A gentle breeze is blowing, and the time is just right.
When the food was ready, the sun hung high on the mountaintop, reluctant to set.
The neighbors on both sides contributed their own tables and chairs, which were engraved with their own marks.
To avoid mixing up your own tables and chairs with others' after you've finished eating.
The food Zhao Hu prepared wasn't very good.
A plate of wild vegetables, a plate of boiled eggs, plus half a roast chicken and steamed cured meat.
It's just a banquet.
The meal consisted of bean rice, made with various beans and rice, which satisfied the villagers.
They had only ever seen such banquets when landlords celebrated their grand birthdays.
As for food, that's something I wouldn't even dare to think about.
A bunch of peasants, how could they be so lucky as to eat such good food?
If your mouth is even slightly oily, you can brag about it to the whole village.
Everyone who sees them will say that they are well-off and can afford to eat meat.
After all, most of the time, the villagers of Zhao Family Village could only eat dry rice during the busy farming season.
Throughout the year, they basically ate two meals of thin porridge with wild vegetables, just enough to fill their stomachs and keep them from dying.
After everyone was seated, they heard the sixth brother shout from afar, "Third brother, I've invited Dad over."
When Zhao Hu saw his grandfather approaching, he quickly stood up and went to greet him.
"Grandpa, your unfilial grandson kowtows to you."
Old Zhao watched as his grandson, dressed in official robes, strode over and knelt down to kowtow to him, his eyes welling up with tears.
"Good boy, good boy."
Zhao Hu kowtowed deeply, then quickly stood up and helped his grandfather to the main seat.
He sat in the lower seat to accompany them.
Knowing that his father loved wine, he specially brought out two jugs of wine from the house.
"Grandpa, try the green ant wine from Tongfu Inn."
Upon hearing the words "Green Ant Wine," Zhao Laosi, the village chief, couldn't help but gasp.
"Tsk tsk tsk, old man, it's Tiger who still thinks of you. This wine costs one tael of silver a pot, it's quite expensive."
Old Zhao looked at the two jugs of wine on the table with a smile, and then at his grandson with his resolute face, he couldn't help but like him.
"You're wasting money. I would be happy if you bought some ordinary rice wine to show your respect to Grandpa. This is too expensive. Take it back and return it."
Zhao Hu took the wine pot from his grandfather and peeled off the seal: "Grandpa, once this wine is opened, it can't be returned. You should drink it."
Old Zhao sighed and pointed at his grandson, saying, "You've always been full of clever ideas since you were little."
"Don't worry, Grandpa. Your grandson's monthly salary is enough for you to drink a pot of wine every day. What are you afraid of?"
Zhao Hu took the old man's bowl, filled it to the brim with rice, and handed it over, adding a chicken leg on top: "Besides, as a junior, if you earn so much money and don't respect your parents and elders, wouldn't you be a beast?"
Upon hearing this, the villagers burst into laughter.
Zhao Hu's parents had red eyes.
After laughing, several women said to their children, "Did you hear that? Learn from your brother Tiger. Although he was naughty when he was young, he became smart when he grew up. He not only became successful, but also knows how to be filial to his parents."
The other villagers also whispered among themselves, praising Zhao Hu for his filial piety, which made Old Man Zhao feel extremely pleased.
Although they have many children and are one of the wealthiest families in the village.
But the fact that everyone was still digging for food in the fields made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.
My ancestors started out with Emperor Taizu of Zhou. Although they were just guerrilla generals, they were still quite wealthy.
But starting with his generation, things slowly began to decline.
Now, apart from him having served as a soldier, his other descendants have become ordinary people, which makes Old Man Zhao feel ashamed to face his ancestors in the afterlife.
But things are better now. At least their grandson is doing well, so even if he dies now, he can face his deceased parents with dignity.
Thinking of this, Old Zhao poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip with a smile, then picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks and invited the others to eat.
Seeing the eldest elder start eating, Zhao Hu stood up and said to the other villagers, "Eat, eat! Everyone must eat their fill. The dishes aren't that great, but there's plenty of rice."
"Okay, Tiger is generous."
The most mischievous Er Gou couldn't wait any longer. As soon as the old man picked up his chopsticks, he grabbed the bowl and started stuffing food into his mouth.
She even picked out the fattest piece of cured pork from the pile and put it in her bowl, afraid that someone else would snatch it away.
"You dog, you've never eaten meat before, have you?"
Seeing his son's eating habits, Zhao Laosi couldn't help but slap him.
Zhao Ergou looked up and smiled, then took a bite of the fatty meat.
The aroma of lard mixed with cured meat filled my mouth as I chewed. The steamed, tender fat melted in just a few bites and was swallowed down my throat.
As oil and fat enter the stomach, the body, lacking nutrition, is like parched land being moistened by rain.
Every part of the body is vying for that little bit of oil in the belly, and then letting out a joyful shout.
"Delicious, really delicious."
Zhao Ergou's eyes were red, and he almost shed tears.
This was the first time he had ever eaten such a large piece of fatty meat, and the feeling made him feel very happy.
Other villagers also put cured meat in their bowls, the glistening fat serving their own children while they themselves ate the lean meat.
Because in their eyes, fatty meat is the most oily and nutritious.
This kind of good stuff should be saved for our own kids.
The lean meat is dry and tough, so I'll just have to make do with it.
As for bones, that's something only dogs eat; who would gnaw on bones?
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