"Oh, this is a sentence from the anti-poem of Song Jiang's Xunyang Building. ”

Even though he was angry, after Guan Yunpeng heard Guan Xiaojun's sentence, he still explained to Guan Xiaojun as soon as possible: "It means lying on top of the deserted hill like a tiger, lurking, waiting for the opportunity." ”

When he said this, thinking of his situation at this time, his heart fluctuated, "Song Jiang said that he is a latent tiger, what am I?

What Guan Xiaojun just said was that in "Water Margin", Song Jiang inscribed Xijiangyue after being drunk, and the complete sentence is "Just like a tiger lying on a barren hill, lurking minions to endure." ”

It is described as a person who has no ambition, so he can only curl up and endure silently, waiting for the opportunity.

Guan Yunpeng likes to read, and he has borrowed the four famous books, so he is very familiar with this poem, so Guan Xiaojun said it casually, and he could say it casually.

After he explained to Guan Xiaojun, he glanced at Guan Xiaojun in surprise, "Xiaojun, how old are you?

The "book" in his mouth naturally refers to "Water Margin".

Guan Xiaojun smiled: "I don't understand it! Anyway, it's fun to watch!"

The young man who scolded Guan Yunpeng before was a little impatient, "Guan Yunpeng, there are so many guests here today, on the stove, serving dishes and washing dishes, fetching water from the dishes, so many jobs, someone has to do it." You don't have anything added to your house today, you have to go back and help!"

There are more than a dozen families surnamed Guan in Xiaoguan Village, and this time to entertain guests from their own family, the family must not be able to entertain them, and everyone must work together.

Generally, the east family brings a fish, the west family brings a chicken, the south family sends meatballs, and the north gate sends a small snack.

In addition, there are cigarettes, alcohol, sugar and tea, etc., all of which have to be shared by the whole clan, and now every family is not rich, those who have money have more stalls, and those who have no money have to work hard, and the rules are like this.

Guan Yunpeng's family is poor, he can't take out money, and he can't take out anything, his brothers all went to the scene to work, it stands to reason that he really shouldn't sit on the seat and wait for dinner, even if he really sits down to eat, it should be his eldest brother, not him.

However, most of the people in the world who like to read are people who like to work hard and hate it, and it is because they don't want to work hard to suffer that they will take reading as the only way to make progress.

Since ancient times, how many literati and writers, civil officials and military generals have been people who like farm work?

It is precisely because they regard the peasant gate as a cheap industry that they grit their teeth and study hard, only to fulfill their ambition and no longer suffer from poverty for the rest of their lives.

Jumping out of the peasant gate and entering the imperial court is the greatest ideal of all scholars, and this has been the case in all dynasties.

Although Guan Yunpeng's family is poor, he is not a hard-working person, and he has always been a little reluctant to manual labor.

He is not very diligent compared to his brothers, which is one of the reasons why the people in the village look down on him.

The family is so poor, and you are still so lazy, anyone will think that you are a bit of a problem.

Guan Yunpeng is not a moral perfection, compared with the children of ordinary peasant families, he is even inferior to them in dealing with people, that is, during college, after his vision and knowledge were improved, he was really polished into a bright light.

At this time, he was just a high school student who couldn't get into college after taking the exam twice, with a sensitive and extreme personality, and his temper was not very good.

Now that he is being squeezed by the young man like this, if he is according to Guan Yunpeng's temper in the past, he would have to argue it, but at this time, after listening to Song Jiang's counter-words read by Guan Xiaojun, his heart was cheerful, "Song Jiang knows that the latent minions endure it, why can't I? What is there to quarrel with these people? I have no ability, they all look down on me, if I have the ability, who would dare to say that about me?"

glanced at the young man opposite, "Guan Yunzhong, let me work and work, can I use it so loudly?"

When Guan Yunzhong wanted to say something more, Guan Yunpeng had already turned around and walked towards the pot stove next to him.

Guan Xiaojun slipped off the bench and said, "I'm going to help too!"

Lieutenant Guan Yun, a dark and thin young man, stopped Guan Xiaojun, "Oh, what can you do with a little doll?

When he said that he was eating meat, he sucked in his mouth, as if he was about to suck the saliva that was about to flow out of his mouth, and he looked salivating and muttered, "That's a lot of oil!"

When he helped carry half of the pork over just now, his eyes caught a glimpse of the piece of fat on the pig's belly, and he couldn't take his eyes off.

In this era, people are generally short of oil and water, and everyone's favorite meat is not lean meat, but a big fat piece of fat and fat that trembles slowly.

And lard is a good thing, when stir-frying, take it and rub it on the hot pan a few times, with a little bit of meat smell, and the children can eat two more bowls of rice.

Guan Yunzhong couldn't eat a few bites of fat meat all year round, and now when he saw such half a fan of pork, although he had just cut it into the pot at this time, he had already begun to imagine the deliciousness of the fat in the mouth.

Eating meat is a very solemn and even sacred thing for people in this era.

Sometimes the family makes a bowl of braised pork during the Chinese New Year, and when the guests come, they put the bowl of meat on the table, but no matter relatives, friends or themselves, they will not use chopsticks on this bowl of meat.

Everyone knows that meat is rare, so a bowl of meat is just a beautiful and alluring scenery at the dinner table, and few people will spoil it.

Some people, a bowl of meat from the New Year to the fifteenth day of the first month, a piece of meat will not be missing, until the meat is about to spoil, it really can't be put away, will call on everyone to eat together.

Guan Xiaojun deeply understood Guan Yunzhong's mental state at this time, and watched him look at the stove not far away in a daze, and couldn't help but feel sad while being funny.

The people of this era are really too bitter!

Although grain output has increased somewhat after the responsible fields have been subcontracted to households, the annual public grain, retention, and various assessments, coupled with various pressures such as family planning fines for some people, have made it difficult for the peasants at this time to breathe.

Decades later, some people say that medical care, pension, and education are the three mountains that press on farmers, but at this time, there are more than three mountains on farmers, natural disasters, man-made disasters, diseases, fines, and other things, so that many families are greatly injured, and they are barely struggling on the food and clothing line.

White-flour steamed buns still can't be popularized on a large scale, but yellow-faced wowo can afford to eat, and the situation of starving to death is gone.

The stove has already been set up in the yard, where is the big iron pot squatting, a very long and wide wooden board is spread horizontally on the low wall of bricks, the half of the pork brought by Guan Hongda has been washed and placed on the wooden board at this time, and the master who hangs the cigarette roll holds a large kitchen knife, and divides the pork into pieces with his hands and feet, and throws them into the hot pot of steaming water one by one.

Guan Xiaojun clearly saw that a vegetable master secretly stuffed a piece of fat into the pocket around his waist, and a master next to him even stuffed a piece of lard noodles into a small bag next to him.

There is no cook in the world who does not steal vegetables, Guan Xiaojun will not say anything when he sees it, this year, it is not easy for everyone.

As several masters were busy, the aroma of food gradually filled the entire courtyard, and many people who were talking in the courtyard gradually reduced their voices at this time, and they all turned around to look at the stove.

On the earthen wall of the courtyard, a row of small heads was revealed at some point, it was the children of the village climbing the wall, they also ran over according to the fragrance, lying on the wall and staring, looking directly at the large pieces of white meat churning with the splash in the cauldron in the yard.