Chapter 165 Good fortune is yet to come
It was the first time for the village chief to celebrate his birthday in such a grand manner.
The villagers had all arrived early, but he stood in the yard, feeling embarrassed, rubbing his hands and stroking his head, with red ears.
"Grandpa village chief!"
Little Nuobao ran in with her short legs, like a dazzling butterfly.
She bent her soft waist, arched her little hands, and saluted the village chief, saying in a tender voice: "Nuobao wishes Grandpa village chief good fortune as vast as the western sea, longevity as vast as the northern mountains, and getting younger and younger as he gets older!"
The little guy was dressed in festive clothes, his little body arched like a rice cake strip, and he was saying auspicious words, not to mention how pleasing he was.
The villagers couldn't help laughing and looked over here.
The village chief was so happy that he quickly picked up Nuobao and said, "Okay, okay! With Nuobao accompanying grandpa to celebrate his birthday, I, an old man, have not lived in vain for these fifty years." Nuobao's
eyes were so big that they could hardly open, and his cheeks were trembling. Xiao
Lanyi behind him couldn't help but tease him, "Little fool, you still said it wrong after teaching me at home for a long time. It's 'blessings as vast as the East Sea, longevity as vast as the South Mountain', and what's the West Sea and North Mountain? It's not right or wrong."
"No matter which sea or mountain it is, as long as Nuobao says it, it's the sound of nature. I, an old man, will only recognize Nuobao no matter whether it's right or wrong!" The village chief stroked his beard with a smile, supporting his baby.
Nuobao turned around mischievously, stuck out his tongue at Xiao Lanyi, and made a little face.
Wangfu, who was standing by, also wiped his big nose and said, "Then I wish grandma to live younger and younger, live a hundred years, no, it has to be a thousand years!"
The village chief was "double-standard".
He picked a thorn in Wangfu's head and knocked him on the head: "You little brat, you are still talking about living a thousand years, what nonsense is that, isn't that an old demon? If your grandma can live to seventy, it will be a blessing."
When Xiao Nuobao heard this, she checked the life span of the village chief.
After reading it, she immediately smiled.
Not bad, not bad, the village chief is a man who can die peacefully, and living to eighty or ninety is not a problem.
"Seventy is not enough, village chief, you will live a long life, believe Nuobao!" The little guy patted his chest and guaranteed.
The village chief laughed so loudly that his beard was about to rise to the sky.
What Nuobao said was always true. He said that he could live long?
That was true!
"Grandpa village chief, I will borrow your good words. When you are old, Nuobao must not despise you and must come to see you often." The village chief was so happy that his face turned red.
The villagers also laughed, and there was laughter and joy in the yard.
The banquet would not start until noon, and it was still early. The villagers sat under the eaves waiting, chatting about crops and gossip in the village.
Feng was afraid that Yang Tianmei and her mother would not be able to come, so she took the initiative to ask to stay and brought Li Qiqiao to help cook.
After coaxing the village chief, little Nuobao couldn't stay idle, so he ran to his mother's side.
"My dear, please don't get so close to me. I'm washing fish. Don't let the water splash on your clothes." Mrs. Feng turned around and said.
Little Nuobao stood on tiptoe and stared at the fish basin in Mrs. Feng's hand. There were only some loaches in it, and they were pitifully few.
As for the other ingredients on the pot, they were not too rich. In addition to some green vegetables, there were some eggs, an old hen, and half a basin of pork that Yang Tianmei specially cut yesterday.
In fact, after experiencing a few years of drought, it was good for the country people to eat these on their birthdays.
But thinking that the leaders of other villages would come today, and the village chief was very face-conscious, Little Nuobao felt that the banquet should not be too simple.
So she hooked her chubby little hand, and the empty copper basin was immediately filled with fish and shrimp.
The mandarin fish was still fresh, and its tail was hitting the edge of the basin, making a "bang" sound on the stove.
"What's that sound?" Yang Tianmei was simmering the fire, and she subconsciously raised her head.
When she saw the pile of vegetables that suddenly appeared, she was so surprised that her mouth opened wide.
"Where did these come from? They are not from my house, auntie. When did you bring them here?" Yang Tianmei hurriedly stood up and asked.
Mrs. Feng was also stunned for a moment.
When she reacted, Nuobao had already bent her chubby waist and ran away.
Only the little figure twisting and swaying with pride was left behind, telling Mrs. Feng that she was of course the "culprit."
Feng smiled helplessly and lied, "My eldest son's wife sent it just now. You were too busy with the fire to see it. Let's have a good meal this afternoon to make your father proud."
Not long after, the rhubarb barked a few times at the entrance of the village, and old acquaintances from other villages also came.
Everyone was embarrassed to come empty-handed, so Qingquan Village had just brought two roast chickens and a few bags of big peach cakes.
Zhang Fanjian brought some bacon.
The head of Xishan Village wanted to bring two bottles of good wine, but before he left, he was kicked back by his wife. He could only exchange it for the leftover pickled vegetables at home and shyly handed it over.
But the head of the village didn't care about these. As long as everyone came to show their support, he would be very comfortable.
After taking the food with a smile, the village chief asked everyone to sit down.
There were too many people coming to the banquet, so in order to have enough seats, Yang Tianmei borrowed more than a dozen tables and dozens of benches from various families.
The tables and benches were placed from the village chief's yard to the front door of the Zhang family, which was two houses away, like a long dragon.
Xiao Nuobao happened to be assigned a high stool, and he was uncomfortable sitting on it, so he simply took off his shoes and squatted on it, sticking out his little butt and waiting for the dishes to be served.
After the eight dried meats and four vegetarian dishes were all served, everyone started eating with chopsticks and ate happily.
On weekdays, the Jiang family's banquets were also so sumptuous, and the villagers of Daliu Village were used to it, talking and laughing while eating.
But Zhang Fanjian and other people from other villages were so shocked that their expressions changed, and they didn't dare to pick up their chopsticks for a while.
They were all at the same table, mumbling in low voices, which was convenient.
"Oh my god, these dishes are really hard!" The village chief of Qiaotou Village was wide-eyed.
"Braised shrimp, stewed pork ribs with potatoes, stewed chicken with mushrooms, steamed mandarin fish, minced meat and eggplant, and..." Zhang Fanjian counted and swallowed his saliva, his mouth was wet: "In our village, no one would be willing to eat like this even if it's a wedding. They are really good in Daliu Village!"
The village chief of Xishan Village took a chicken leg, secretly wrapped it up and put it in his arms, and kept it for his granddaughter to eat when he got home.
"So much meat and fish must be given by Nuobao's family. I just heard Yang Tianmei and Old Yang say it." The head of Xishan Village said sourly: "You said that living in Dalui Village, you can enjoy so much happiness with Nuobao."
"Who said it's not, but it's a pity that we don't have that kind of life."
"Old Yang is really lucky. There is such a little ancestor in the village. He can guarantee that he will have no worries for the rest of his life!"
The heads of various villages were so envious. It was a
rare opportunity to have a good meal. They didn't say a few words and quickly gobbled it up. They were reluctant to wipe the oil off their faces.
Although Qingquan Village was not short of money, they couldn't help sighing.
"My fellow villagers of Daliu Village, good fortune is still to come." He suddenly felt that working here was quite boring and it would be more comfortable to be a villager of Daliu Village.
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