After the meal was ready, the helpers almost finished their second job. The thirty bags of rice were transported back to the yard and piled up on a temporary tide-spaced layer built with bricks as the base. It was about ten centimeters above the ground and covered with plastic cloth to cope with the light rain at night.

After unloading the car, the group gathered around the Eight Immortals tables placed under the shade of the tree and ate them. The dishes in front of each person were the same. They were all in a large plate with two large meats and two small meats and a vegetarian dish. The rice and soup were free. If some dishes were not enough, they could be added. Anyway, they would just eat them with a slight embrace.

The things I make are naturally full of weight. Not to mention the laborers of a bunch of workers, even the silly bear sisters who are walking under the table, and the pastoral dogs who come to visit are all edible. Wenxu has never been a bad person in QQ.

The most conspicuous among the crowd was Harada, a little devil. It was probably the first time he had eaten like this in China. He stretched his head from time to time and looked around. The more Wen Xu looked, the more he felt that this Japanese old man was a little bit of a "stealing landmines".

Wen Xu didn't know that Harada had a special feeling since he arrived in Wenjia Village. If he had done the most profound study of China, he would probably have to count Japan. As a Japanese professor said, Japan is full of associations and associations that study Chinese politics and military affairs. The Japanese elites have a much better understanding of China than they have in Europe and the United States.

Harada is also an old Chinese master. I think Wenjia Village is different from the villages I have seen before. The people here live a more harmonious life and more interesting life. For example, many families like to put flowers and plants in their own yards, and many people are also fiddling with them very well.

Harada is strange because it is known to everyone that China has a lot of talent for farming. Even if you go to any corner of the world, you will definitely get a piece of land to plant something whenever you get the chance. Even if you accompany your children to go to college in the United States, you can create a small vegetable field in the open space of other people's schools, let alone your own yard.

There are not many people who grow vegetables in the yard here. Now there are only five or six families who can make a living. When other families enter the yard, they can smell a refreshing fragrance of flowers. When they see Harada suddenly, they think that they have returned to the countryside of Japan. The environment is clean and orderly, and people who live in such an environment are friendly and enthusiastic. It is not Harada's self-confidence, but people who have been to the countryside of Japan, especially villages, will feel this way. It's just a word that describes it clean.

Even Harada felt that there was something special about Wenjia Village. It was something he had seen before that was not available in all villages, that was the harmonious coexistence between wild animals and humans, which Harada never dreamed of in his dreams.

Just as Harada was thinking about this matter, Harada felt that someone had touched his arm. She subconsciously turned her head and saw Professor Jia next to him lifting his chin slightly, and said: Come on!

Harada Yike looked up and saw the white weasel I saw in the morning squatting at the door of the yard, looking at the people who were eating in the yard, as if he had seen him and the white weasel had obviously looked disgusted on his face, but it did not leave, and just squatted at the door of the yard.

Wen Guangli happened to sit next to Mr. Jia. He saw the old man's actions. He looked up and found that the old men were looking at the white escorts. So he smiled and said casually: "What do you think it is? Those little kids in Uncle Xu's family are cute."

"What?"

When the three old men heard the mutated weasel and their cubs, they immediately widened their eyes.

Wen Guangli was a little confused by these three old men. Looking at the three surprised faces, he felt that this must be a joke. Will they not know what three-year-old children in Wenjia Village know from top to bottom? What's more, this happened for many days.

"Haha, it's really like it!" Wen Guangli smirked twice, then focused on the plate in front of him, preparing to eat attentively, and ignore the three bad old men because he felt that one of them was about to tease him.

When Harada saw that he was talking, he suddenly stopped saying, "How could this work?" So he asked, "Mr. Wen, are you saying that Mr. Wen's family still have a young body?"

Wen Guangli heard Harada speak and thought that this Japanese old man was really a mess. He was just a little Wen or just called him Guangli. Look at him, one of Mr. Wen and two of Mr. Wen. If he called him that, it would be difficult to distinguish between Wen's village. He was not surnamed Wen!

Without waiting for Wen Guangli to reply, a young man opposite him said, "Yes, how many times did I have to feed my breasts every day? Are there eleven or sixteen?"

"The five extras are just what you gave birth to?"

Wen Guangli was a little unhappy when he was robbed and immediately spoke up to the cousin who was talking.

If they were affirmative, the three old men looked at each other and felt a little uneasy. They could not continue to eat so peacefully. They wiped their mouths and stood up one after another.

Teacher Ma was in charge of logistics work at this time. Seeing Harada, Old Man Jia and his old man stood up and thought he wanted to add rice and soup. He immediately asked, "What do you want? Soup or rice?"

However, when the old lady saw that there was still a lot of soup or rice left in front of the three people, she felt that these three people were a little out of tune. She was so old that she had leftovers, and immediately frowned: "Isn't you going to eat this?"

After saying that, he glanced at the three old men with a sense of power without anger and power. Now Director Ma's aura is really worthless, and he has a sense of majesty. This aura is not only a bonus to the damage power of the children under his command, but also has additional damage to Chi and Jia.

Mr. Jia turned around and saw that the vegetables in his basin understood, so he said, "No, we are going to Wenxu's house to see those small mutated weasel juvenile bodies!"

Mr. Jia is a little anxious now. He has been in the yard for so long, so why didn’t he tell himself that he still has a baby? These people in Wenjia Village can’t keep things in their hearts. The secrets are so good this time.

The old man didn't know that the popularity of Wenjia Village was only a few days ago. Now weasels like Wenjia Village can still be brought to the table? Now everyone is talking about super beasts like Ba Lihua. Can it still be a white escort in the hearts of the villagers in Wenjia Village? The old man didn't catch up with the popularity of this matter. For the villagers, this is a matter of old sesame seeds, so naturally no one mentioned it.

"Look at it after dinner. I will eat the food first, and they won't run away?" Director Ma said lightly, his tone exudes a sense of calmness.

Harada immediately sat back, picked up the bowl and ate it in big mouthfuls. After Mr. Jia looked at Principal Ma, he sat back without saying a word. Only Mr. Chi felt a little embarrassed and muttered: "You old lady, don't tell me about this!"

Director Ma was polite, and said proudly: "Do you think you are the only one who is busy with your work? I have a lot of things to do in kindergarten now, who has time to take care of you! Go back and eat, don't let me see you left the roots, no matter how big the food is, no matter how hard the food is, I don't know!"

After hearing this, Mr. Chi sat back obediently.

The three old men sat down, but their hearts flew to the white axe's cub. Although the food was not about the wind and clouds, there was always a voracious meal.

Just because I didn’t eat a few bites, because I was too anxious to eat, Mr. Jia slept straight on his chest, choking!

"Drink soup, drink soup!" Mr. Chi immediately helped lift the soup bowl.

Wen Shigui happened to see a young man finishing his meal and bringing away his bowl and plate. So he sat in the empty seat with a plate of dishes in one hand and a bowl of rice in the other.

Wen Shigui had been doing the command work since he returned to the yard, but he did not eat first with everyone. He waited for the group to eat, and then he got to sit down and had a meal.

"Some wine?"

Wen Shigui usually has the habit of drinking two sips of wine. Although this is not the case every meal, it is always the turn of four or five meals. However, he likes wine but is not greedy for wine, and each meal is only more than two taels.

Wen Shigui would have to drink a few sips when he had the chance when he came to Wen Xu's house. Nothing else, the wine at Wen Xu's house is good. Generally, the wine used on the table for weddings and weddings is not as good as Wen Xu's house wine. So today Wen Yigui not only holds the food in his hand, but also has half a bottle of leftover wine in his pants pocket.

As soon as he sat down, Wen Shigui poured a cup himself and politely spoke to several old men.

When Harada heard Wen Shigui say this, he immediately replied: "Thank you, then I'll do some!"

Wen Shigui was immediately happy when he heard someone drinking with him. He immediately turned around and said to the young man, "Go to the house to find your uncle and bring me a few cups!"

The young man was also a neat person. After hearing this, he jumped out with a whirlpool. In less than two minutes, Wen Shigui brought back a few crystal glasses.

"Drink some of them, not much. Can we four of us dry this little wine?" Wen Shigui pointed at the bottle and said.

There was only a little more than half of the bottle per pound, at most seven taels! The four old men drank it separately, which was to make their lips. So everyone nodded and temporarily put the matter of looking at the cubs aside, just like what Director Ma said, "It's not in a hurry for a while."

I don’t know if the old men are good wine, or why they all seem to have returned to their academic style and started to taste the wine.

While eating and chatting, the old men gathered together and took half an hour to kill a bottle of wine. After killing the wine, each person not only ate all the dishes, but also ate two or three small bowls of rice with the dishes.

"I've eaten too much!" Harada felt a little out of control and felt a little embarrassed while covering her stomach.

Wen Shigui was holding a toothpick in one hand and covering his mouth with the other hand, picking his teeth and saying to Harada: "You guys are so generous, and they are doing a waste of gifts. They are completely gone. How tiring is this!"

After saying that, he reached out to take out a toothpick box on the table and handed it to Harada: "Don't be stubborn all day long, relax your mind, come and try picking your teeth after dinner!"

I have to say that although Wen Shigui has never read any books, he has a bit of insight into the rituals of Japanese people. Although the Japanese do not regard many rituals, they do not know how to be polite, but they do rituals for the sake of rituals. Therefore, they are not ashamed of the performance of many things. Because they do not know how to be polite, they do not have much psychological burden when doing bad things. Just as MacArthur said, the Japanese are only twelve years old! They are completely a middle-aged boy, with a second-handed boy.

Although Harada took the toothpick, it did not use it, but solemnly put it aside.

"Okay, we've finished eating and drinking. Let's go and have a look now!" Mr. Jia had already eaten the last grain of rice in the bowl at this time, put the bowls, chopsticks and other things together, and stood up.

After hearing Mr. Jia say this, the remaining few people also stood up. The four old men put the plates in one basket in the yard, and the dishes inside were naturally full of these used dishes. Wen Shigui was not interested in seeing the little white squirrel, so he naturally would not accompany Mr. Jia to see the three of them, so he found a tree shade and prepared to take a nap and then prepare to continue working. The remaining three naturally walked into the house.

Perhaps the White Aesy was too smart. When it found that the three old men entered the house, they suddenly had a premonition of something in their hearts. They immediately flipped up from the ground and rushed towards the house. As a father's responsibility, it decided to protect its children from these three old guys!
Chapter completed!