When they returned home, they found that the meal was ready. Wu Gong was making a cucumber salad in the kitchen. Seeing that everyone had returned, he quickly said:
"Sister Lu, Brother Dazhu brought a lot of dried vegetables, saying they were for you. I put them in the living room, why don't you go and take a look..."
Lu Wensheng had forgotten about this. The dried vegetables that Dazhuzi's wife had dried for her a few days ago are already ready.
In her space, there are also dried wolf meat and dried mushrooms dried by Tianluo Girl.
When I go to the county town next time, I will send those wolf skins to Wu Laoxianer to be processed, and then send them back to my uncle together with the wolf meat, dried vegetables and dried mushrooms.
"Yeah, okay, what do you want for lunch?"
Wu Gong replied without even looking up: "Mixed noodles and stewed beans with potatoes, plus a cold cucumber."
Lu Wensheng was surprised: "You can also make mixed noodles?"
Wu Gong blushed and said, "This is my grandfather's specialty."
Lu Wensheng suddenly realized: "Oh, it's inherited from my ancestors."
Ma Yingjie and Meng Qingtang also came back at this time. They were sweating profusely. Each of them held a few popsicles and said, "Come over quickly and share the popsicles."
Han Muchen held his forehead with his hand: "It's on my account again..."
Who in the family would understand? They had never been to a sales outlet, but all the sales outlets were his accounts. He would basically go there to settle accounts once every two days, and once a day during the busy farming season...
Ma Yingjie stuffed a popsicle into his mouth and said in a flattering manner:
"Brother Chen, look at what you said. What's yours and mine? What's the difference between you and me between us~"
Everyone: ...
During lunch, Meng Qingtang kept talking about today's harvest of mountain products:
"We have collected a lot. The village chief said that we will deliver a batch to the commune tomorrow. It seems to be a cannery. The team leader's comrade-in-arms is the director of the factory. It has been agreed."
Han Muchen suddenly asked: "Should we exchange some canned food?"
Lu Wensheng asked, "Can it be changed?"
Meng Qingtang replied, "It should be possible. Let's ask tomorrow."
Lu Wensheng nodded: "Okay, actually we can buy some out, and then buy more and send some to your grandpa."
Meng Qingtang thought the same thing and responded, "Well, it just so happens that Lao Han and I are going to the mountains to hunt tonight."
Ma Yingjie raised his hand at the right time: "I want to go too."
Han Muchen directly refused: "You can't go."
Ma Yingjie was dissatisfied: "Why?"
Han Muchen continued to suck his noodles: "Don't you know it yourself?"
Lu Hao: ...Okay, he admits that he is weak...
"Then...then I'll wait for you at home, please come back early."
Han Muchen breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he didn't follow her, it was fine. "Okay."
Just after I persuaded one person, another one comes up on the other side.
Wu Gong weakly pulled Meng Qingtang's sleeve and whispered, "Brother Meng, I want to go too..." He wanted to go to the mountains to catch pheasants to nourish Sister Lu!
Meng Qingtang looked at Han Muchen, then at Wu Gong, and finally refused: "No, the mountains are too dangerous, you can't go."
Wu Gong curled his lips in dissatisfaction. He was not weak...
Lu Wensheng advised, "Let him follow. He is very powerful."
Ma Yingjie thought of how he walked briskly with Sister Lu on his back and helped persuade him:
“I think he’s pretty awesome too…”
Han Muchen finished the last mouthful of noodles in his bowl and said, "Let's fight a few moves first."
Wu Gong's eyes sparkled when he heard this: "Yeah, okay."
He didn't even bother to eat, he threw down his bowl and chopsticks and ran to the yard. Lu Wensheng and others also picked up their bowls and followed him to the yard to watch the fun.
Wu Gong, who was half a head shorter than Han Muchen, was fighting with him.
As the young master of a martial arts school in his previous life, Lu Wensheng could of course see that Wu Gong's moves were unusual, and Han Muchen actually seemed unable to suppress his posture.
Ma Yingjie was watching from the side with his blood boiling: "Sister Lu, what kind of Kung Fu is Xiao Gong using?"
Lu Wensheng took a bite of noodles and replied, "It's probably inherited from his ancestors. His ancestors were very great, so they have a legacy."
Ma Yingjie and his companions were very curious and asked, "What inheritance?"
Lu Wensheng shook his head: "You can ask him later. He will tell you what he wants to tell you."
After the chat here, the fight over there was almost over. Han Muchen narrowly won, not because he was more skilled, but because Wu Gong was too small and had limited strength.
In time, Wu Gong's martial arts attainments will definitely be at the top of the pyramid.
"Good boy!" Han Muchen patted his shoulder and praised.
Wu Gong scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "I lost..."
Han Muchen shook his head: "No, you are great. Who taught you this set of skills?"
Wu Gong replied: "My grandfather and my father also taught me a little..."
The remaining few people were even more curious about Wu Gong's origins. Shen Lingling was no exception. She leaned close to Lu Wensheng's ear and whispered:
"Shengsheng, where did you pick up this child?"
Lu Wensheng replied with a smile: "The county town."
Then he added in a low voice: "In the black market."
Shen Lingling opened her eyes wide: "You're already involved in the black market at such a young age?"
Lu Wensheng nodded: "Yes. He is the only healthy person in his family, and he is involved in the black market to support his family."
Shen Lingling's maternal love instantly overflowed. She had never seen such a determined boy in her two lifetimes. She decided to be nicer to him in the future.
Meng Qingtang looked at him, wanting to say something but stopping himself. From the moment he started fighting with Han Muchen, he felt that there was someone's shadow hidden in his every move.
He really wanted to pull the person over and question him, but he held back because there were so many people around.
Wait, I’ll ask you again when I get home!
"Xiao Gong, you are awesome!" Lu Wensheng did not hesitate to praise this child. This child is simply too good!
He can cook, support his family, make weapons, and has great kung fu skills. What shortcomings could there be for someone that even Han Muchen has high hopes for!
"Okay, we've finished our meal and watched enough fun. Let's go back to sleep. We still have to work in the afternoon!"
Lu Wensheng went to see her bread oven. She had planned to try it yesterday, but she fainted.
After Wu Gong followed Meng Qingtang over the wall and went home, he always felt that the way this man looked at him suddenly became strange.
It seemed like he was always looking at others through his own face. After enduring for a long time, he finally asked:
"Brother Meng, why do you look at me like that?"
Meng Qingtang coughed lightly and asked, "What's your father's name?"
Wu Gong looked at him silently, and after a long while he finally uttered two words: "Wu Xie."
He looked at Brother Meng for a long time, and his eyes were full of openness, so he didn't want to hide anything.
"Really? It's really Uncle Xiaoxie!" Meng Qingtang asked excitedly.
Wu Gong was a little at a loss: "If the person you are talking about is my father, then he might really be my father."
Meng Qingtang: Is there any difference between saying this and not saying it?
Wu Gong: Uh...
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