Chapter 276 Weird Village Survival Guide 11

Jiang Man understood immediately, with a hint of sarcasm on his face, "Not only does the fool know that his mother is not his wife, he also knows to look for a young girl instead of a grown man. He doesn't look that stupid."

The second mother's mouth closed again, her eyes rolled back and forth, and her arrogance just now was extinguished at once.

Erbao was silent for a while, then he smiled and clapped his hands, "Wife, wife, I want a wife——"

"Are you playing dumb? Are you trying to take advantage of our girl?"

Gao Shuangbin laughed angrily, "Okay, then this matter is not over yet!"

Seeing that the other people's expressions were also getting unhappy, the village chief Wu Fa quickly stepped out to smooth things over, "Oh, let's talk it over. It's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."

"What misunderstanding?" Lin Jing mustered up his courage and stood up, looking directly at the village chief and asked:

"Last night we said someone was knocking on the door, and you said it was a fool. Today I was bullied by a fool again. Can this be called a misunderstanding? He clearly had ulterior motives! Is there another fool in the village?"

An Jiale's eyes widened, "Yes, it was him last night too—"

Yan Zhen's face darkened. "Village Chief, once can be considered a misunderstanding, but twice is a bit of a stretch, right?"

The second mother frowned and yelled, "What are you knocking on the door for? My son didn't even... yesterday..."

The village chief covered her mouth with his hand and said earnestly, "Say less. There are so many people watching, how could they wrongly accuse you?"

Mingnan narrowed his eyes suddenly.

Fundamentally? Fundamentally what?

Didn't go out at all?

"That's right, Erbao's mother, you shouldn't love your son this much. I think Erbao really went too far this time."

Grandpa Sun also stood up and said apologetically, "There is only one such fool in our village. He had a fever a few years ago and his brain was damaged. The villagers felt sorry for him and let him do whatever he did. But we didn't expect him to go further and further. I'm really sorry."

"Alas, we didn't take good care of him this time, but you guys have fought and you've vented your anger, so why don't you just forget about it? Why bother with a fool?"

The village chief looked at them in embarrassment.

Others also helped to speak up, and finally, Erbao's mother was coaxed and forced by them to come and apologize to Mingnan and the others reluctantly.

After apologizing, he didn't even wait for them to speak and just dragged Erbao away.

Even from a distance away, I could still hear Erbao's voice asking for a wife.

Gao Shuangbin rolled his eyes, "What bad luck."

Lin Jing sighed, patted his shoulder and said, "Forget it. You can't even reason with a fool. This is good enough. Thank you."

The village chief also smiled apologetically and said, "I'm sorry to have wronged you, but I have no choice. Erbao's mother is unreasonable and Erbao is a fool. If he is pushed into a corner, he will dare to do anything. We have to be lenient with him."

Yan Zhen said sternly, "If he doesn't come, we won't bother looking for him again. If he comes to harass us again, don't try to persuade him. We won't let him go no matter what."

"Hey, hey, that's right." The village chief waved his hands, "It's almost noon, you haven't eaten yet, right? It just so happens that the little boy of the Liu family in the east end of our village is having a full-month banquet, let's go and share in the joy."

Full moon wine?

Jiang Man subconsciously looked at Mingnan.

Mingnan raised his eyebrows, the plot was about to begin.

Li Yiming, who had been pretending to be dumb before, was now more talkative. He pretended to be embarrassed and said, "We are outsiders and we don't know them. It's not good for us to eat for free, right?"

But looking at his eyes, it was clear that he wanted to go.

The village chief said: "Hey, how come you are an outsider? Everyone who comes is a guest. We don't care about so many things in our village. Just go and have a drink to calm down. It's a rare wedding in our village. The food and wine are delicious and it's very lively."

"That's great." Li Yiming rubbed his hands impatiently.

Zhang Yan asked: "Should we give a gift?"

Upon hearing the word "gift", Li Yiming's smile froze instantly.

Mingnan couldn't help but roll his eyes when he saw it.

This guy is mean, stingy, and has a bad temper. What does Zhang Yan want from him?

205: [He is a jerk, he is a thief, he is thicker than a city wall. ]

Mingnan deeply believes this, [Insightful. ]

"No need to bring a gift." The village chief smiled generously and cast an expectant look at Mingnan and the others. "What about you? Are you coming? I asked them to reserve a table. It would be a waste if you don't come."

Before Mingnan could say anything, An Jiale grabbed her arm and said, "Go, go, go. You have to go."

She also held Lin Jing's other hand. Lin Jing was not good at refusing people, so he smiled awkwardly and agreed.

Since all the girls have gone, it is impossible for the boys not to go.

Yan Zhen nodded and said, "In that case, let's all go."

Lao Zhou smiled, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and said vaguely: "I haven't drunk for a long time. I'm really a little greedy."

The village chief patted his chest and promised, "I will definitely let you drink enough."

He gave the people behind him a look, and the villagers gathered around him, surrounding them as they walked forward. "Okay, let's go together. It will be so lively."

"Come on, don't be shy. We are all friends after drinking."

"Don't worry about what happened just now. We will make amends with wine."

The group chatted and laughed as they walked towards the east of the village.

The wind blew fallen leaves across the ground as they walked.

Mingnan seemed to realize something and suddenly turned around.

It was quiet all around, nothing was there.

…

A simple shed has been built outside Old Liu's house.

The dark blue rainproof plastic sheet rustled in the wind. There were more than a dozen large round tables inside, with many people sitting down one after another.

A stove was set up next to the shed, a large pot was placed on it, and a fire was started to heat up the oil. Several cooks in aprons were busy working.

Smoke and the smell of oil drifted out along the edge of the plastic shed and into the gray sky.

The noisy voices came from far away, mixed with accents and dialects that Mingnan could hardly understand. It sounded like he was listening to a foreign language.

Someone saw them coming and immediately nudged the people around him. Then one person told two people, two people told three people, and the villagers who were chatting and laughing in the shed all looked over.

The chatter died down and grew quieter as they approached.

The atmosphere became inexplicably tense.

Ming Nanxin was lifted up, but his shoulders suddenly felt depressed. He turned around and saw that it was Lin Jing.

Lin Jing leaned close to her and whispered, "Sister Nan, do you think their eyes are weird?"

An Jiale next to him said: "It's okay. I was curious to see so many strangers at once."

"Really..." Lin Jing said unconfidently, "Maybe I'm just being too sensitive."

Mingnan disagreed and whispered, "It's right to be sensitive in a place like this."

As they approached, some people looked away, but others stared at them intently.

That gaze seemed to be substantial, not like he was looking at a person, but more like he was examining some goods.

Especially since it was not just one person watching, but a group of people. No matter what color or appearance their upward-looking faces were, those pitch-black eyeballs were following them closely.

It makes people feel uncomfortable.

Mingnan looked back coldly, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

There were a few men who were smiling playfully, but after being stared at by Mingnan for two seconds, their smiles gradually disappeared, and they finally turned their heads away uncomfortably.

It was not until they entered the room that the noise behind them became lively again, accompanied by some inexplicable laughter.

"Come, your place is here——"

The village chief led them into the yard and pointed to a large round table in front of the house and said, "It might be a bit crowded for nine of you to sit here. How about one of you sit at the table next to it?"