Zhang Xudong found a stool to sit down, supported his head with his hands, blinked his innocent big eyes, and watched Uncle Zhuang trying his luck on him.

Zhang Dazhuang felt like his heart was about to burst when he saw Zhang Xudong's expression.

"What's that look in your eyes? You're not wrong, right?"

"Uncle Zhuang, you are being reasonable. I arrived home yesterday afternoon and now I am sitting here. Do you think I am late?

Also, the secretary and the county magistrate both said that a person can only donate a maximum of ten cents.

If you don’t believe me, you’ll find out when the old secretary comes back from the meeting.”

"Why are there restrictions on spending money? And I can't even take more?" Zhang Dazhuang said in surprise.

Zhang Xudong nodded seriously without saying anything.

"You are not allowed to donate more money, but you are not allowed to donate food. Don't worry about it." Zhang Dazhuang thought for a while and said.

"But you can't let everyone go hungry, right? What if something goes wrong in this cold weather?

Then the good thing will turn into a bad thing, and if that grandfather finds out, I will be criticized."

Zhang Xudong reminded Zhang Dazhuang.

"Don't worry about it. I know how much food that family can provide, and I will keep an eye on it.

Besides, we harvested a lot of pumpkins and potatoes on the river bank, so we have enough food.

This winter, when I have nothing to do, I will take the militia out to hunt some game and give them some compensation. That will help us get through this."

Zhang Dazhuang explained it.

“That won’t do. It’s even more dangerous to spend two days in the mountains in winter.

Nowadays, most wild animals are in the deep mountains, and you can’t run back and forth in a day.

You can't take everyone on this adventure, so I have to go with you."

This time, Zhang Xudong didn't give in to Zhang Dazhuang. The Spring Festival was coming soon, and if anything went wrong, it would be hard to predict.

Zhang Dazhuang thought about it and nodded. He was not a professional hunter, and he was a little scared of the deep forest.

While they were talking, they heard the sound of hurried footsteps outside.

Zhang Xudong quickly stood up and went to the door with Zhang Dazhuang.

Before they reached the door, a large group of people rushed in.

The oldest elders in the village were all carried here by their children, nephews and grandchildren.

The Zhang family's patriarch, the fifth uncle, shouted as he entered the house, "Dong Wa, Dong Wa, where is the imperial edict? Where is the imperial edict?"

Zhang Xudong quickly shouted, "Grandfather, we can't say that.

Now is a new society, that’s no longer acceptable. It’s just a few words, a masterpiece of calligraphy.”

"Yes, it is a treasure. Whatever it is, bring it out quickly so we can all kowtow to it. We have to thank the great sage!"

The old uncle said tremblingly.

"Fifth Uncle, that doesn't work anymore.

Besides, the calligraphy hasn’t been framed yet. We can only see it after the house is built.

Now we have to discuss building the house first." Zhang Dazhuang quickly stopped the old man.

Zhang Dazhuang told everyone about the matter.

The crowd suddenly exploded and became unhappy.

One village elder shouted, "This house cannot be built in the county town. This treasure must be respected in our village.

Let's build a new house and bring our baby back."

A group of people nodded immediately, and quite a few of them agreed.

Zhang Xudong pushed Zhang Dazhuang, signaling him to go and explain.

You have to fix the mess you made yourself. If you let this group of people go to the county to make trouble, you will see whether you can eat sand in the northwest.

Zhang Dazhuang had no choice but to step forward. After quieting everyone down, he said:

"The county decided where to build the house, and it also had to showcase the heroic deeds of our county.

So now this is not just a matter for our village, but a matter for the entire county.

Don’t think about anything else, we are mainly talking about food now.

Now some people in the county are donating money and materials and working hard to build houses.

Dongzi said he wanted to use his own money to build a house, but no one would let him.

He had no other choice but to ask the people who built the house for a meal, but he didn't have enough food at home.

He thought of going hunting and exchanging meat for food in everyone's home.

What should we do about this? Does Zhang Xudong really look down on us men?

In order to exchange some food for building that educational base and make some contribution, do we need Zhang Xudong to exchange meat?

Gentlemen, tell me, is he slapping us in the face?

Zhang Dazhuang shifted the blame and immediately drew everyone's attention back to the food and Zhang Xudong.

Zhang Xudong curled his lips after hearing this. This Uncle Dazhuang is a man who will not suffer any loss. He will take revenge immediately if he has a grudge.

Zhang Xudong closed his eyes and drooped his brows as he was criticized. Only then did everyone start talking about food.

Zhang Xudong saw that the more they discussed, the more outrageous their ideas became. Some of them even wanted to take out all the food in their homes and only have some pumpkins and potatoes to survive.

Zhang Xudong quickly grabbed Zhang Dazhuang.

"Uncle Zhuang, five or six hundred kilograms of food is enough. You can't let us do whatever we want!"

"Dongzi, I know what's going on. But do you know why everyone is doing this?

First of all, it’s for your calligraphy, everyone wants to express their appreciation.

And it's because of you.

It was your idea that made our autumn harvest this year a success and everyone has surplus food at home.

It was also your idea that everyone had so many squash and potatoes stored at home.

This winter, people in our village no longer have to endure hunger. It's much better than other villages, and everyone remembers your kindness.

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