Hello, 1983

Raised his hand and wiped his eyes, Liu Qingshan said sincerely: "I am young, but I also remember an old saying, it is better to lose a handful of gold than an old countryman."

"Right now, I'm taking advantage of my eldest sister's marriage to invite the villagers to gather together. I'll thank you all first!"

Liu Qingshan bowed deeply. This is just to express his gratitude to the simple folks with words. From now on, he will use actions to lead the folks together, get rid of the shackles of poverty, and embark on the road of prosperity.

"Qingshan, good boy!"

Zhang Guofu patted Liu Qingshan's shoulder hard, and at this moment he was extremely relieved: this family is kind, and they know how to be grateful.

Da Zhang Luo also blinked his little red eyes: "Okay, Qingshan, just do as you said, don't worry, I will definitely give you Zhang Luo beautiful!"

After speaking, he started to assign tasks just like Zhuge Kongming, who was sitting firmly in the tent.

A half-sized boy like Erbiaozi would go to various houses to borrow tables, chairs, benches, bowls, chopsticks, and pans.

Adult men also perform their own duties: cooking, carrying water and drinking.

"Da Zhangluo, what do you think I'm doing?"

Zhang Ganzi waited for a long time and nothing happened to him, so he was a little anxious.

"It's hard for you, what can't you do, you can't eat anything."

Da Zhangluo smacked his mouth for a long time: "You are responsible for washing dishes and dishes, remember, if you beat a bowl and break a plate, you don't want to drink wedding wine!"

The task was quickly assigned, everyone took the order, and they all dispersed with a hula.

The only one left is Zhang Pole leaning against the wall, sitting there in a daze, still chattering.

Doing the dishes is dirty and tiring, and it's also a bitch's job.

When everyone came back one after another, they saw Liu Caifeng, the fourth youngest, sticking out his little head from the window, naughty shaking the upturned braid on his head, and then clicking on the tape recorder a few times.

In the recorder, there was a rustling sound, and then there was the sound of Da Zhangluo sending troops to order generals.

Everyone also listened to it very rare, and they all gathered around and listened giggling.

From the tape recorder, there was another lazily beeping voice, which was the tone of Zhang Ganzi:

"Tell me to wash the dishes, bah, when the time comes, I will spit on you, and tell you to eat, eat, eat, and eat Lao Tzu's saliva!"

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In the yard, Zhang Ganzi's hands and feet were grabbed by four stick boys, and his whole body was suspended in the air.

Then, the four of them chanted their horns, worked hard together, and fell down.

Zhang pole's butt hit the ground hard.

"Hey, all the heroic grandpas, spare your life!"

Zhang Ganzi immediately succumbed to it. If he kept going upside down like this, his ass would have to be broken into eight petals.

After finally having this kind of entertainment, how could it be so easy to stop, in the roar of the people watching the lively, the four young men lifted the pole again, and then continued to fall.

"I just mumble, but I don't dare to spit."

Zhang Zhuzi kept begging for mercy, but he was only allowed to be let go after being bumped seven or eight times. When he got up, he felt as if his ass didn't belong to him.

Da Zhangluo spoke again: "Pole, you can still be a fire girl."

While rubbing his butt, Zhang Ganzi grinned and argued, "I'm a man, a pure man."

During the fight, the preparatory work was completed, and the borrowed tables, chairs and benches were all written with chalk on the back of each family's name, and it was easy to return at that time.

There is no way to do anything with chopsticks. When you return it, you can count enough.

At noon, Liu Qingshan was still busy eating, and as a result, all three of them went back to their respective houses.

No one has much surplus grain, and they are not really big eaters.

After a long while, the carriage that went to the county to buy food finally came back.

The driver was a little old man in his fifties, with a smile on his face, always cheerful.

When he opened his mouth for joy, the upper front tooth was missing, revealing a big gap, which added a bit of joy.

Liu Qingshan hurried up to greet him: "Boss, uncle, hard work!"

"What's the hard work, I even borrowed the light to go to the restaurant at noon."

The driver of the car is also a capable man from Jiapigou. Most of the villagers have the surname Zhang. This is the car owner of the production team. In the past two years, I heard that in the south, it is popular to call other people's boss, so I also called him. Boss Zhang.

The boss and the boss are talking about the same thing, but the meaning is too different: one is doing big business, and the other is catching a big car.

Liu Yinfeng also got out of the carriage, stuffed the canvas bag that he had been holding tightly in his arms to Liu Qingshan, and whispered in his brother's ear, "Sanfeng'er, you spent a lot of money!"

In fact, it didn't cost much, less than two hundred dollars. For 200 yuan, please invite more than 100 people in the village to have a dinner, tsk tsk...

The most eye-catching is a leg of pork, which is eighty-five-a-pound, less than fifty yuan.

When I bought meat, I happened to have a big pig's head, a pair of pigs into the water, heart, liver, lungs, guts, etc., and I bought them all back.

There is also a bag of flour, dried tofu, vermicelli, etc. The rest are condiments such as tobacco, alcohol, sugar, tea, and oil, salt, vinegar, and pepper aniseed. As for vegetables and the like, you have everything in your home, so you don’t have to spend money to buy them. .

Liu Qingshan knew that the second sister was used to living a poor life and was frightened by spending money, so she smiled at her: "Sister, you are not good at heart. You must learn to spend money before you can learn to make money."

As a result, Liu Yinfeng gave him a roll of eyes.

Liu Qingshan murmured secretly: I have to say, my second sister was born to be Peugeot, and she rolled her eyes so amazingly.

No, no, you have to look good in the future!

Everyone started working together, unloading all the things on the carriage, even holding the pole, regardless of the greasy, happily carried the pig into the water, and kept shouting: "It's too rich, this is too rich!"

The great chef Zhang Dashuai who followed him to the city to buy food couldn't help but tease him: "Mom, be careful with the pole, don't drip your saliva on it."

"Don't dare, don't dare!"

When Zhang Ganzi heard the word "saliva" now, his butt hurts.

The people next to him told Boss Zhang and Dashuai Zhang about what happened during the day, which naturally caused a burst of laughter.

Zhang Dashuai also shook his naked head: "Pole, in our village, you are the most worrying person."

Zhang Ganzi was quite content, and said disapprovingly: "It's very good, I have one brother, one person is full, and the whole family is not hungry."

After carrying things and drinking tea in the house, the rural people are not so particular about it. They usually drink cold water.

In winter, I only boil some hot water to drink. As for tea, who would be willing to buy tea with spare money?

Liu Qingshan used the rice bowl to pour tea for everyone, and then sat down to discuss with Zhang Dashuai: "Uncle Dashuai, do you want to see how many dishes will be arranged tomorrow?"

This Zhang Dashuai's nickname sounds very domineering, and he has a bit of the style of the former Northeast King. However, the Northeast King is in charge of thousands of troops, and this one is in charge of pots and pans.

He is the chef of the village, whoever organizes a wedding or a wedding, likes to ask him to be the chef.

The craftsmanship is not very good, and it is not a classy hall.

As for the origin of the nickname, this is a bit unreliable. According to Liu Qingshan's speculation, it is estimated that this handsome uncle is also relatively short, and he often likes to talk about his mother.

For tomorrow's banquet, Zhang Dashuai already knew what to expect, and he wiped his shiny bald head: "Six cool and six hot, twelve dishes, just six or six smooth."

After he finished speaking, he took a sip of tea, smacking his lips comfortably, and glanced at Zhang Zhanzi: "The amount of the dish is bigger, just like this kind of foodie, one is top three, one is big, and it's not enough for them to hug the table. what?"

This colloquialism, it is said, is also what the real Marshal Zhang often talks about.

At that time, in the countryside, it was important to have eight-to-eight, six-to-six, and if you could make it perfect, ten hot dishes and ten cold dishes, then it would be perfect.

But with the current conditions, that is, think about it.

Once the general principle is determined, preparations for corruption begin. This is usually called "going oil" in the local countryside. The general idea is to fry the food that needs to be fried the night before.

In the courtyard, he picked up a big bright light bulb, set up a pot stand, propped up an oil pan, stretched a pole and sat on a small bench, and kept adding firewood to the stove pit.

Almost all the little dolls in the village came smelling the fragrance of oil, and the courtyard could not be squeezed in. A large group of people stood outside the gate, looking eagerly at the big oil pan.

Then he stared at Zhang Dashuai and started frying Jiangmi strips, croquettes, and fried bean curds.

In the yard, there was a sound of swallowing saliva one after another.

Seeing this, Liu Qingshan picked up a pot of fried rice noodles: "Come here, grab one by one!"

Gaba, Gaba, and Jiangmi strips are crispy and crispy, with a layer of sugar on the outside, which is fragrant and sweet when you eat it.

"It's delicious!"

The children sighed in admiration.

"Wow!"

The cry suddenly sounded, and Liu Qingshan hurried over to check. It turned out to be the old daughter of Captain Zhang's family, called Xiaoliuzi.

The big yellow dog is very skillful in stealing food. It doesn't bite or bark. The bird quietly follows you, and when it's cold, it gently bites and takes the food away from its hand without biting it.

"Xiao Liu, don't cry, I'll give you meatballs."

The fourth eldest, Liu Caifeng, gave out meatballs to his friends one by one. Although they were plain meatballs, these days, food with oil and water is delicious food, especially meatballs, which are the favorite of little kids.

When they were seated, the meatballs were brought up, and they were immediately robbed by Xiaowazi.

There is a little boy with a lot of heart. After this batch is finished, when the next batch is open, he sits on the table again, and after grabbing the balls, he leaves the table.

At this moment, the children are eating their mouths oily one by one, and go home to sleep contentedly, waiting for the big meal tomorrow.

In the past, the kids who were running wild outside basically stuck their pillows on their pillows, but today it's weird, they flipped over and over to make sesame cakes, and they didn't feel sleepy anymore. There were always round balls in their heads.

This year, throughout the year, I can't eat good food several times, can I not look forward to it?

The adults, who had been busy for half the night, were also hungry, so they simply packed two tables and drank a little wine to relieve their fatigue.

"Everyone eat more, it's been a tiring day."

Lin Zhi wore an apron and greeted the guests, not knowing whether it was because she was happy or busy, her face was flushed, not as pale as before.

Da Zhangluo took a sip of his wine and praised: "Big sister, your old Liu family has done a good job of this happy event."

Zhang Dashuai nodded again and again: "This is true, one family does business, and the whole village follows the New Year."

Lin Zhi's face also bloomed with joy: "Isn't everyone helping? UU reading www.uukanshu.com "

Liu Qingshan also came over to offer a cup of wine, and he could chat with everyone. Talking about the kindness of everyone to the Liu family in the past can always make the other party warm.

When it was time to toast Zhang Ganzi, this guy had already drank himself, so he didn't need to trouble others at all.

At the wine table, after the procedure for tomorrow's wedding was finalized, the crowd dispersed, and Liu Qingshan's family just took a bite.

Liu Qingshan took a ball and threw it into his mouth. Well, it's really weird. You said that the food at this time is so delicious?

Grandpa and grandma are getting old, so they simply eat and go back to the house to rest. After all, they have to toss tomorrow.

However, for such a happy event, the old couple were both smiling and didn't feel tired at all.

The second sister, Liu Yinfeng, took a crunch and said to Liu Qingshan in English, "Brother, how do you say this thing in English?"

These days, the conversation between the sister and brother is deliberately in English, mainly to exercise Liu Yinfeng's oral expression ability.

Although he speaks slowly and his pronunciation is not standard, he can still open his mouth.

This time, even Liu Qingshan was stumped, he blinked, and then he could only shake his head and say, "I understand!"

"Sanfeng, so you can't do it either."

Liu Yinfeng raised the corners of his mouth, smiling really nicely.

Liu Qingshan was a little sullen, and hummed twice: "It's not that you got married, why are you happy."

This time it was a disaster. The sisters Liu Jinfeng and Liu Yinfeng both stood up, one left and one right, each pinching one of his ears.

The fourth youngest, Liu Caifeng, clapped her hands and shouted, "Big sister and second sister, please forgive my brother. If you want to eat ears, there are big ears on the pig's head."