Chapter 67 Village Dinner
I heard that the Shuihe family and the Sanheizi family are in a very bad relationship.
Widow Zhang asked Sanheizi's family to pay a dowry of one hundred taels of silver to marry Shuihe.
The three black guys just don't want to.
Now he would take a detour whenever he saw Shui He, and Shui He was so angry that she wanted to go crazy.
Widow Zhang would jump up and down and curse in front of Sanheizi's house every day. In fact, she didn't want to marry Shuihe to Sanheizi because Sanheizi was not the best candidate.
But now that things have turned out like this, it is almost impossible for Shuihe to marry into a good family.
Sanheizi's mother was so annoyed that she had to give in and marry Shuihe, but the betrothal gift was only five taels of silver, not a penny more.
Of course Widow Zhang was unwilling. Last year, someone offered a betrothal gift of fifty taels of silver, but she refused. Isn't it intentional to disgust people by Sanheizi's family by giving five taels of silver?
Thus, the marriage came to a standstill, and no one was willing to give in.
Even if they could become relatives in the future, they would probably still quarrel with each other as soon as they met.
In the past, there might be someone in the village willing to act as a peacemaker or something, but now everyone is very busy and no one wants to bother with such trivial matters.
Tired but happy is the true portrayal of the villagers in Heihe Village recently.
The two threshers were working day and night, and everyone was going crazy with joy when they saw the grain piled up like a hill.
This year's output is five or six times that of previous years!
In other words, even if there is a drought for a few more years, they don’t have to worry about starving to death!
If this gets out, I'm afraid no one will believe it!
Of course, they would not tell anyone about this. The village head had already told them that only by making money quietly could they avoid disaster in this chaotic world.
It seems that the poor days of Heihe Village are really coming to an end!
Take the Ye family for example. When there are no natural disasters, the rice yield per mu is about one and a half dan, which means that a total of one hundred and twenty dan of grain can be harvested in a year.
After deducting the taxes to be paid, only 100 shi were left, which was just enough to keep a family fed and clothed for a year.
But this year, there is so much food that it can’t be stored.
The villagers had never been so happy. If the village head had not stopped them, they would have wanted to go to the Ye family and kneel down to worship Xiaojiu.
Xiaojiu saved the entire village from danger time and time again, and even the hardest-hearted people were moved by this kindness.
After going through so much, they are no longer as selfish as before, and have learned to help each other and be grateful.
Some families in the village have few male members or are in poor health, so everyone volunteered to help with the harvest.
Because they used the thresher made by Ye Yan'an, everyone sent the new rice they had threshed to the Ye family.
Of course they also have troubles, although it may sound a bit Versailles to say it:
There is too much food and no place to put it!
If you pile it up in the house, you're worried that mice will eat it; if you want to seal it up, the barrel for storing grain is too small.
Every household needed to make new large containers. Ye Yanping took the men to Yexiongling to cut trees. During the process, they also hunted a big wild boar and a muntjac.
The sound of the gong, which had not been heard for a long time, began to ring again.
"Fellow villagers, go to the threshing ground, there's game to eat!"
Wild boars and muntjacs were hung on ladders. The men were responsible for cutting open their bellies, chopping bones and meat, while the women were responsible for cleaning the internal organs and cooking.
This is the most grand dinner gathering in Heihe Village.
Six large pots were set up in the middle of the threshing ground, three of which were used to stew wild boar meat, two were used to steam rice, and one was used to roast deer meat.
The children were not idle either. They brought out their own tables and benches, and put the small tables together to make a big table.
He also brought out the dishes and chopsticks from home and placed them on the table.
After doing all this, we played games next to the threshing floor.
The children’s favorite game is Eagle Catches Chicken, and Xiaojiu also likes to play it.
When they first came here, Xiaowen and Xiaowu always took Xiaojiu to play all kinds of boring games for little kids. Xiaojiu was afraid of being exposed, so he could only pretend to like it and cooperate with them.
Later, while pretending, I found out...
Uh, that’s quite fun!
Maybe this was God's way of making up for the childhood she missed in her previous life?
Xiaojiu is a short-legged kid, but he has a strong desire to be an eagle.
As a result, the little short-legged bird ran so fast that the chick flew onto his back, but he didn't catch a single chick.
The two little tufts of hair on the little dumpling's head were scattered, his bangs were covered with sweat, his forehead was wet, and his little mouth was pouting as if he was about to cry.
When the friends saw that Little Dumpling was unhappy, they immediately tripped over their left leg and pretended to fall to the ground, waiting for Little Dumpling to catch them.
Xiaojiu laughed happily and had a lot of fun playing with his short legs.
As the sun sets, the six large pots all begin to boil, and the tempting aroma of food wafts in the air.
"Is it cooked?"
"How long will it take before we can eat?"
The children had no interest in playing and stood in front of the big pot, swallowing their saliva.
The women laughed as they worked.
"It will be ready soon, kids, go find a place to sit!"
"Whoever sits the best gets to eat meat first!"
When the children heard this, they immediately rushed to their bowls and chopsticks.
"Xiaojiu, this is your bowl! Come and sit down!"
Little Dumpling was picked up by his brother and sat on his seat. All the children sat upright, their eyes fixed on the direction of the big pot.
Soon, the adults came over with cooked food.
Everyone gets a bowl of wild boar meat, half a bowl of deer meat, and a bowl of rice.
The rice was cooked with rice contributed by every household. The Huo family had a poor harvest and did not produce any rice, so the Huo family members had no rice in their bowls.
Huo Xiaohu couldn't stand this kind of humiliation and started to make a fuss, asking for rice.
Old Mrs. Huo pretended to beat him up, "Why are you crying? There are so many grandpas, grandma, uncles, aunts and other relatives in the village looking after you. Someone will definitely give you a meal!"
Everyone:"……"
Sorry, you think too much, no one will give you any!
Xiaojiu was originally sitting at the children's table, but was later carried by the village head to the main table for the entire village.
Sitting at the huge table were all the village elders.
Xiaojiu was placed by the village head on the main seat, which was a shiny armchair that only the village head could sit on. It was said to have been passed down for several generations.
The old people grinned at Xiaojiu with their toothless mouths.
Xiaojiu also smiled at them with his mouth that only had a few teeth.
That is to say, the total number of teeth of all the people at this table may not be as many as the number of teeth of one person at another table.
The main character talks nonsense and eats by harmony (huo).
At a large gathering like this, the village head usually has something to say.
But the village head wanted to give the task of speaking to Xiaojiu today.
"Fellow villagers, who should we thank for Heihe Village's current status?"
"Thank you Xiaojiu, thank you Ye family!" Everyone answered in unison.
The little girl sat with her small body on the spacious main seat, with the table blocking her little face.
The little girl used her little hands to grab the edge of the table and struggled to move upwards. Even so, everyone could only see a pair of big eyes that were blinking like a deer.
"Xiao Jiuer, do you have anything to say to everyone?" The village head looked at her with a smile.
“Yes!”
The little dumpling nodded seriously, stuck out his little butt and stood up from the stool.
The village head said seriously: "Everyone, listen carefully!"
"Xiao Wen and Xiao Wu, come forward and translate!"
The whole village was eagerly waiting for the little goddess to give instructions.
The little dumpling stood shakily on the stool and waved his little hands.
"seven!"
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