you, what can you do with me?"

Lin Yao looked at the group of people with helplessness: "You are the time when you should be carefree, and school is your destination. Have you ever thought about it? Follow me and you may kill people, or die, and a bad life will be gone."

"We have thought about it, we are not afraid." A young man who was only fifteen or sixteen looked at Lin Yao with admiration: "My father said that wealth is in his hands. As long as he dares to work hard, he can do something sooner or later. Only cowards will wait for death peacefully."

"Brother Yao, just accept us. We are all willing. I have used my hunting rifle. We can do things that adults can do. As long as you say a name, we will go and collapse him in the afternoon. We are not afraid of being discovered. We are underage."

"Brother Yao, we all listen to you. We will do whatever you ask us to do. You can accept us."

A group of teenagers were talking, and some words made Lin Yao's scalp numb.

This is still a group of half-aged children. I really don’t know how their parents teach them on weekdays.

It seems that they were waiting for him at the entrance of the ancestral hall, not by accident, but by guarding him here.

Lin Yao didn't know how to speak, what was he doing when he was fifteen or sixteen, and what were these teenagers doing.

It is said that a dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and the mouse’s son can dig holes.

The big tree in Tazhai has grown crooked, and the problem is even more serious than he thought.

Even if the poison from Tazhai is wiped out after the icebreaking operation is over, these teenagers will be a big problem.

Can you expect them to earn a few thousand yuan in salary in the factory?

It’s unrealistic. They have the idea of ​​making a fortune now. How can they be satisfied with 996 in the future?

If they cannot guide them correctly, these children will still harm society in the future. For nothing else, they can say that they are still ignorant of today.

Lin Yao suspected that if he really said a name, these children would really do it.

There is tension, seriousness, tenderness, ups and downs in their eyes, but they are not afraid.

"You will regret it. Now it is not the world of illiterateness, and our industry is no exception."

"In Hong Kong Island, many people speak English. You don't know how to speak English, so how can you negotiate with the people there?"

"Not to say European, English, French, German, Italian, you can't even get out of both foreign languages."

"I'm happy and agree with you if you want to follow me."

"But it's not now. What I need now is people who can speak English proficiently. Then, let alone Brother Yao doesn't give you a chance."

"Let's do this, the village patrol team is expanding recruitment. You can sign up first and experience it. I will invite you to come back from the English teacher. When you can speak English, I will transfer you to me."

Lin Yao adopted the decision to procrastinate. He could not instruct these half-aged children to do anything, nor could he let them go.

Otherwise, if they fall into society, they will definitely not be able to go the right path, and it will be too late to regret it at that time.

Drag for a while.

After a few months, the dust must have been settled here.

At that time, please ask a psychologist to provide some guidance and care, and dispel their random thoughts and maybe you can send them back to school.

At the worst, we should not let these half-grown children talk about murder.
Chapter completed!