On the banquet that night, although the atmosphere was deep and meaningful, it was warm and tight, and it was comfortable and ruthless. However, Xylophone still realized that he had made a big mistake. You shouldn't call Sour Apricot, Zhenfu and Zhenshu together to eat and drink. For a long time afterward, she regretted it.

According to the original intention of the xylophone, the old man came to the mountains thousands of miles away, and he should have asked people of some generations in the village to accompany him. They are of similar age and have different life experiences, which is not only out of respect for the elderly, but also to satisfy their father's curiosity about the life of the mountain people, and to bring the representatives of the village closer to each other. Afterwards, she found that not only did she fail to realize her intention, but it also exposed the deepening contradictions and estrangement between the various forces in the village. Thankfully, Maolin didn't show up. If he comes again, I'm afraid that the banquet will not only be calm on the surface, but in fact, the dark waves will surge, and it will definitely set off some twists and turns.

When Sour Xing and the others arrived, Maolin still didn't show up. Maosheng asked Zhong'er to go for another run. Zhong'er came back and said that Uncle Maolin said that there was something at home, and he couldn't get out of his body and couldn't come. By the way, he also asked him to bring a jar of home-brewed old rice wine for the old man to taste. Some other day. He came to accompany the old man to eat and talk again. Maosheng was a little reluctant to go. He also wanted to call him in person, but was stopped by Zhenfu.

Zhenfu said that Maolin felt shameless. If you don't come, it's just that, and when you come, you have to stir things up.

Zhenshu replied, you can't say that. After all, Mao Lin was a little younger, and his brain was hot for a while, so he came up with these things. People are still good, and there are no bad intentions.

Zhenfu was about to answer, but was stopped by Sour Apricot. Sour Xing pondered and said, if you don't come, don't come, I think there is really something at home. I heard that his old sow was about to give birth, and there were some who couldn't get out.

Finally cut off the conversation. Everyone accompanied Old Man Mu to pull some history of the village, as well as anecdotes in the village, and the scene gradually became lively.

At the beginning, because of Mr. Mu's concern and curiosity about the old things in the mountain village and the experience of living in the village, everyone enthusiastically talked about this and that part of the past. Everyone was in a good mood and in high spirits. Gradually, with a few bowls of hot wine, the strength of the wine surged, the brain became active, and the mouth could not hold the door. The topic was slowly led to some chores in front of us.

First of all, Sour Xing borrowed the strength of the wine to tell Zhu'er that he was going to open the door and set up a store. He told Muqin Dao that the funds had been almost raised, and Brother Zhenshu was willing to help give up the idle house. It is considered a rental, and the bill is settled once a year. If you hold your hands tight, you will be able to open your business by the end of the year. Muqin also asked, did Mao Xiang pay for it? I told him about it, and at first I was reluctant, but then I happily agreed. Sour Xing said with a smile, out of the mile, it accounts for a small half of the funds, and it is enough.

The conversation between the two of them stunned Zhenfu. His little eyes blinked vigorously. I wanted to interject a sentence, but in the end I held back ruthlessly.

He didn't expect that the beautiful things he had been thinking about for several years would be quietly pushed to Zhu'er by Xylophone, Sour Xing and others. Moreover, Zhenshu also preemptively intervened in the matter. He was very uncomfortable in his heart, but it was not easy to show it to his face. [End of Chapter]