Raising his hand to wipe his eyes, Liu Qingshan said sincerely: "I am young, but I still remember an old saying, it is better to lose a handful of gold than to lose a fellow countryman."

"Right now, I am taking advantage of my eldest sister's wedding to invite the villagers to gather together. I would like to thank you all in advance!"

Liu Qingshan bowed deeply, which was just a way of expressing his gratitude to the simple villagers with words. From now on, he will also use actions to lead the villagers to get rid of the shackles of poverty and embark on the broad road of getting rich.

"Qingshan, what a good boy!"

Zhang Guofu patted Liu Qingshan's shoulder hard. At this moment, he was extremely pleased: This family is kind and knows how to be grateful.

Da Zhangluo also blinked his slightly red eyes: "Okay, Qingshan, I will do as you say. Don't worry, I will definitely give you a beautiful Zhang Luo!"

After saying that, he just like Zhuge Kongming, who was sitting firmly in the tent, began to assign tasks.

A young man like Datou Erbiaozi would go to various houses to borrow tables, chairs, benches, bowls, chopsticks, pans and the like.

Adult men also perform their own duties: setting fire to cook, carrying water and fetching wine.

"Da Zhangluo, what do you think I'm going to do?"

Zhang Gangzi waited for a long time but nothing happened to him, so he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"It's hard for you to handle this. You can't do anything, and you can't eat anything."

Da Zhangluo smacked his lips for a long time: "You are responsible for washing the dishes. Remember, if you hit a bowl or break a plate, you don't want to drink the wedding wine!"

The tasks were quickly assigned and everyone dispersed after taking orders.

Only Zhang Zhi leaned against the wall, sitting there in a daze while basking in the sun, still chattering.

Work like washing dishes is dirty and tiring, and it's also a job for women.

When everyone came back one after another, they saw Liu Caifeng, the little old man, sticking his little head out of the window, shaking the braid on his head playfully, and then clicked a few times on the tape recorder.

From the tape recorder, there was a rustling sound, and then there was the sound of Da Zhangluo dispatching troops to order generals.

Everyone was surprised, and they all gathered around and listened happily.

From the tape recorder, another lazy voice came out, which sounded like Zhang Zhanzi's accent:

"Ask me to wash the dishes, bah, when the time comes, I'll spit on you all, and ask you to eat, eat, eat, eat, eat my spit!"

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In the yard, Zhang Gongzi's hands and feet were held by four stick boys, and his whole body was suspended in the air.

Then, the four people shouted slogans, worked hard together, and fell down.

Zhang Gang's butt landed heavily on the ground.

"Oh, dear gentlemen, please spare your lives!"

Zhang Gongzi immediately gave up. If he kept pushing like this, his butt would be broken into eight petals.

After finally having this kind of entertainment, how could we stop so easily? Amidst the cheers of the onlookers, the four young men lifted the pole again, and then continued to fall down.

"I'm just mumbling, but I don't dare to actually spit."

Zhang Gangzi begged for mercy, but was knocked down seven or eight times before he was let go. When he got up, he felt as if his butt no longer belonged to him.

Da Zhangluo spoke again: "Gangzi, you'd better just be a fire girl."

While rubbing his buttocks, he opened his arms and bared his teeth while arguing: "I am a man, a pure man."

While playing around, the preliminary preparations were completed. The borrowed tables, chairs, and benches were all written with the names of each family in chalk on the back, so that they could be returned easily when the time comes.

There's nothing you can do about chopsticks and the like. Just count enough when you return them.

At noon, Liu Qingshan was still busy eating. As a result, people went back to their homes in groups of three and two.

No one has much surplus food, and they are not really big eaters.

After a long while, the large carriage that went to the county to buy food finally came back.

The driver was an old man in his fifties, who had a smile on his face and was always cheerful.

When he opened his mouth for joy, one of his upper front teeth was missing, revealing a big gap, which added a bit of joy.

Liu Qingshan hurried up to greet him: "Uncle, boss, thank you for your hard work!"

"Why bother? I borrowed the money to go out to the restaurant at noon."

The driver is also a capable man from Jiapigou. Most people in the village have the surname Zhang. This man used to be the driver of the production team. In the past two years, I heard that it is popular in the south to call other people the boss, so I called him

Boss Zhang.

Boss and boss are similar in words, but their meanings are very different: one is doing big business, and the other is driving big trucks.

Liu Yinfeng also got off the carriage, gave Liu Qingshan the canvas bag that she had been holding tightly in her arms, and whispered in her brother's ear: "Sanfeng'er, you spent a lot of money!"

In fact, it didn’t cost much, less than 200 yuan. For 200 yuan, more than 100 people in the village were invited to a dinner party. Tsk tsk...

The most eye-catching thing was a foot of pork, eighty-five cents a pound, less than fifty yuan.

When I was buying meat, I happened to have a big pig head, a pair of pig's guts, heart, liver, lungs, intestines and tripe, all of which cost 25 cents a pound. They were all meaty, right?

There is also a bag of flour, dried tofu and vermicelli, and the rest is condiments such as tobacco, wine, sugar, tea, oil, salt, vinegar, pepper, aniseed, etc. As for vegetables and the like, I have everything in my garden, so there is no need to spend money to buy them.

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Liu Qingshan knew that the second sister was used to living in poverty and was afraid of spending money, so he smiled at her and said: "Sister, you are not good at heart. You must first learn to spend money before you can learn to make money."

Naturally, Liu Yinfeng gave her a blank look.

Liu Qingshan secretly muttered: I have to say that my second sister is so beautiful that she rolls her eyes in such a stunning way. If she goes to college, she will fall into pieces every time she looks at her.

No, no, no, you have to be careful in the future!

Everyone started to unload everything from the carriage, even opening the poles. Regardless of the grease, they happily carried the pig into the water, shouting: "It's so rich, this is so rich!"

Zhang Dashuai, the chef who went to the city to buy vegetables with him, couldn't help teasing him: "Mom, be careful with the pole, don't drool on it."

"I don't dare, I don't dare!"

Zhang Gangzi now feels a pain in his butt when he hears the word "saliva".

The people next to them told Boss Zhang and Dashuai Zhang what happened during the day, which naturally caused a burst of laughter.

Marshal Zhang also shook his bare head: "Gole, you are the most troubled person in our village."

Zhang Ganzi was quite contented and said disapprovingly: "It's very good, very good. I have only one brother. One person can eat enough, and the whole family is not hungry."

After carrying things, go inside and drink tea. Rural people are not so particular and usually drink cold water. When they are thirsty, they pick up a ladle, scoop half a ladle of water into the water jar, and drink it down.

In winter, you only boil some hot water to drink. As for tea, who would be willing to spend the spare money to buy tea?

Liu Qingshan poured tea for everyone with rice bowls, and then sat down to discuss with Dashuai Zhang: "Uncle Dashuai, how many dishes will be arranged for tomorrow?"

This Marshal Zhang's nickname sounds very domineering, and he has a bit of the style of the Northeast King in the past. However, the Northeast King is in charge of thousands of troops, and this one is in charge of the pots and pans.

He is the master chef in the village. Anyone who is planning a wedding or wedding likes to have him as their cook.

The craftsmanship cannot be said to be very good, and it cannot be said to be elegant. At most, it has a strong local flavor and is at the level of opening a special farmhouse in the future.

As for the origin of the nickname, this is a bit unclear. According to Liu Qingshan's speculation, it is probably because this handsome uncle is also relatively short and often likes to say "fuck you".

Zhang Dashuai already knew what to expect at tomorrow's banquet. He wiped his shiny bald head and said, "Six cold and six hot, twelve dishes, six or six will go well."

After he finished speaking, he took a sip of tea, smacked his lips contentedly, and glanced at Zhang Zhanzi: "The portion of the dish must be larger. For foodies like this, one can support three people, and the mother is a bastard. If there is less, it will not be enough for them to sit on the table."

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It is said that this colloquial phrase was often spoken by the real Marshal Zhang.

At that time, when having a banquet in the countryside, it was important to have an eight-to-eight or six-to-six banquet. If you could make it perfect, with ten hot dishes and ten cold dishes, then it would really be perfect.

But given the current conditions, just think about it.

After the general principle was determined, we began to make preparations. In the local countryside, this is usually called "oil leakage". The general idea is to fry all the food that needs to be fried the night before.

I picked a big bright light bulb in the yard, set up a pot stand, set up the oil pan, stretched out the pole and sat on a small bench, and kept adding firewood to the stove pit.

Almost all the little children in the village came smelling the aroma of oil. There was no room for them in the courtyard, and a large group stood outside the gate, looking longingly at the big oil pot.

Then he watched with intent as Zhang Dashuai began to fry glutinous rice sticks, fried meatballs, and fried beans.

In the yard, there were sounds of swallowing saliva one after another.

Seeing this, Liu Qingshan picked up a basin of fried glutinous rice sticks: "Come on, come on, grab a handful each!"

Gaba, Gaba, glutinous rice sticks are crispy and crispy, and they are also coated with a layer of sugar. When you eat them in your mouth, they are fragrant and sweet.

“It smells so good!”

The children all mouthed in admiration.

"Wow!"

The cry suddenly sounded, and Liu Qingshan hurried over to check. It turned out to be the old daughter of Captain Zhang's family, named Xiaoliuzi. The glutinous rice sticks in her hand were snatched away by Liu Qingshan's big yellow dog.

The big yellow dog is very skillful in stealing food. It does not bite or bark. The bird will follow you quietly. If it is cold, it will gently bite and take away the food in its hand without taking the bite.

"Xiao Liu, don't cry, I'll give you some meatballs."

The fourth child, Liu Caifeng, distributed meatballs to her friends one by one. Although they were vegetarian meatballs, these days, food with oil and water is a delicacy, especially meatballs, which are the little kid's favorite.
To be continued...