Ji Zhi refused repeatedly, so Zhang Youde directly called Zhang Fan over to help.
Zhang Fan: "Let's go."
Since Zhang Fan had spoken, Ji Zhi had no choice but to comply and go along.
When a well was dug in the village, everyone was very happy. The women went home to cook, and the men went home to carry tables, chairs, and benches, which they placed in front of the old locust tree.
Wisps of smoke rose from the chimneys.
Before long, a rich aroma wafted over, and the woman who had cooked the meal brought over steaming hot dishes, and the banquet was ready.
Zhang Youde raised his glass: "This Boss Ji is our benefactor. He dug a well for our village. Let's all toast him."
The adults raised their glasses, and the children raised their drinks, making a toasting gesture towards Ji Zhi from a distance.
Ji Zhi dared not take credit and said to Zhang Fan, "This was all a coincidence. If it weren't for this young brother Zhang Fan, I wouldn't be digging there. Let's all toast Zhang Fan."
"Salute to Zhang Fan!" everyone shouted in unison.
Everyone enjoyed the meal.
With the burden lifted off their shoulders, everyone just wanted to relax.
They drank from noon until evening; some people slumped over the table and fell asleep, while others slept directly on the floor.
Young children chase and play with each other, while the guard dog and free-range chickens peck at food that has fallen on the ground—a comfortable and harmonious scene.
It was already dark, and Ji Zhi and the other two were completely drunk and were arranged to sleep at Zhang Youde's house.
Li Chunyan was enjoying her drink; her cheeks were flushed, and she laughed heartily, her watery eyes narrowing into crescent moons.
Everyone sincerely thanked Zhang Fan and kept toasting him. Zhang Fan drank quite a lot, enough to fill a large vat.
Even as night fell, everyone remained in high spirits.
A bright bonfire burned in the open space in front of the old locust tree, and blue smoke rose gently, reaching the treetops, rising into the air, and disappearing into the night sky.
The crackling of the campfire, the clinking of bottles, and the lively chatter of everyone combined to create a wonderful melody.
Zhang Fan lay on his back on the ground, his hands behind his head, looking at the starry sky, feeling very relaxed.
He tilted his head back, looked at the bottle, and drank it all in one gulp, preparing to go to sleep after finishing.
Suddenly someone shouted something. He ran very fast, and even tripped over a stone and fell. He didn't bother to check his wound, and just kept running into the crowd.
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