Chapter 368: The fate is ill-fated

"Brother Sanpao, when will I accompany me to the mountain? I will go to the original Mu Lengzi." After returning to the house, this was the first sentence of Old Man Wu.

"Okay--" Qiqi was the first to jump up: "Grandpa Wu, I'll follow you--" Qiqi met Weiwei for the first time there, and she liked the wooden house in the old forest the most.

Wang Sanpao also nodded: "Brother Wu, just tell me when to go."

"Of course, the faster the better!" Old Man Wu said seriously.

The fat man coughed lightly: "Let's wait a few days, I'm still a honeymoon now."

"If you are missing, you won't make a trough cake!" Old Man Wu and Wang Sanpao spoke in unison, and then laughed together.

"I can't do this." The fat man muttered, and then went to the outhouse to prepare food. In the winter, it's best to use the shabu shabu.

"Uncle San, stop talking, cut meat slices." The fat man shouted, and Wang Sanpao ran over happily, sharpened the kitchen knife for a while, and then started cutting mutton.

The mutton was bought from the market a long time ago and cut it while it was frozen. The fat man also called the old medicine and prepared the base material.

Captain Li showed a large copper basin, which was also considered a meritorious minister, so he naturally occupied a place. The boss of the car ran around for the fat man's lifelong affairs, and his voice almost became hoarse, and he was also working hard and making great contributions. Not to mention, Old Wu sat next to the stove early and waited, and chatted with the old revolutionary while eating melon seeds, but he was not idle anyway.

The fat man prepared all the things. When he entered the house, he found that there were too many people. He had no choice but to put another table on the kang, and the big braid led Qiqi and the others to eat on the kang. The guards brought by Old Man Wu also sat on the edge of the kang. He sucked the cooked things into the plate and took them over.

Everyone else surrounded the stove, and added wood to the stove, and mooed. Everyone quickly threw their shirts and wore small vests.

Of course, I have to drink white wine when eating hot pot. The fat man poured a jar for everyone, and then saw that flowers began to turn into the copper basin, so I put the meat in it first.

The pork belly was first served, and some oil and water were added. The soup was made with Feilong. When the fat man was doing business, Wang Sanpao got more than ten pieces, but it was useless at that time.

Old Man Wu also took off his military uniform, wore only a white vest, picked up a chopstick of shredded ginger in a big bowl, and then scooped some hot soup from the pot with a spoon and poured it into it, and started to drink it squeak.

It is cold in winter, and drinking this is the best way to keep it cold. If you have a mild cold and fever, drink two bowls of soup and sweat all over, keep it tomorrow.

"Brother Wu, why are you getting thinner and thinner?" Wang Sanpao looked at the bony bones of Old Man Wu and couldn't help but mutter.

"It's okay, I'm free after retirement, so don't worry anymore. When the fat man is well recuperating, he will get fat soon." Old Wu had experience in this area, so he taught him to Old Wu.

Old Man Wu chuckled twice, then took a large piece of meat, dipped it in the plate with sesame paste and fermented bean curd, and stuffed it into his mouth: "Well, this taste is still the right thing, come and drink—"

Everyone picked up the wine glasses and was about to touch them, but they saw the guards on the edge of the kang saluted Old Man Wu: "Chief, this wine--"

Old Man Wu's eyes stood up at that time: "Eat yours!"

The guard had to sit back on the kang, and squeezed a few pieces of meat into the plate and stuffed it into his mouth. It seemed that he was resolutely implementing Old Man Wu's orders.

The fat man was careless on the surface, but in fact he was the most thoughtful. An ominous sign appeared in his mind: "Old Man Wu is not sick, right?"

Thinking of this, sweat beads immediately flowed down the fat man's forehead: If he had a small illness, with his current status, it would definitely be cured. He came to Koshantun at this time and could not leave, would he have suffered an incurable disease?

"Maomao, bring me the towel." The fat man shouted, and Maomao jumped off the kang, pulled a towel and handed it to him.

"Look at your promising prospects, I work harder than anyone else when I see it!" Old Wu looked at the fat man with a smile. The fat man was too lazy to argue with him, thinking in his heart how to ask the truth.

His eyes rolled and he came, he picked up the bottle of wine and poured a large glass of wine for the guard: "Comrade, don't be polite at this point, you should be like at home, come and have a sip."

But the guard refused to drink, but the old man Wu ordered: "If you ask you to drink, I don't need protection here."

The fat man worked back and forth several times, pouring mutton slices, fungus, mushrooms, wild vegetables and so on. He also clinked glasses with the guards for four or five times, and saw the bottom of a glass of wine, so he poured another glass for him.

Hotpot should be the most lively way to eat it, especially in the northeast. In winter, it is cold outside and cold weather. When you set up a hotpot in the house, you feel warm before you can eat it.

Looking at the heat dissipating from the copper basin, everyone said it was hot and what they said was hot. This was what they meant to eat.

After the guards finished the first cup, their faces were slightly red. When the second cup was finished, their faces began to turn white, and then they hurriedly ran out.

"Fatty, I can't drink much, why are you still keep drinking? Go out and have a look." Wang Sanpao couldn't help but complain. Judging from the guard's posture, he must have gone out to vomit.

Without his instructions, the fat man would definitely go out, so he was waiting for this opportunity. When he came outside, he saw the guard bent down at the base of the stick and kept retching.

After hitting his back a few times, the fat man said to himself: "Brother, I'll tell you to suffer. Anyway, I'll have a long life in the future. Wait until my brother slowly compensates you - what, I think you should practice your alcohol tolerance."

"Wow—" The guard finally squirted, immediately straightened his waist, took out his handkerchief to wipe his mouth. The fat man laughed twice: "Brother, come into the house to eat some frozen pears later, that thing to relieve alcohol - by the way, Uncle Wu's illness is not important, right?"

The fat man first diverted the guard's attention, then slapped the cold and asked, if ordinary people were not paying attention, they would definitely tell the truth.

However, the guard was obviously not an ordinary person. Although he was asked to drink as soon as he was ordered by the chief, he was obviously very clear-headed. After hearing what the fat man said, he immediately asked back: "What are the diseases of the chief?"

"Hehe, Uncle Wu used to have an old problem of back pain. I don't know if the skin I brought last time works?" The fat man couldn't determine whether the guard was true or not, so he could only cover it up first.

After entering the house, the fat man stopped pouring the other person. He knew that even if he drank him down, he would probably not be able to take out anything useful from his mouth. The soldiers' mouth was more strict than anything else.

It is also a good choice to bring a small pot of sauerkraut from the outer room and boil it into the hot pot to relieve greasyness. However, you must wait until the end, otherwise the taste of sauerkraut will affect everything else and you won’t be able to taste the original taste.

Finally, I used the hot pot soup to make some noodles, and the stomach was full. Everyone quarreled and ate very well. After putting the chopsticks, Old Man Wu also took advantage of the wine to enjoy the fun and looked at the cards with the old revolutionary, Old Wu and the others. The fat man saw him sitting cross-legged on the kang, swinging his arms and throwing cards hard. He was full of energy, just like a real farmer, and he couldn't help but relax: Maybe, the old man is really retired.

The next morning, the fat man and Dabizi packed up their things and prepared to go back to the door. According to local rules, they had to go to their father-in-law's house on the third day after marriage, which is called returning to the door.

There are also some specialties when going back to the door. If the sun goes out and the sun sets, if the road is far away, you have to stay for three days before coming back. The fat man had something to do in his mind, so he decided to drive the little jeep from Old Man Wu.

The car was driven by the guards, so Old Man Wu asked the guards to send them away. The fat man refused to agree and insisted on driving himself. Old Man Wu stood up with his eyes: "If you go through the ditch, what should you do to my little jade niece?"

The fat man yelled twice, first got into the jeep, drove around the village for a while, and even the guard nodded, then he pulled his big braid and left.

After entering the city, I bought four boxes of gifts and then came to Dapianzi's house. The family knew that they were coming back, so they had already prepared it. Even the girl Ye Ying was there, following Aunt Wang to work in the kitchen.

As soon as he saw the big braid, Ye Ying pulled her and jumped and looked up and down, as if she was afraid that she would lose something. Then she pulled the big braid and crawled into the house and whispered, while the fat man was ordered to help in the kitchen.

"This girl has always been so crazy." Aunt Wang could not ask her new son-in-law to reach out. The fat man also knew that women must have some physical feelings for her, and it was not easy to enter the house immediately. So he took a small stool and sat in front of the stove to burn the fire.

When Secretary Wang came back from get off work at noon, the food was ready, and a few people gathered in front of the table and had a lively reunion dinner.

As soon as Ye Ying put down her chopsticks, she pulled her big braid to the street. The fat man shouted: "Come back quickly, we'll be back later."

When the fat man and Secretary Wang were sitting there drinking tea in the room, the fat man leaned over and called "Dad". Since he was married, the name would naturally be changed.

Secretary Wang also smiled on his face, and he could see that he was happy from the bottom of his heart. However, the fat man's next sentence made him stunned: "Dad, you have to give me a clear idea. Is Uncle Wu sick this time?"

After a long time, Secretary Wang nodded and then sighed: "The fate is illegitimate, and seven out of ten people are unsatisfactory in life. Uncle Wu is just about to throw his arms around and work for a few years, but he doesn't want to suffer from incurable diseases again."

The fat man's heart was stuttering. The thing he was most worried about finally happened. Although he didn't have much contact with Old Man Wu, his weight in the fat man's mind was the most important.

"What disease is it?" It took a long time before the fat man continued to ask.

"Stomach cancer is already in the late stage and there is no cure to save you. So Lao Wu simply gave up treatment. Thinking of spending a few days of peaceful life in Kaoshantun, don't tell others about this!" Secretary Wang stared at the fat man, probably the relationship between the father-in-law and son-in-law, otherwise he would never reveal it to the fat man. Besides, Old Man Wu must live in the fat man and ask the fat man to know the truth.

"How long will it take?"

"The military doctor said that at most half a year."

The fat man took a deep breath and drank the tea in the teacup in one sip: "I know what to do."
Chapter completed!