newbobooks Chapter 349 Worthy of being uncle and nephew
Chapter 349 Worthy of being uncle and nephew
"Yes, we are not competing to be your godfather. Being your uncle is also good. But you have to explain this matter to us. It is simply a miracle. Except for a few people who were lying down, no one in the village died."
Zhou Guo had no choice but to follow him. Alas, it was her fault for accepting such an expensive gift. She should not take advantage of others in the future. It is hard to say who will take advantage of her then.
When Zhou Dacang saw her, he said helplessly: "Lao Zheng, Lao Hei, why did you really drag her here? She is just a little kid, let her concentrate on eating a few bites of food."
The men called Lao Zheng and Lao Hei laughed and said, "Don't worry, we are her uncles. We have accepted the gifts. We are of the same status as you now. We are both her uncles. How could we not let her eat enough?"
"Even if you don't let us be godfathers, your uncle won't be able to escape. We uncles and nephews are just chatting and gossiping. We won't stop her from eating. Xiao Guoguo, tell us in detail what happened that day. How did you find out that the Hu people were coming? How did you intercept them at the entrance of the village? What about those charred bodies and the big pit?"
People at one table looked at her, and the soldiers at the remaining tables pricked up their ears. They had been discussing this matter privately and had imagined many possibilities, but none of them had been specific. They had been feeling anxious and itchy.
"Come on, come on, the food is served, the food is served." Zhou Guo was about to speak when the food was served.
Bowls of steaming hot food were placed on the table.
Thick slices of meat were stir-fried with carrots, white radish stewed with bones, pine mushrooms stewed with smoked rabbit, steamed fish, cured fish, and the big fish caught by the children were all steamed in one pot, stir-fried with cabbage, and finally there was a pine mushroom soup.
Although there are fewer dishes, there is a lot of meat. With six dishes and four of them being meat, it is a face-saving thing wherever you go.
To make the dishes look good, two large bowls were placed on each table, which contained twelve dishes. They were full, very pleasing to the eye, and smelled very fragrant.
Before I even started eating, I could hear people swallowing their saliva from all directions. There was so much meat, it was hard to stop just looking at it.
There were several separate tables for the children. As soon as the dishes were served, they started eating. It was like a war. Two bowls of thick meat slices were finished in the blink of an eye. There were several slices in each child's bowl. If the younger ones didn't get any, their older brothers and sisters sitting next to them would share two slices. Everyone was happy.
Next came the rabbit and fish. Although not as appetizing as fatty meat, they were still meat. You took a chopstick and I took a chopstick, and they were all gone in two scoops. During the scramble, any pieces of meat that fell out were grabbed and put into the bowl.
The four meat dishes on the table were gone in a short while, leaving only a stir-fried cabbage and pine mushroom soup. We had both of these at home, and although we couldn't eat them all the time, they were still available and not as scarce as meat.
After the four bowls of meat dishes were distributed, the children were finally able to sit down and eat in peace.
He grabbed too much to fit in the bowl, so he took out a handkerchief, picked out some good meat and put it in, wrapped it up carefully and put it in his arms, and then happily ate from the bowl.
Several tables of children were like this, not to mention the children, some tables of women were similar, except for the table of men drinking, they drank slowly without fighting or grabbing, and savored it carefully. Wine is a good thing, but it's a pity that the family is poor and can't afford it all the time. They can only drink a little at every banquet. When they have spare money, they buy a pot of the cheapest wine and drink it slowly. They can drink it for a year or two.
The old man couldn't help but gnashing his teeth as he drank the wine. It was spicy, and there seemed to be residue in his mouth after he drank it. Needless to say, this must be the wine that costs five cents a pound in town. He was used to drinking good wine, so he really couldn't get used to this wine.
Seeing this, Zhou Mai couldn't help but quietly changed the wine. The wine in the cellar was too expensive. Drinking it in such an occasion, well, no one in the family was willing to spend it. Besides, they all belonged to the old man, and he treasured them like nothing, so how could he give them to these people?
Zhou Guo saw this at another table and couldn't help laughing. She thought that when she had some free time later, she could make some wine herself. Even if she couldn't make anything else, she could make fruit wine.
"Come here, Guoguo, this big piece of meat is thick and must be delicious. Eat more."
"And this, this smoked fish, I ate it too, it was very good, the meat was firm and it tasted fragrant."
One by one, they picked up some food for her, but before she could even take a bite, the rice in the bowl had disappeared. The food was piled up to the top, and it was all meat.
Zhou Dacang hurriedly stopped him, "Alright, alright, eat your own food. This is our own food. Do we need you to persuade us?"
Everyone laughed, "We just want her to eat more. Even though the meat is from your family, you have so many children, so I guess food is tight, and you have to count the rice before every meal..."
At this point, Zhou Guo asked worriedly, "Little niece, are you full at every meal?"
Zhou Guo: “…”
How could she put it? She looked down at her bowl. In order not to scare people, she took the same bowl as everyone else. She said seriously, "Of course I am full. I can eat three bowls of rice at every meal."
Zhou Dacang suppressed his laughter and said, "Yes, how could I not give her enough food? She eats the most at every meal."
Lao Hei was in his thirties, with dark skin, tall and strong. His full beard made him look like a man in his forties or fifties. He waved his hand and said, "Three bowls of rice is good. Eat more and grow taller. It would be better if you can grow as tall as me in the future. There is no good in being short. When you fight with others, they will pick you up like a chicken. You will never be able to win."
His face was full of sighs.
Everyone burst into laughter.
Zhou Guo didn't understand.
Zhou Dacang explained: "Don't be fooled by his tall and strong figure now. When he was young, his family was poor and he didn't have enough food to eat. When he was ten years old, he was still the size of a five or six-year-old. When he fought with people of the same age in the same village, he was often grabbed by the scruff of the neck, like a puppy, picked up and thrown away, and was subdued in one move. He suffered a lot when he was young."
Zhou Guo couldn't help but look at him, "Uncle Hei, you grew so tall later, did you fight back?"
Everyone at the table stopped laughing and looked at her in surprise, as if they couldn't understand why a young lady could be so angry and even want to fight back.
Du Laohei laughed heartily, and couldn't help but touch her head and said, "How could I not fight back? After I fought them a few times, they never dared to mess with me again."
Zhou Guo couldn't help but nod. After being oppressed and beaten for so many years, if she grew up, she would not be able to resist fighting with them. Even if there was no excuse, she would find two of them and beat them back severely to vent her anger.
Everyone at the table started laughing and now they gave Zhou Dacang a teasing look. They were indeed a family. He was not one to suffer a loss and would get it back on the spot. Those who had caused trouble for him in the barracks at first were eventually beaten into submission by him. Otherwise, how could a new recruit like him be promoted to sergeant by exception? It was all thanks to his fists. The barracks were a place where fists spoke the truth.