Jumping beam clown mixed history

When Chuan Shan and Geng Er, together with the idiots and Da Hei, ran to Xinjinghu Mansion to eat Bawang's meal shamelessly, Wang Gang had already summoned all the villagers to the wheat threshing ground.

"...Over the past few years, everyone should ask themselves, what kind of life are we living? And what kind of life is the Hu family living?" Wang Gang clenched his fists and shouted loudly to the villagers of Dayan Village.

There was obvious hatred and hatred on the faces of the villagers.

Wang Gang continued emotionally: "In other villages, some people lived by robbing or even selling other people's children, but look at what those villages are like now? Don't say that outsiders dare not attack those villages, they are locals. The shopkeepers are all around them! Those villages whose children have been stolen go to those villages every day to fight desperately, and everyone steals each other’s children and women for revenge. How many villages are fighting each other like this?”

A man who looked sloppy and couldn't tell his age called out in an impatient tone: "Li Zheng, what's the use of saying this? Everyone knows this truth, but what else can we do?" What to do? The fields can’t grow anything, people don’t want people to work in the city, and we have to pay if we don’t pay for the construction of the river. If it weren’t for the fact that life is impossible, who would rob and sell children? Well, don’t Having said so much, didn’t you say that the pair of brothers gave a pack of snacks? Didn’t you say that you want to share it with the children? Hurry up and share it! It’s freezing cold.”

"That's right, our baby is so greedy that he's drooling, big brother, share it quickly!" A woman who looked very old shouted loudly around a torn quilt.There were three children standing beside her, and the youngest child hid in the quilt and pulled the skirt of her underwear, sucking his thumb.

The family didn't have any complete clothes on them. The woman and child came out wrapped in a torn quilt, and her man was wearing the only set of cotton clothes in the family, with straw tied around his legs.

The three children huddled together around their mother, shivering from the cold.If it weren't for the news that there was food, the three children who couldn't work would have been nestled on the kang at home until the beginning of March.

During this period, some children with weak health often die in their sleep because of hunger and cold, and they will never see the spring of the next year.

Several middle-aged men surrounding Wang Gang looked at each other, and Uncle Bo Yu gave Wang Gang a wink.

Wang Gang was helpless, every time he wanted to encourage everyone to rebel, but almost every time he didn't do what he wanted.I don't know if the people here are too simple and honest, or they are born muddy, they just want to get by, they are forced to this level, and they still have the idea of ​​​​continuing to suffer.

Sometimes he couldn't help thinking: Give up, they don't work hard to survive, so why do you care so much?Your own parents were dragged to death by the people of this village, do you want to follow in their footsteps?

But... he can even give advice to two strange bearded brothers to avoid disasters, so how could he see these folks and relatives and friends go to a dead end little by little?

It is impossible for him to leave them alone, just like his grandparents did for generations.

"Okay, according to the number of dolls in the family, let's divide this package of snacks. The adults will not divide this time, and share it with the children. Maybe this stutter can make the children live for two more days."

None of the villagers objected. It's useless for adults to eat these two bites, so it's better to save them for children.

During this period of time, many children died, and some girls were killed by their parents just after they were born, in order to save food for the family.

Parents who kill their children don't feel any guilt. In their minds, these children won't grow up anyway, so it's better to die early and be reborn early, so as not to come to the world to suffer.

As Lizheng, Wang Gang is unable to help these families, so he cannot stop them from doing so.

Sighing, Wang Gang unwrapped the wrapping cloth on the spot on a wooden table with rotten legs dragged over to show that he was not corrupt at all.

As soon as the package was opened, there was a sweet smell of mung bean cake and rich meat pie, which almost made the half-starved villagers all rush forward.

It is strange to say that in such a cold day, even freshly made dim sum should be cold by now, but this pack of dim sum was still steaming when it was opened.

Wang Gang couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then swallowed hard.

This place is really not made by humans. Not only must it be fair and just, but it also has to forcibly distribute the food and watch others eat it when you are hungry!

The villagers of Dayan Village all had red eyes, staring at the package, subconsciously pushing forward little by little.

Some children in the front row shook off the adults' hands, regardless of the cold, and threw their bare buttocks on the rotten wooden table.

Fortunately, there were a few adults watching at the wooden table, and quickly pulled these hungry and red-eyed brats away.

Wang Gang saw that the situation was not good, so he quickly shouted: "Don't mess around! Every child under the age of 12 has a share. Whoever dares to snatch it, his family will not get points. If there are no children under the age of 12 in the family, don't come up." The extra will be given to the elderly in the village.”

Because of this sentence, the adults of all households hurriedly held back their dolls who were about to move.And when they heard that the older children who are under the age of 12 can only get food, all of them showed expressions of envy and jealousy.

After barely maintaining order, Wang Gang counted both mung bean cakes and meat pies.

There are two hundred small pieces of mung bean cake wrapped in three oiled paper bags.

There are a hundred patties the size of an adult man's palm and one finger thick.

Wang Gang did not expect so much food to be placed in such a small package, especially the one hundred meatloaf, placed in a high pile on the wrapping cloth, which looked extremely attractive.

Afraid of soiling the food, Wang Gang didn't move the things, so he put them on the wrapping cloth and began to share the food.

At any rate, Dayan Village still has nearly 12 households. Coupled with the strange law that the poorer you are, the more children you have, there are 96 children under the age of [-] in the entire village.

Wang Gang confirmed the number of people again, and one child gave two small pieces of mung bean cake and a piece of meat pie.

"Oh, it smells so good! It's delicious!"

The children who received the food were of all shapes and sizes, and their happiness was common, but their performances were different.

Some children are greedy, and immediately put food into their mouths, without even thinking about running back to their parents to eat again.

Some children got the food, endured the tempting aroma, ran to their parents quickly, and handed the food to the parents again, "Father, mother, look, meatloaf! Eat it."

"Good boy, what a good boy of my mother! You eat by yourself, be good, finish eating quickly, don't leave any leftovers."

Some children eat a little by themselves, and share the rest with their siblings or good friends.

"Big brother, second brother, big hall brother, try it, the meatloaf is delicious!"

The brothers smiled and squinted their eyes, and the wicked one took a small bite from the meatloaf.

"Sister An'an, I'll give you mung bean cake."

"Maomao is so nice, one bite is enough for sister, you can eat the rest."

"No snatching! This is mine, wow──!" There were also two children who wanted to snatch someone else's after eating, but they were taken to the back by the adults to teach them a lesson.

Noisily dividing the food in half, Uncle Bo Yu suddenly let out a "huh".

Wang Gang turned to look at him.

"Lizheng, look!" Uncle Boyu didn't speak, but the young villager pointed to the opened package on the table, and whispered to Wang Gang in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Wang Gang followed the finger of the young villager.

The mung bean cakes and meat pies were piled up on the spread cloth, and there was nothing wrong with it, and even the meat pies were still smelling hot.

etc?Hot?

Wang Gang recalled that the patties he shared just now seemed to be hot all the time, but how could this be possible?

Not to mention how long it took for the package to be in your hand, it has been a little while since you unwrapped it. How could it be still warm in such a cold day?

Wang Gang reached out and touched the meatloaf in disbelief.

...It's hot, it's really hot!

"Lizheng, do you see it? These things..." The young villagers seemed to be extremely excited, and they held Wang Gang's arm tremblingly and couldn't speak.

Wang Gang looked at the pile of meat pies and mung bean cakes, and something flashed through his mind.Suddenly!Wang Gang's eyes widened.

Now that he was allotted, seeing that there were not many dolls left, why did the meat pies and mung bean cakes on the wrapping cloth not decrease at all?

Wang Gang raised his hand and rubbed his eyes desperately.

The young villager trembled and whispered: "Lizheng, you also found out? What, what's going on? I can't see at night, so can't it be during the day?"

"Uncle Boyu?" Wang Gang looked at the middle-aged man.

Uncle Bo Yu frowned, as if he was thinking about something.

Wang Gang pulled another villager who was guarding the table next to him, pointed to the wrapping cloth on the table and asked, "Did you see it?"

"What?" The villager froze for a moment, but did not respond.

Wang Gang was so anxious that he pulled the big Gazi who had been silent by the side again, "Ghazi, look!"

"What are you looking at?" Big Gazi said angrily.He carried the old lady back with all his hard work, and was complained by the little old lady, and now he is on fire.

"Look... there were so many before I divided it, but it still seems to be so much now? Can you see if I got it wrong?"

Wang Gang was so excited that he forgot to keep his voice down. After what Wang Gang said, several villagers guarding the wooden table, including Da Gazi, gathered around the table curiously and began to examine it carefully.

The children who didn't get any food started to make a fuss, and Wang Gang hurriedly worked with several adults to send the rest of the children away.

And those mung bean cakes and meat pies seemed to have only decreased a little.

"Lizheng, did you count correctly?" Some villagers doubted.

"How could I count wrong! I counted twice! Uncle Bo Yu also helped count once. Could it be that both of us counted wrong?" Wang Gang yelled.

"What's going on? What's the name over there?" Some people who were too cold were already planning to go home, but when they saw the commotion at the wooden table, they all looked back.

"Whether there is a mistake in counting or not, there are still so many things, how do we divide them up?" Big Gazi swallowed.

Wang Gang gritted his teeth, "Distribute to the elderly in the village. Many of them have been drinking water for several days in order to save rations. Distribute the food to each family and let them take it back to the elders of the elders. Orphans and widows , we send it!"

I heard that there is still a lot of food left, which can be distributed to the elderly in the family. While feeling strange, everyone gathered around happily.

This time, Wang Gang and the others paid special attention to observation, but...all kinds of wild guesses came to nothing, and the mung bean cake and meat pie on the furoshiki were about to bottom out.

For food, Chuanshan Geng'er didn't delay all the way, Dahei spread his hooves, and arrived in Xinjing in a short while.

Xinjing only opened four city gates. Chuanshan and the others entered through the north gate and found that the spirit of the guards here was much better than that of Linyao City.

Chuanshan took out the ID card and the entry fee he had prepared and handed it to the city gate guard, who ordered the carriage to be opened.

In the carriage, the little idiot was sleeping soundly.

When the guard saw that there was a child, his expression immediately became tense. One of the guards stepped on the mule cart, looked inside carefully, and carefully compared it with the portrait in his hand.

"Brother, has a family lost a child?" Chuanshan asked.

The guard who was sizing up the little idiot heard the question and looked back at Chuanshan. He probably felt that he looked like "one of his own people", so he replied with a gentle face: "It's an adult's child who lost it. But it doesn't matter. It's none of your business, you'd better not ask more questions."

Chuanshan nodded, "Understood."

"I think you look like you have been a soldier. Brother, let me say one more thing about a piece of incense. Don't say that you are just a small businessman now. Even if you are a member of one party now. When you arrive in the capital, what should not be said, Don't ask nonsense about things you shouldn't ask, understand?"

"Understood, thank you for your guidance." Chuanshan clasped his fists.

The guard got off the mule cart, pointed to Geng Er meaningfully, and said to Chuan Shan: "Take care of your brother, don't let him run around in Beijing alone."

Geng Er was taken aback, why?

Chuan Shan seemed to understand immediately, and clasped his fists again: "Thank you!"

The guard waved his hand to let him go.

A city gate separated the two heavens.

The new capital seems to be completely unaffected by the war outside, and it is even more lively and prosperous than the original old capital, and more people are living in a state of intoxication. Those princes and nobles still live in a luxury that ordinary people can't match. Life.

The little idiot who had changed into new clothes was full of sleep and climbed out of the carriage by himself.

Geng Er hugged him to his side and sat down.

The little idiot wears an ear clip given to him by his second father on his ear. Passers-by will only have a vague impression when they see him, and they will not take a closer look at him, but the stupid look cannot be concealed.

And Geng Er, who lost his ear clip and blurred appearance...

Chuanshan was secretly unhappy. His second turtle had grown up and lost weight, and troubles were coming. Even the guards at the city gate thought that something would happen to him with his appearance, but Geng Er seemed to be in those situations again. Pervert favorite age group.

But he wasn't displeased that Geng Er was attracting others, but he was displeased that his precious tortoise was being coveted by others, especially those with dirty eyes. Looking at him, he wanted to gouge out the eyes of those bastards.

It is not easy for Dahei in the capital to walk too fast, so he can only walk slowly along the road to Hu's mansion.

"Do you think they know that the Xi Dynasty is going to end?" Geng Er watched a young man in fresh clothes and angry horses lead a group of servants in front of him, and wherever the group of people passed by, passers-by flocked dodge.

"The more people who know the inside story, the more at ease." Chuanshan sneered, "That fellow Hu Yu talked about ruling across the river with Lang Guo. These people probably think that as long as Lang Guo doesn't cross the river, their good life can continue. go down."

"Poor ordinary people, all of them are in panic all day long. There are so many people who fled from the north on the road."

"It's very difficult to come from the north now. Many parts of the Xijiang River are blocked, and many people who sneak across the river are killed."

"Don't ask the purpose? Kill both sides?"

"Regardless of the purpose, both sides are killing Xichao people, including Jiang's side."

Geng Er was silent.There are many reasons for his silence, one of which is that since he entered the city, many people have been peeping at him, or simply looking at him blatantly, and it has been a long time since he has been stared at by so many people like this, which makes him a little small do not adapt.Maybe he should keep eating himself a little rounder?

Hu Mansion is located on the left side of the palace, it looks like a part of the palace.

Geng Er was sitting on the high eaves, his mouth full of greasy food.

Because of taste problems, Dahei asked his two fathers to get the best soybeans and shochu, and went to eat alone with a basket of raw eggs.

The little idiot was hanging on the invisibility amulet given to him by his second father, holding a quail in his two small hands and gnawed hard.

Chuan Shan wiped Geng Er's mouth with his sleeve, and said helplessly, "You have eaten four of these eight-treasure ducks just now, can we change them?"

"This is delicious! Ah, I almost forgot, give them a taste too." With a wave of Geng's hand, the 96 eight-treasure ducks on the eaves were reduced by half.At the same time, in order to prevent the villagers of Dayan Village from being overwhelmed by their stomachs, the kind-hearted Geng Er also asked Qi Mo to bring some medicinal powder and sprinkle them on the villagers.

The demon is very loyal as an invisible porter.

"Is this Hu family rich?" Geng Er asked.

"Of course, otherwise, do you think that ordinary people can set up a hundred banquet tables casually? Look at these prepared dishes, not counting the twenty tables for VIP seats, but the eighty tables for ordinary guests. At 20 taels of silver."

After paying compensation to the people of Luojia Village, Geng Er had a general understanding of the proportion and importance of money, and was immediately surprised when he heard the words: "What about the VIP seats?"

Chuanshan directly picked up a huge casserole, scooped up a spoonful of fresh soup, "Come, try this old hen stewed with ginseng. This is wild ginseng that is at least ten years old, and it is still a whole root."

"Very expensive?"

"Very expensive!" Chuanshan affirmed.

Geng Er immediately opened his mouth wide, waiting for the feeding.

"tasty?"

Geng Er smacked his mouth and commented: "It's okay, but it's not as delicious as yours. Your chicken soup is even better than this without ginseng."

Chuan Shan smiled, "The cost of this pot alone is at least three to forty taels of silver, not to mention that there are seafood that are hard to see in the inland at the VIP seats."

Speaking of this, Chuanshan couldn't help being jealous.If he hadn't taken the path of becoming a cultivator, he might never have the chance to eat seafood in his whole life.Well, not to mention eating seafood and not practicing, he has already died in the black prison under Yunshan Mountain.

Geng Er thought of Dayan Village, "Dayan Village is close to the capital, and the terrain is so good, even if the land is barren, if Hu Xiaoji is willing to manage it well, the local people will not even be able to eat."

"How can Hu Yu and his son control so much? It doesn't matter to them whether the people can have enough to eat, as long as they can eat enough to eat well."

"Abandon the root and chase the end."

"And...do you believe that Hu Yu and his son don't know about the fact that my servant is collecting wedding money outside?"

"real?"

"Look, Hu's Mansion is in Xinjing. Even if Dayan Village is near Xinjing, it's nearly two hundred miles away. Normally, would you go there to collect wedding money? Moreover, a village doesn't even know if it can be collected. Ten or twenty taels of silver. Would the Hu family care about such a small amount of money?"

"Are you saying that someone is using the name of the Hu family to pretend to be a tiger and to bully others?"

"Yes! If the head of the family is not good at restraint and control, the more powerful the servants are, the more terrifying they are. These people don't know how to build a good reputation for the master. They will only use the power of the master to exploit the people even more. For example, Dayan Village, if I expected That’s right, it’s just the small leader of the Hu family’s domestic slaves in the local farm. This kind of farm slave is not even considered a second-class domestic slave in the Hu family.”

"No wonder they keep scolding Old Dog Liu or something."

"The Hu family is hateful, and those house slaves who dominate others are even more hateful!"

Geng Er saw that his little devil suddenly poured a large casserole soup into his stomach, stretched out his hand and touched his head, and comforted him: "Don't be angry, I'll give you twenty 2000-year-old wild ginseng, you can do whatever you want Cook and eat."

"...Really?" When did this little air turtle become so generous?

Geng Er hesitated for a moment, "Maybe you need to discuss it with them, you know that ginseng over a thousand years old can easily form spiritual intelligence, and the twenty roots here have not yet fully enlightened wisdom, but they already have clearer emotional divisions. Do you want it?"

I knew you were fake and generous, and you came to paint me cakes to satisfy my hunger, right?

Chuan Shan waved his hand, and said generously: "Forget it, you can keep it. Even if you really gave it to me, I wouldn't dare to eat it. As a demon cultivator, I even ate twenty 2000-year-old Zhiling ginseng. When crossing the catastrophe, it would be strange if Tianlei didn't double down and chase me."

"Light..." the little idiot interrupted suddenly.

"What light? Have you finished eating the quail? Here, I'll give you some sweet soup, be careful of it being hot." Chuanshan wiped the child's mouth, and brought a cup of sweet soup for him to hold, and slowly ate it with a spoon.

The child eats with great difficulty and spills all over the place.

Geng Er leaned closer to Chuan Shan, "Well, I'll ask them for some beard seeds for you to refine medicine in the future, add some honey, and if you don't eat them, you can use them as bigu pills."

Chuanshan said that he is not demanding, and it is okay to have such a little sweetness.To express his relief, he immediately picked up another casserole and continued to feed his little turtle, occasionally taking a sip himself.

At this moment, Hu Youcai, the second housekeeper of the Hu family, was rushing to the kitchen. For today's wedding banquet, they brought in all the famous chefs in the capital besides the chefs from the Hu residence.

The daughter-in-law married by the Hu family today is of high status, and most of the guests who came were of high status, and his young prince also repeatedly ordered... In any case, there must be no mistakes in today's wedding banquet.

In order to present the wedding banquet perfectly in front of the guests, after the menu was confirmed, the Hu family kitchen has been busy since half a month ago, and the chef who prepared the main course moved into the house five days ago.

Seeing that the little prince has gone out to meet the bride, the guests have arrived in twos and threes, and the banquet is about to start, Hu Youcai, who is in charge of the wedding banquet, can't sit still anymore, ignoring the bribes that Baba sent to the door, hurried to the kitchen, while Walking away in a hurry, he muttered: "Don't make any mistakes today, please! God bless you!"

On the other side of the kitchen, there was also a person running to Hu Youcai's courtyard, sweating profusely.

The two gradually got closer and closer.

On the eaves of Mansion Hu's master's house, Chuanshan stopped drinking chicken soup and started drinking. After two sips, he picked up the boy beside him and started playing hooligans.

Geng Er took out a Thunder Talisman, and stuck it on his forehead with a "ba chi".If my apprentice is still alive, you dare to mess around!

"That little idiot knows fart." Chuan Shan took off the Thunder Talisman and stuffed it into his bosom, hooked his little chubby tortoise, and chatted while peeking into his clothes with his eyes: "This chicken soup tastes okay, but it tastes like There's always something missing."

"That's because your body doesn't need it anymore." Geng Er put down the gnawed duck rack, opened the small clay pot containing the lion's head, poked one into his mouth with the jade chopsticks that came along, and poked it again by the way To poke someone's dishonest hand.

A certain person was poked, and instead of retreating, he opened his big hand and squeezed the little butt that fascinated him fiercely, and echoed in a serious manner: "So cultivators improve as their cultivation base increases." Just eat spiritual food instead of ordinary food?"

"Yeah." Geng Er probably felt that the lion's head was also delicious, so he ate several in a row, and seeing that there were still a lot left, he sent it away with a small claypot.

"Eat slowly, no one will grab you. You are also a cultivator, why do you like to eat these ordinary foods?" He secretly pulled the collar apart a little.

"As long as it's for food, I like it." He slapped his paws and closed his collar.

"Little greedy turtle." Chuan Shan squeezed his mouth, "How about we spend the night in the palace after collecting the treasure tonight?"

"Why did you go to live in the palace?" Geng Er didn't understand.

Chuanshan said bewilderedly: "I want to roll on the dragon bed with you in my arms."

Geng Er, "..."

When the little idiot heard the familiar words, it was rare for him to express clearly: "Dragon, I."

"I know you are a dragon. Don't cut in on the kids when adults talk." Chuanshan covered the child's mouth with a meatball, and seduced Geng'er with dripping saliva, "Fatty, let's sleep in all the 72 yards of the palace. Okay? Brother promises to fuck you in a different position every night, and it will definitely fuck you so hard that it will make you hoarse like last night..."

Geng Er suddenly took out a piece of talisman paper and began to write a letter.

"what are you doing?"

"I told Wan Sizhe about the Dayan Village and asked him to send someone to contact Wang Gang. You were supposed to do this, but you obviously forgot." Geng Erte gave him a contemptuous look.

"I haven't forgotten, I just plan to contact them later." Chuanshan's face was full of resentment, and his wife was getting more and more difficult to coax.Well, a man who loves his wife must be able to endure what the world cannot bear, even if he endures until he is about to explode, he must endure it if his wife doesn't want it.

A certain devil burst into tears like a sea in his heart, he couldn't bear to torment his second turtle, and in a rage he took all the delicacies prepared in the kitchen, not even a single feather.

Here, Liu Sanwang, the head of the kitchen, and Hu Youcai finally met together.

"Second housekeeper!" Liu Sanwang cried out in a tearful tone.

"What's the matter? Howling and howling? What day is it today, you dare to cry in the mansion?" Hu Youcai slapped Liu Sanwang's tears back into his stomach.

On the threshing field of Dayan Village at the other end.

"Mom, there are ducks! I want to eat ducks." A little hairy head who could only satisfy his hunger with his fingers in his mouth and pointed at the rotten wooden table in front of him muttered.

"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat all day long. Didn't you just eat mung bean cakes just now. What about the duck? You can't eat duck feces. Let's go, go home!" go home.

"Mom!" The eldest son next to him called out.

When the mother turned her head to look, she saw the eldest son staring at the rotten wooden table in front of him with a strange expression.

The mother also followed her son's gaze and looked over... dumbfounded.

"What's the matter?" The father turned to look at the whole family with a hoe on his shoulder.

"The duck... smells so good..." The eldest son and the eldest daughter with buck teeth swallowed together.

Wang Gang's eyes were dull.

Uncle Boyu stared at the clay pot that appeared out of nowhere on the wooden table, and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

Just now, when Wang Gang finished distributing the last piece of meat pie and mung bean cake, under the eyes of all of them, the wrapping cloth on the table suddenly disappeared, and a medium-sized pot that could be used for dough appeared out of thin air.

The crock pot is not uncommon, but what is unusual is that it appeared together with the crock pot, and there is a eight-treasure duck in the crock pot that is fat and oily, with rotten skin and slippery meat, and a strong fragrance!

Da Gazi took a step forward in disbelief.

The others looked at him together.

Da Gazi stretched out his hand and tore off a piece of meat from the duck.

"Hiss..." Everyone around the wooden table couldn't help but suck their saliva.

Da Gazi trembled and brought the duck meat to his mouth.

Wang Gang grabbed his hand and snatched the duck meat from his hand, "I'll do it!"

"Lizheng, I'm not afraid of death, I can still eat before I die..."

"To shut up!"

Uncle Boyu stopped Wang Gang, "I'm coming, you are Lizheng, the village needs you."

Wang Gang smiled at Uncle Boyu, and stuffed the duck meat into his mouth.

The villagers who found the duck gradually gathered around.

If you don't know, when you hear others say it, you turn around because of curiosity.

"There are really ducks?"

"Really! Aunt Wang Liu's family saw it, they are the closest to the table."

"Where did the duck come from?"

"I don't know...Maybe it was sent by the gods to see us pitifully, haha!"

The villagers around the table looked at Wang Gang nervously.

Da Gazi kept swallowing, and tightened his belt, "Li Zheng, how are you? Can you eat it? Is it delicious? Can you give us a bite? I have seen it in restaurants in my life, but I haven't eaten it yet. Where is the Eight Treasure Duck. This is... the Eight Treasure Duck, right? Look, there are a lot of things stuffed in that duck's belly."

It's so cold, but the eight-treasure duck in the pot is still steaming, and an indescribable meaty smell spreads into the noses of the villagers who haven't smelled meat in many days, attracting the surrounding villagers Getting closer and closer to the wooden table.

"Lizheng?" The villagers looked at Wang Gang eagerly.

Wang Gang wiped his lips, then sucked his fingers shamelessly, the smell of meat still remained on his fingers.

"Should...you can eat it." Wang Gang is not sure, but the taste... For people who have been hungry for a long time, they are really willing to die on the spot even if they eat it on the spot!

"Share it if you can! Lizheng, share it quickly." Big Gazi said impatiently.

"How to divide such a duck?"

"Give it to our family. His father hasn't had enough to eat for several days, and he still has to go to work in the fields. It's okay if he doesn't have the strength."

"Give it to my family, my family didn't get anything just now!"

"I just want a sip of soup, is there any soup in it?"

"Give it to me! I want it!"

"Give me home!"

"That's enough, stop making trouble!" Wang Gang shouted, and asked the surrounding middle-aged villagers to separate the crowd of villagers from the wooden table.

"Don't grab it, no one can get it if you mess it up."

"Yes, listen to what Li Zheng said, let Li Zheng divide."

Wang Gang and Uncle Bo Yu looked at each other.

With just such a duck, how to divide it so that everyone doesn't make a fuss is definitely a problem.

"Give it to pregnant women. Aren't there two families in the village whose daughters-in-law are already pregnant? They haven't had enough food for a long time, so let this duck replenish their health." Uncle Boyu suggested.

Wang Gang felt that this division method was feasible, so he told everyone what he meant.

Although the villagers were a little dissatisfied with not getting any delicious duck meat, this kind of division is indeed relatively fair at present, and there were not many people making noise.

The two families with pregnant women were overjoyed, and they rushed to the front while thanking and apologizing to everyone.

The other villagers looked at the two families with envy and hatred.

Wang Gang smiled wryly, "You guys should take a big bowl to share. You just come here empty-handed, how do you get it?"

The two families laughed, and hurriedly called the kid at home to run back quickly to get the bowls and basins.

Although a conclusion has been reached on who will get the duck meat, everyone is reluctant to leave. At this time, even if it smells a little bit, it is good, especially the children, drooling and going straight to the wooden table.

In front of everyone, Wang Gang took the duck out of the clay pot, tore it in two with his hands, and distributed it to the two families along with all the good ingredients in the duck's belly.

The two families laughed so hard that they couldn't even see the teeth, and there were so many good things in the stomach of the Eight Treasure Duck that they had never even seen.

"Ah Gang!" Uncle Bo Yu called out.

"Lizheng!" Several voices shouted at the same time.

Wang Gang looked back puzzled.

All eyes were fixed on the crockpot on the table.

"This is...?!" Wang Gang raised his arm and wiped his eyes fiercely.

Awesome!Another plump and tender eight-treasure duck appeared in the clay pot.

"Take it out! Take it out and see if there will be any more!" Da Gazi shouted loudly, pointing at the crock pot.

No one was afraid, and the hungry villagers only felt that this was God's blessing and their ancestors showed their spirits.

Wang Gang stretched out his hand and stopped in mid-air.

A villager murmured, "I felt something was wrong just now. The meat pies and mung bean cakes in the package were the ones that were counted at the beginning. How could there be so many in the end?"

"Yeah, I thought it was wrong just now. I saw with my own eyes that Li counted twice." Another villager echoed.

Uncle Bo Yu patted Wang Gang on the back, and reached out to pick up the eight-treasure duck that had just appeared in the crockpot.

"Ahhhh──!" I don't know who was the first to scream in ecstasy.

"Duck duck! There really are!"

"Take it out, take it out and have a look!" The villagers around the wooden table went crazy.

Maybe they are all hungry and dizzy, maybe everything they see now is their fantasy, but there is also a possibility that all this is real!

A duck is brought out, and another duck appears.

Almost all the villagers gathered around the wooden table had an eight-treasure duck.

Everyone was going crazy with joy.

The people behind kept pushing forward, and the people in front were reluctant to leave.

It was Wang Gang and Uncle Bo Yu who were the first to wake up, and hurriedly asked a few middle-aged people to maintain order, which barely caused the looting.

After hearing the news, the old people who were originally nestled at home and some women who had no clothes and trousers and were unable to come out ran out of the house wrapped in various coverings regardless of shame and cold.

"Chicken! There is chicken, it's roast chicken!"

A total of 48 ducks were picked out, followed by roast chickens in complete shape.

After the roasted chicken came meatballs the size of an adult's fist, followed by braised fish, braised pork...and some dishes that they couldn't even name.

"Plop!" The old man in the village suddenly fell to his knees, raised his hands, and cried loudly: "This is a cornucopia! This is a god saving lives! Our Dayan Village should not die!"

As the old man knelt down, other elderly people over fifty in the village knelt down one after another, bowing desperately to the hill in the northeast where their ancestors were buried.

"Cornucopia... yes, this is a cornucopia! The two brothers driving the mule cart must be gods!"

Da Gazi suddenly cried, "Plop" knelt down and cried out to Wang Gang: "Li Zheng, it's you! It's your kindness that made the gods appear! It must be the gods who help us because of your kindness. Li Zheng, I'm a bastard." !I... almost did something wrong. Wow──!"

"Yes, that's the reason." The other villagers also shouted, "We lived this kind of life, but we also refrained from doing bad things, so the gods will bless us, and that's why the gods will give us a cornucopia. "

All the villagers looked at the young Lizheng Wanggang with admiring eyes.

Wang Gang clenched his hands tightly, trembling slightly with excitement.

Bo Yu Shuqiang suppressed the same excitement, and asked Wang Gang in a low voice, "Did the two brothers who sent you the parcel leave their names?"

Wang Gang wiped away the tears that accidentally flowed from his face, and said with a smile, "Yes, but it sounds like a fake name. The big man driving the car said his name was Geng Da, and his younger brother was Geng Er."

"Geng Er!?" Uncle Bo Yu suddenly grabbed Wang Gang's hand tightly, his eyes widened, "What did you say? What do you call the brothers?"

No wonder he looked familiar to that big man, could it be Luo Chuanshan who gave him a piece of dry biscuit back then?

Hu's kitchen was in a mess.

Hu Youcai is responsible for the kitchen