Farmer’s Blessed Girl

The Zhang family shoved everything that could be eaten on the table into their stomachs or arms with the gust of wind sweeping the leaves, and they ate all the food on the table in less than a quarter of an hour.

Not to mention Zhou Daliang and Zhou Dahong, who were in charge of serving dishes and delivering steamed buns, and Fang Shi and others, who were secretly looking here from the kitchen, were all stunned.

Mrs. Fang believed that she had been at the old Zhou family long enough. If nothing else, she had spent a year in the old Zhou family.

She has passed all the relatives that the old Zhou family is leaving, but she never remembers such a person.

Mrs Fang swallowed her saliva and asked Mrs He who was beside her, "Sister-in-law three, this, this family is grandma's family?"

He glanced out and whispered, "You'll get used to it after watching it a few more times. It'll be right to avoid them when you see them in the future."

"Eating in such a hurry, will you burp?" Mr. Fang said uncertainly.

Who would have guessed that when she finished speaking, several members of the Zhang family hiccups over there, but they seemed to be accustomed to it and didn't care. How did you get on?"

Zhou Dahong immediately stepped forward, "The dishes to be served on each table are fixed, and so are the steamed buns. I have added an extra basket of steamed buns for you. If you don't believe me, look at the baskets on other tables."

The Zhang family looked subconsciously and found that the basket on the fifth table was one less than theirs.

Zhou Dahong curled his lips and said, "Last year was a disaster year. This year, no one has a good time. The meals at each table are fixed, and you are still not full after hiccups."

"We ate the child and haven't eaten yet."

"Then take out the steamed buns in your arms for the children to eat."

Boss Zhang subconsciously covered his chest.

The Zhang family scolded, and Zhou Dahong put the tray of dishes on the table heavily, and the young people sitting on the side of the table stood up in unison, staring at them with bright eyes.

Hmph, just when the gangsters in Qili Village were made of mud?

In the past three years, they were the No. 1 figure who had dominated both inside and outside of Qili Village!

Of course, most of them are now families, fathers to children!

Either holding the child, or the Zhang family members who were not young all quieted for a moment, then sat down again without saying a word.

Zhou Dahong was satisfied and snorted: "We're going to close the table, let's make a move, make a move."

This is very rude, at least no one will treat guests like this.

The Pianzhang family has always been bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, so at this time they dare not speak out.

Zhang Lao Er looked around to talk to Lao Zhoutou to reason, but found that the couple who were still in the mourning hall didn't know where they were going, and the cousins ​​sitting on both sides were as if they couldn't see them being embarrassed.

Zhang Lao Er was angry and rolled up his sleeves to go to them and reason with them. As a result, his grandson came in from outside, grabbed his clothes and said, "Grandpa, grandpa, there is a lot of food outside."

Zhang Lao Er narrowed his eyes, followed him to the door, and as soon as he went out, he saw that he was walking along the road ahead, and there were at least twenty tables, each with steamed buns and vegetables, and they They had a different way of eating the same way they were fighting just now. They all ate while talking.

Zhang Lao Er also saw Uncle Qian with sharp eyes!

He narrowed his eyes and turned back to find his elder brother.

At this time, it was past noon, and the old Zhou family was also hungry. Uncle Lai asked his son to inform the filial sons and grandsons who were guarding the spirits to go to dinner first.

Zhou Dalang and the others went to the kitchen to get some steamed buns to eat. Man Bao was standing in the middle of several tall brothers, and had already reached their chests, and a steamed bun was stuffed in her hand.

Mrs Fang gave her a spoonful of vegetarian dishes and explained, "Sister-in-law said, you are not allowed to eat meat."

Man Bao nodded in understanding and asked, "Then do we still have to keep filial piety for three years?"

"Cough cough..." Not to mention Wuwulang and others, even Zhou Dalang choked, and quickly poured himself a mouthful of water: "No, no, if you don't want to eat meat, just give up for three or four days."

In fact, there are not so many things in the countryside. Old Zhoutou didn't think about it at first, because he didn't shy away from it even when his parents died.

At that time, if a piece of meat could be found in the remaining meals at home, his sadness would be softened, not to mention that he would deliberately not eat meat.

After reading the book, he asked with a worried face last night if their family would not eat meat for three years, and if the fifth uncle would not be able to marry a wife for three years...

It was the first time that Zhou Dalang and Xiao Qian heard such a statement, so they were shocked.

In general, marriage and banquets are not allowed. Isn't this what the county magistrate stipulates only when the emperor is dead?

In fact, they did it in the countryside, no one complained, and the county magistrate didn't know, let alone the emperor who didn't know where he was.

Therefore, when the previous emperor died, although there were regulations not to marry and feast, but during the festival, everyone should still eat meat, drink and drink, and say kiss and kiss...

Man Bao scratched his head and suddenly realized, "I see, the book says parents, this is our uncle, so it's different."

After hearing this, the six brothers became complicated in their hearts, and their eyes became complicated. Shirou Lang hesitated and said, "Manbao, why don't you try not to eat meat for three years?"

On Tuesday, Lang patted him on the head: "Don't make up your mind, what should I do if Man Bao is ill? It's hard for the family to raise her like this."

Man Bao also touched his chubby belly, hesitantly said, "I heard that the emperor only observes three months of filial piety, and one month is one year."

"Yeah, you are a fairy, isn't it a year for a fairy?" Thursday said, "You should just keep it for three days, and treat it as three years."

Man Bao asked, "Why don't you just keep me as long as you keep it?"

Zhou Dalang said: "Let's keep it together, that's our uncle, and we should be filial."

"Okay!" Man Bao nodded seriously, "Let's guard together."

Just as he was talking, Zhang Lao Er rushed in from the outside, and saw that Zhou Dalang's brothers were holding steamed buns in their hands, and there seemed to be many in the kitchen behind him, his eyes flashed slightly, and people were about to squeeze in. Go, "Dalang, what are you doing hiding here, my cousin can't find you when he looks for it..."

Zhou Dalang and Wednesday Lang immediately blocked in front of Zhang Lao Er, and Tuesday Lang cooperated with the tacit understanding and stuffed half of the steamed buns in his hand into Thursday Lang's mouth, then stepped forward to support Zhang Lao Er, while exerting great strength to put him in his mouth. Helping him outside, he said with a smile: "Second cousin, if you don't tell me I'm going to find you, I was just about to whisper to you. Do you remember the food you borrowed from our family a few years ago?"

Zhang Lao Er stiffened and said, "When, why don't I know?"