The welcoming team included both young and old, and everyone looked like they were dancing the yangge, with red silk tied around their waists. Some held gongs in their hands, and some held small drums, making it look very lively.
Su Nian suddenly saw several familiar faces in the crowd. They were all her playmates in Kaoshantun. However, these people had been working for many years and had aged a lot. Their haggard appearance made Su Nian feel sad.
"I didn't expect everyone to age so quickly!" Su Nian was very emotional. He opened the car window and waved gently to the people outside.
The villagers did not recognize Su Nian. Judging from her appearance, Su Nian was still a young girl in her twenties.
Seeing the distinguished guest waving to them, the villagers beat drums and gongs even harder.
This kind of welcome is quite rare. The luxury cars coming from behind opened their windows and greeted the villagers one after another.
Soon everyone arrived at where they would be staying tonight.
Some villagers have moved out of the village and their houses have become vacant. Under Hu Hongde's arrangement, the village chief cleaned up these houses and used them for tourists to live in.
The courtyards of the houses in the mountains are all built with large bluestones, and the houses are made of blue bricks fired in earthen kilns. They look simple and old in color, and a sense of vicissitudes of life hits you as you enter.
In addition, the village chief deliberately selected those old wooden furniture, which gave the tourists a feeling that after stepping into the yard, it was as if they had really returned to the last century.
The sleeping areas were all earthen kangs covered with beddings. The beddings were brand new, mainly because the guests were of very noble status. If they were given old quilts, I'm afraid half of them would run away.
The sun had already set by this time.
Everyone ate in the largest courtyard.
The richest family in the village once lived in this yard, so the ground was paved with bluestone. Although old, it was very clean. There was a small square table and small benches. In a snow-white basket was steaming white steamed buns, and there was another basket filled with grains such as corn, peanuts, sweet potatoes, and potatoes.
The millet and multi-grain porridge contains various beans, which are stewed until they are soft, glutinous and sweet, with a large red date popping out occasionally. There is also a pot of pickled goose eggs on the table, and when you crack them open you find red cores inside.
The guests were stunned by these two main dishes alone, and then various wild side dishes were served. They looked very rough, but they tasted extremely delicious. The tofu was freshly ground by hand, and it had a mellow fragrance even when eaten raw. The main dish was bamboo shoots stewed with wild boar meat.
Han Qing's eyes lit up when he saw this dish. He gestured for Hu Hongde to come over and asked him quietly, "Are there still wild boars in the mountains now?"
Hu Hongde shook his head and pointed to the plate on the table. "That meat is from a wild boar and a domestic pig, raised in a pen!"
Han Qing nodded regretfully. To be honest, he had a particularly deep memory of the wild boar that had hurt him. He had been thinking about when to find an opportunity to go into the mountains to avenge his past humiliation. He didn't expect that before he could take revenge, the wild boars in the mountains were wiped out.
This farm meal was so delicious that everyone burped throughout the meal. Especially the ladies who were clamoring to lose weight, they forgot that they had to diet and eat in fixed amounts, and drank several bowls of porridge in a row.
After dinner, someone brought over a large basket of red candles.
In fact, Laowan Township has had electricity for a long time. The reason why everyone was asked to use candles was to keep the earthy flavor going. Sure enough, everyone at the scene found it very interesting. They picked up candles enthusiastically and went to their rooms.
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