(A moment of silence is observed in memory of the victims of Malaysia Airlines.) I fell asleep last night, and when I saw my friend** in bed, I immediately turned on the TV to watch it back. The Malaysian prime minister, unable to withstand the pressure, finally admitted that the plane crashed. No wonder, Boeing doesn't show up, no wonder, Malaysia Airlines left the family members to the government. Now that everything is clear, they already know the inside story. Only us, the Chinese, are still waiting. The dead rest in peace, and the living mourn. My throat choked and I was very uncomfortable. ）

In the courtyard, there were two cauldrons.

Looking at the white tiger meat, churning in the pot.

There were more than 10 adults and 20 children in the courtyard.

The soldiers usually eat a lot of meat, and they are not very greedy.

And the farmers here have just gotten their hands on the land this year, and they can eat enough.

If you want to eat meat, it may take several months to eat it.

You can clearly see the Adam's apple of adults and children rolling, and they are constantly swallowing.

Wu Shan sighed slightly: "Village Chief Meng, let's gather the villagers here to eat meat together." ”

Mengga's eyes flashed with tears: "Chief, I thank you on behalf of the villagers." As he spoke, he knelt down with a plop: "If it weren't for the People's Liberation Army to help us get the land, we wouldn't even have enough to eat now, let alone eat meat." ”

"What is this for?" Wu Shan was a little surprised: "Village Chief Meng, hurry up." The life of the peasants will get better and better, believe me, believe in our motherland, and we will definitely lead everyone to live a good life. ”

As he spoke, he went to help this Dai man.

Unexpectedly, Mengga looked lean, but his strength was not small, and he knocked his head on the ground three times in a row.

He stood up, and Wu Shan patted him lightly on the knee: "Village Chief Meng, in our country, we don't like this." ”

"Don't worry, chief." Meng Ga nodded repeatedly, and tears continued to drip down: "From now on, we are upright Chinese, and we will not kneel down to anyone again." ”

Seeing that Wu Shan was about to speak, he slapped his hand down to stop him: "Chief, you let me speak, I have been holding this in my heart for a long time." The PLA suppressed the bullies and gave us land. From the beginning to the end, I didn't have a chance to thank you. Every time they came and went, they didn't even take a sip of water. ”

This Dai man kept wiping his tears with his sleeves.

patted him on the back with his hand, and Wu Shan urged: "Go and talk to the villagers." ”

There were still tears on Mengga's face, and Ha Luha smiled: "You don't say that I forgot." ”

There is a stone mill in the courtyard, which stands in the middle of the courtyard.

Rushing up with a swish: "Old and young masters, today, the comrades of the People's Liberation Army hunted a tiger for everyone to sacrifice their teeth. Families, go home and get food, get some more soup in a pot, and start eating immediately! ”

When the adults heard this, they were stunned at first, and then dispersed in a hurry. The little ones, looking at the pot, rolled their throats even harder.

These boys and girls, barefoot. Children under the age of ten are basically bare-bottomed. The girl barely has a button to block the **, which is sad to look at.

Mengga's wife has a cyan scarf wrapped around her head, and her whole head looks the size of a small grinding plate.

She methodically commanded the women and half-grown children, and moved the benches and tables of each house and scrubbed them clean.

Fortunately, this time it was just a squad of fighters. Otherwise, these tiger meat is really not enough.

The village chief's wife had the wooden bowls placed on the table and a large wooden basin for most of them.

The men stepped out and carried the wooden basins to the middle of the table.

The soldiers wanted to go up to help, and the fellows would not let them live or die.

looked at Wushan one by one, and he only smiled bitterly.

"Chief, why don't you say a few words first?" Mengga asked tentatively.

"Okay!" Wushan did not shirk and readily agreed.

"Folks, who brought us to our life today?" Mengga jumped on the stone grinder again.

"People's Liberation Army!" "Chinese People's Liberation Army!" The sound was scattered.

"Who gave us the land?" Mengga is a master of mobilizing the atmosphere, I really can't see it, the little man's voice is very loud. If another person is like him, and he takes a microphone to speak here, his voice may not be as clear as his.

"Chinese People's Liberation Army!" This time, the sound is much neater.

"Who punished the local tyrant and bullie!" At this moment, Mengga's face was flushed.

"Chinese People's Liberation Army!" Even the children participated, and the voices of thirty or forty people were deafening.

Wu Shan stood up, he didn't need to go up to the stone grinder at all, he pressed his hands down, signaling that it was okay.

"Fellow villagers, you are citizens of the People's Republic of China, and the motherland will not forget you!" Wu Shan's words were concise: "Now that the land has been distributed to everyone, the next step is to hope that the villagers will be self-sufficient, raise more carnivores, and improve their food." As long as you are Chinese for one day, the motherland will protect you for one day. The motherland will always be a strong backing for everyone. Now, it's time to eat! ”

"Oh!" The applause rang out at the right time, and the children couldn't wait to climb onto the table.

Dog owners know the way. Many times, dogs swallow soft food directly, and only hard food will chew hard with their teeth.

Seeing the adults and children here eating tiger meat, Wushan thought of dogs. Adults and children, like children, poured the meat in the bowl directly. He saw it, and the soldiers, of course, saw it.

None of the soldiers ate meat, and silently used a spoon to make soup and rice. There was a little bit of meat scrap in the soup scooped up by Wushan. He had never eaten tiger meat in his life, and he curiously used his tongue to feel that it seemed to be nothing special, similar to the feeling of pork fat.

The rice made of brown rice tastes much worse than the polished rice in the military camp on weekdays. Rao was like this, and each warrior ate two large wooden bowls.

The life of the peasants is indeed too difficult.

The utensils on the table are all made of wood.

In the original time and space, the wooden basins in the homes of the Chinese people were all iron hoops. There are no iron hoops in the wooden basins here, and I don't know how the carpenters glued the pieces of wood together.

The two tables for soldiers are the fastest to eat. At Wushan's signal, the soldiers carried the wooden basins on their tables to the tables of the common people.

At first, when these people ate meat, it was as if they were grabbing. A wooden spoon was in his hand, and several of them were already standing up and waiting for the shift. When the wooden bowl reaches the hand, it goes to the stomach after dividing it by two.

Seeing the soldiers evenly divide the meat into their wooden basins with wooden expressions, the common people hesitated.

Only ignorant children are there to slap their bellies that have not eaten for a long time.

Come to think of it, life here is really hard.

In China, the iron pot used by ordinary people at home is moistened with oil from time to time, and it looks shiny.

It is a few cauldrons in the house of the village chief of Meng, and they are all rusty.

At first, when washing the pot, the women rubbed off the rust little by little. I'm afraid that if I use a little more force, the pot will break.

No wonder, the Chinese were the targets of looting. The Chinese here are generally wealthy. Wushan also occasionally went to Chinese homes to eat, and compared to the locals in all aspects, one was in the sky and the other was underground.

Thousands of years ago, Confucius said: Those who have a country and a family do not suffer from widowhood but inequality, and do not suffer from poverty but suffer from anxiety. There is no poverty, no widowhood, and no inclination. If the husband is like this, so people from afar are not satisfied, and they will repair Wende. If it comes, it will be safe.

The words of this old gentleman are too idealistic. In all dynasties and dynasties, how could the people of other countries voluntarily defect through peaceful evolution? Once the number of defectors reaches a threshold, it will cause the surrounding countries to attack them.

It also shows that pink eye exists at all times.

Now that we have occupied this land, we want to make a good life for the people here. To achieve the purpose of what has come is safe. The living standards of the peasants have risen, and they will no longer be instigated by people with ulterior motives to attack the Chinese.

Even if he had smoked the aboriginal hookah, when he saw Mengga handing the hookah over again, Wushan still smiled and rushed to give him a filter cigarette first. I don't know how many people have used hookahs, but the smell is terrible.

Mengga respectfully took the cigarette with both hands and sniffed it greedily under his nose.

Originally, I wanted to remind him to smoke a cigarette. Otherwise, if you put it there, it will grow mold in more than ten days. Seeing Lao Meng, who was nearly fifty years old, he carefully put the cigarette on the shrine of the hall, and said nothing after the end.

"The villagers are still too bitter," Mengga took a puff of hookah and coughed lightly: "The two boys of our family occasionally secretly go to put clips." Feel free to sneak a look. If you are lucky enough to catch a hare, you will eat it at home in the middle of the night. ”

He gestured with his hand: "A rabbit, it's so big." The folks in the township, if you give this, you can't help but give that. ”

The village chief Meng explained with difficulty. If he doesn't explain, Wushan can understand.

Compared to the other villagers, each of whom had a large number of children, Mengga was much more witty and only gave birth to two children. It's curious how they use contraception in this backward village.

He is not yet fifty years old, and his four grandchildren are all in their teens.

Lao Meng's family also has a large family to support. A family of ten people is crammed into a narrow three-room small bamboo building.

"Village Chief Meng," Wu Shan waved his hand: "It's not your fault. If you want to blame, blame the previous rulers. Well, now it's all in the past. In your previous religion, you weren't allowed to eat pork? ”

"Don't let it!" Meng Ga shook his head: "Every year or two, the temple will also kill some old elephants. Speaking of which, an elephant has a lot of meat. It's good that each family can get so much. ”

He stretched out his bruised fist and measured it, and then gestured with his fingers, losing a piece. "It's just a little bit, we are reluctant to eat, and we divide it into several meals. At its worst, it's all rotten, and I can't eat it. ”

"After the Taoist master's speech, we also understand that those monks are purely selling dog meat on the head of a sheep." Mengga just talked, and the hookah went out. He clumsily and gently pressed the lighter given by Wushan and lit it: "The monks told us that elephants are sacred objects. In a blink of an eye, he killed the elephants, saying that all those who were killed were guilty. ”

"In the future, the state will allocate a group of piglets to come, and every household will raise pigs." Wu Shan didn't know how to comfort Lu Dao, so he diverted the topic: "Pork is our main meat. ”

Originally, I also thought about talking about beef and mutton, so forget it. The environment here is very good, and a large herd of cattle and sheep have come. Even in the tropics, plants and trees multiply quickly and cannot withstand the wanton destruction of households. When the living standards of the people here come up, we will advocate the combination of breeding and environmental protection.

The road should be taken step by step, and the meal should be eaten one bite at a time.

As a reborn person, Wushan feels more and more that the proverbs of the ancients are the crystallization of wisdom.

In the original time and space, how could it be so simple to see that in the online novel, the protagonists who were reborn and traveled through the wind and rain.

Yan Huang has only laid a solid foundation so far.

In the officialdom, he hasn't started yet, but he has made friends with a large number of big courtyard disciples.

Even in the army, there will always be twists and turns of one kind or another.

Although, I don't want to go up, it's really eye-catching.

It's already very popular now, and if it's a twenty-year-old division commander, it's even more uncomfortable to be taken under the microscope.

"Village chief, the intestines of the Kundun family have been pulled out." A villager ran over in a panic.

There were also some children at the dinner table who reluctantly licked the bottom of the bowl and the bottom of the basin, and most of them got off the table.

"What?" Hearing this, Mengga and Wushan hurriedly ran after the comer.

The family stood not far from Mengjia, passing through a banana forest.

The boy was in a state of malaise, and his liver had already been cleaned.

The inch-long rectum exposes the liver door.

A large group of people surrounded, a strong man in his thirties, chanting words there?

This is the legendary witch doctor?

"Instructor, I know what's going on." Wang Kejun pulled over Wushan and whispered: "This kid has no oil and water in his stomach for a long time, and he has eaten too much meat at once." ”

"Huh?" Wu Shan was surprised: "How do you know the Dao? ”

"My grandfather is an old Chinese medicine doctor and has told me similar cases before." Wang Kejun was a little embarrassed: "But I have wanted to be a soldier since I was a child, and I didn't take my grandfather's medical skills seriously." ”

"Okay, you go deal with it." Wu Shan said, walking into the crowd.

Li Kaijun took two guards and followed him inch by inch.

"Let it go, folks." Wushan's voice itself was not small, and the crowd showed a crack, and three people got in. "Who's that, you step down, we have Chinese medicine."

The witch doctor glanced at it, but he didn't dare to speak, and silently retreated.

Wang Kejun tore a lot of banana leaves, used palm-sized plantain leaves, gently rubbed his rectum, and slowly pressed it in.

The child let out one scream after another.

A middle-aged couple, probably the Kundun couple, kept comforting in the ears of the child.

The witch doctor took the opportunity to say in a voice that everyone could hear, "This family is guilty of sin, and wants to make amends for this child's sin." ”

"If you say it again, I'll lock you up." Wu Shan glanced at it, and he was so frightened that he quickly closed his mouth.

After tossing for about five minutes, Wang Kejun, who is usually quite physical, had beads of sweat on his forehead.

The child's cries of pain gradually became quieter, as if he had fallen into a coma. And Wang Kejun is also done.

When leaving, Wang Kejun said to the people: "Folks, you can't eat too much meat at once in the future!" ”

There is an example just now, and the crowd nods frequently.

At this time, a guard ran over: "Chief, someone is looking for you!" ”