The plan was ready, and there was nothing to worry about for Zeng Laosan. He appointed a platoon leader from the village militia company to lead the team, and the others prepared to disband.
At this time, Zeng Wangcai came out to persuade them to stay, and said, "Dear brothers, dear old and young gentlemen, first of all, Wangcai would like to thank you all here. After all, my family is also a member of the village. My grandmother and my second uncle are also here, and this matter is more or less caused by my family. I can't let everyone's efforts be in vain..."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zeng Lao San was unhappy. "We are all from the same village. It is only natural for us to help each other. This is not a waste of effort. At most, you can ask your second uncle to hand in more pheasants or something to the brigade in the future."
This is a normal village chief. He would seek rewards in return, especially in this era.
Zeng Wangcai said, "Village chief, that's a later story. Anyway, tomorrow we will provide meat and fish for the feast. All those who come to help can have a share and take some home after the feast."
Are you really going to have a feast?
Zeng Laosan was shocked. There were no landlords these days. Who could afford to host a banquet?
The total amount of people who helped out was over 30, at least for four tables, and they also took some home. How much did that cost?
"Good boy, really good boy!" One of the oldest people in the village, an old man in his late seventies, stood up tremblingly and pulled Zeng Lao San and said, "Laosan, count me in if there's a fight tomorrow. I want to have a share..."
"Come on, Uncle Qi, if you really go, it won't be Wangcai's family hosting the banquet, it will be your family hosting the banquet, and the whole village will attend the banquet." Zeng Lao San rolled his eyes.
What nonsense are you doing? Don’t you even look at yourself? You’re shaking when you pee, and you’re still fighting. You’re almost giving yourself away.
Zeng Laosan looked at the other old guys who were ready to make a move with worry. He was anxious, really anxious, because he knew how tempting it was to have a banquet these days.
He turned around to look at Zeng Wangcai and found that Zeng Wangcai was smiling cunningly. Damn it, this guy did it on purpose. He put me on the spot. He knew that his family couldn't host a banquet, so he used this trick. Now whoever I don't let go will be offended.
Damn it, what should I do? If the whole village is having a banquet, how can I afford it?
Zeng Laosan guessed correctly, Zeng Wangcai did it on purpose.
At the pre-war mobilization meeting, it is a problem whether you let someone eat and who not to eat. That will offend people, and I am not afraid of that, but what about my second uncle's family?
The best way is for the whole village to eat, so that everyone will be enthusiastic and have enough energy to go out and fight.
Then the question is, how to eat it?
The answer is simple!
Zeng Wangcai said, "Village head, how about... we go to the production team canteen. They cook there every day anyway. I still say that my family produces meat and fish. I will set traps to hunt wild boars at night, and go fishing tomorrow after collecting the traps."
Even if we have to mobilize, we cannot be the scapegoat. This will easily lead to a situation where people are indebted to their superiors for the food they receive. We should still provide a certain amount of supplies, and the rest should be borne by the production team. The production team has to provide food every day anyway, so the worst that can happen is that we can be a little extravagant and use two or three days' worth of food for one meal.
Zeng Laosan quickly calculated the account in his mind, and then begged Zeng Wangcai to give the production team more if the harvest was good, to settle the accounts.
Zeng Wangcai thought about Zeng Laosan’s mistress and thought, forget it, the more the better. If this matter gets out of hand, the commune will have to step in, and Zeng Laosan will have to give benefits then.
After getting Zeng Wangcai's promise, Zeng Lao San waved his hand and said, "I agree. We'll have a feast tomorrow. You bastards, if anyone gets scared after this fight, don't embarrass me by going to the brigade canteen. Go home and suck your wife's milk..."
boom!
In less than half an hour, the whole Zengzhuang went crazy. Those who were going to perform tomorrow came to bed early. Those who had wives did not exert themselves on their wives' bellies, saving their strength.
Damn it, you bastards from Zhujia Village, just wait and see.
To have a feast (tribe)!
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