The quiet moonlight sprinkled by the full moon shrouded Feiluan Village between the mountains.

The people who live here love to drink a little wine, and both men and women of all ages seem to be particularly good at finding reasons to drink.

When the farm is busy, you have to drink, relieve fatigue, drink in the autumn harvest, celebrate, and drink in winter, because you are idle.... There are various types of home-brewed wine, and drinking wine while drinking wine is an indispensable concoction in their lives.

Zhang Xiaojian and others also want to drink.

Because after almost an hour of foaming at the mouth, they finalized the details of the Tim Chai people's plan.

The drink was not to celebrate the outline of the Timber Plan, but after confirming it, they were about to say goodbye to the small village, so it was to leave.

Uncle Sun sold his face and took Ye Mozhu and Wang Wan'er to a few households, bought some beef and mutton, small roast, and various seasonings, and brought back a piece of smoked pig's head meat very luxuriously.

For this dinner, Ye Mozhu finally saved trouble and ate shabu shabu.

The stove came in handy after roasting sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes, and a broken pot with a blackened base was sat on it, and the seasoning was poured with water, and the meat slices and vegetables were thrown in, and the fragrance overflowed.

Zhang Xiaojian, Ye Mozhu and others are used to eating sesame sauce plates, but Wang Wan'er prefers sesame oil and vinegar dishes.

So let Yaya be the referee and asked which flavor of shabu-shabu was more delicious, Yaya tasted the dipping sauce of mahjong seasoning and sesame oil vinegar dish respectively, and gave a real answer: "The meat is the best!"

Everyone: "......"

It's hard for them to think that Yaya actually doesn't eat meat much throughout the year, so this answer is very true, meat is delicious, and for children, they can eat meat openly, which is a treatment only available during the festival.

That's why she eats so deliciously that she doesn't care what kind of dipping sauce she uses.

Feiluan Village is a condensed small city, and some of the people who live here can't imagine how rich they are, and some you can't imagine how poor they are.

Yaya's father, Uncle Sun, is obviously poor.

Although he can speak two sentences of English, he can teach children to read the twenty-six letters, as well as simple textbooks of the old English language.

But this will get some respect in Feiluan Village, well, just some respect, Uncle Sun, who has no other source of income, only relies on government pensions and the meager salary of the school that has not been opened for several months, and can afford to eat and drink, but if you want to say anything else, it is skillful nonsense.

Zhang Xiaojian took a sip of the small burn, and asked Uncle Sun: "Uncle, you stay for a few more days, we will leave tomorrow, someone will come to deliver coal, and the school will start when the school can start." ”

Uncle Sun witnessed the eloquent conversation of these young people in front of him not long ago, and after hearing this, he smiled and said: "When it was not winter, there was a wave of people from this official and that official, and it was said the same, and now two months have passed..."

Zhang Xiaojian was holding a piece of beef and putting it in his mouth, and after hearing this, he almost burned his tongue and said: "It's different, they need to go through the program, we don't have a program." ”

Uncle Sun raised Xiao Yao, touched the table, and said as a toast: "Anyway, if the class can start, I will thank you on behalf of the children here, in fact, many children are willing to go to school." ”

With that, he took a sip and drained the wine in his glass

Liu Mei looked at the girl sitting next to her and asked jokingly, "Then are you willing to go to school, Yaya?"

The girl shouted with a mouth full of grease: "I am willing, I am most willing to go to school!"

Zhang Xiaojian remembered that when he was a child, he was willing to play with his sister, and couldn't help but be surprised: "Why do you love school?"

Yaya said in an old-fashioned tone, while taking a bite of potato flour: "Because I can only go out if I study well, I want to go to college." ”

"I think you just want to hang out. Liu Mei scratched the little girl's nose and said with a smile.

Yaya shook her head vigorously: "No, you can only go to the city when you go to college, and you can find a good job in the city after college, and then I will pick up my father and I to live in the city together, live a better life, and have meat to eat every day!"

At a young age, she used her own logic to say her own reasoning.

Of course, Lao Sun has become accustomed to these words, and when he heard Yaya say that he was going to take him to the city, he also smirked, feeling that his daughter was not supported in vain.

Zhang Xiaojian looked at Uncle Sun's smirk, took a wine glass and toasted him in the air, saying, "It is said that the girl is a little padded jacket, it is so warm." ”

Uncle Sun said 'hehe' and didn't speak, but under the dim yellow light, the folds of his smiling face seemed to be full of smiles in every slit.

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Yaya's dream is actually to become the current Yue Liang.

is also drinking, but it is completely different from the health wine that Zhang Xiaojian and others drank, and the wine he drank has the meaning of never dying.

Whether it is the village chief of Lao Hu or the elders sitting in the house, they can drink more than one another.

Of course, the amount of alcohol that can be drunk is the amount of alcohol that has been practiced over the years, and Yue Liang is not bad.

While drinking, he coughed and said: "What I said just now is investment theory, as soon as I have heard about it, forget it, to be honest, in fact, the company is not short of capital injection now, so the whole village knows about it, and I said it in private, if I am willing to invest a little, I will invest a little, and if I can not bring it, don't bring it." ”

After everyone heard this, they glanced at it and said, "This matter will be according to what Yue Liang said."

The wine has passed three rounds, and the dishes have passed five flavors.

Looking at the moon outside the window, Yue Liang, who found that the moonlight no longer seemed to be so bright, felt that he had reached his limit, and then he waved his hand, indicating that he couldn't do it anymore.

No one continued to persuade him to drink, and Lao Hu sent him back to his room.

Yue Liang didn't take off his clothes, he fell asleep on the kang in a daze.

I don't know how long it took, anyway, it wasn't dawn yet, Yue Liang sat up with some disgust, feeling that the wine had reached his throat, so he forcibly rushed into the bathroom, hugged the toilet and vomited.

After vomiting, he felt that the spinning world had finally come to a still, and his body was much more comfortable.

Holding on to the wall, he staggered back to the room, flipped the switch, the light came on, and then he froze in place.

The reason for the stiffness was not because he wanted to go back and vomit again, but because he saw that the shabby tabletop that he had used since he was a child was full of money.

It was very neat, stacked with high and bottom, and a white note was sandwiched between each stack of money.

He hobbled to pick up the nearest one, and saw the note with the amount, the name, and the address.

Then he put down the note, pulled out his chair and sat down, and began to stare at the mountain of money.

All of this was rightfully in his expectation, and his previous stiffness and daze was because he didn't expect it to be so soon, according to his estimation it should have been tomorrow.

He felt that he was still underestimating the money of his relatives.

Thinking of this, Yue Liang sniffed vigorously with his nose,

Most of the money that can be delivered here tonight is money hidden in his own house, and there are all kinds of strange places to put it, so he not only smells earth, lime,, but also smells a lot of smells that he can't recognize.

The smell was far less good than that of a brand new hundred-dollar bill taken out of the bank, so he looked forward to tomorrow more and more.

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