Da Shunzi waited for Jiang Xiaochi to say this, and immediately put down the water basket, patted the soil on his hand and said: "There is still a bottle of red sorghum at home, which was brought back by my brother-in-law from the army during the festival." The special supply of the military region is that you can't buy money or alcohol tickets. ”

Jiang Xiaochi and Lao Hu have never stopped drinking in all these years, and when they heard Da Shunzi say that there was wine, they suddenly felt a little itchy. Song Lao Er has a young heart, although he has not drunk a few sips of wine, he does not want to lose face in front of women.

After a while, I don't know what Da Shunzi said when he went home, so he took the wine out happily.

When the meal was served, there was no extra vegetables, half a pork knuckle left in the morning, a large pot of wild vegetable balls, a pig's head and pork heart and pork liver that had just been boiled, plus a large pot of wild vegetable porridge. If it weren't for the eggs, you still have to keep the hatching chicks, and then spread out the eggs, Jiang Xiaochi felt that the color on this table would be bright.

Yesterday, the pig's tail was oily, and Song Xiaosi ate the most and pulled the most, although he drank a pair of medicines in the morning, he shook and shook it now, and he was a little shaky when he walked down the two steps.

There is still a plantain fried in the morning, thinking that eating meat at night is full of oil, Jiang Xiaochi went into the house and made a big bowl of it alone, even with Song Lao Er and Da Shunzi, whether it is bad or not, all the precautions should be taken as a precaution, who makes the stomach less oil and water.

There is still no seasoning, and the pork knuckle and pig's head are still sliced and eaten with salt. With a little wine, several people ate with their mouths full of oil, and even Mrs. Zhang, who had no alcohol left, drank two sips.

Song Lao Er is fine, I'm afraid that I will have to make a fuss when I go back to drink too much, so I drank a cup, and no matter who persuaded her, I didn't drink any more.

Da Shunzi Zhang Luo's Huan, it's a pity that he is a glutton, but after two wine cups, his mouth began to talk nonsense like a fart. "I said gluttonous girl, your skills are good, I'll bring some food tomorrow, and I'll partner with you when I turn around!"

Jiang Xiaochi was speechless: "Don't mind!" The rice is made by my grandmother, and besides, my father does not lack your son. What rumors come out of the rumors when I look back, my reputation will be ruined by you, who can go to my house to recruit a son-in-law when I turn around. ”

"I said that you are not big, how can anything be linked to recruiting a son-in-law, for fear that you will not be able to marry." After speaking, Da Shunzi nodded as if he was enlightened: "It's hard for you to get married, but you can't scare me with this, right?" Otherwise, you will be my sister-in-law, my brother has someone in his heart, and in the future, you will recruit a son-in-law all on my brother. ”

Mrs. Zhang is old, and she doesn't mind when her half-grown children get together to make trouble, and her granddaughter is introverted and never deals with people in the village, and she is suddenly cheerful and like a person, and the old lady is happy to follow her.

Song Xiao is four small, and after eating eight points, Mrs. Zhang will not let her eat again, for fear that she will have any more problems. Song Xiaosi was naturally well-behaved, his stomach was full, his mouth was oily, and his eyes were shining brightly. Holding Mrs. Zhang's mother-in-law to the entrance of the village for a walk, an old and a young, outsiders thought it was their ancestors and grandchildren when they saw it.

Jiang Xiaochi ate slowly, not because he was not hungry, but because he was afraid that his food would be too scary, and then scare Song Lao Er and Da Shunzi.

But in fact, Jiang Xiaochi was so frightened by the two stunned boys. It's really half a big kid who eats Lao Tzu to death, and it's really not polite for Song Lao Er and Da Shunzi to shake up their cheeks. With this amount of food, whoever has more food can't help but eat like this.

Song Lao Er's eldest son finished hugging the pig's head with his elbow, and the vegetable balls in the big pot went down layer by layer, and finally there were two big bowls of wild vegetable porridge.

It's all about going to the rhythm of dying.

As far as the friendship of the landlord is concerned, Jiang Xiaochi can only take a look.

Da Shunzi: "Gluttonous girl, what are you doing, watching our brothers eat you?" ”

Da Shunzi: "What do you mean?" Working and taking care of the food is not full, is there such a staring at other people's food? ”

Da Shunzi: "Hey, I said, what's wrong with your family's medicine, why can't the master eat enough?" ”

Jiang Xiaochi really couldn't listen to it: "What else do you want to say?" ”

Song Lao Er really couldn't stand it: "Stop it, you can't stop eating, and you can't choke on the wind." After saying that, he unceremoniously stuffed another piece of pig's head meat into his mouth.

Jiang Xiaochi's fire: Why did you listen to Song Laoer's suggestion and provoke this guy back, isn't this making yourself unhappy and stupid?

Jiang Xiaochi was unhappy in his heart: "Eat quickly, eat and leave quickly!" "The next time you have a job, you can't recruit people back, and it's not worth wasting this food.

Da Shunzi saw through Jiang Xiaochi at a glance: "What's the matter, you girl still have to unload the mill and kill the donkey?" ”

Jiang Xiaochi raised his eyebrows, this is really a long insight, and the whole mouth is broken. When it's big, you can't afford to smoke it with this mouth.

Mrs. Zhang and Song Xiaosi walked back, and saw that a few children in the house were still chattering, and the one with the old face was smiling with a flower.

Song Xiaosi was puzzled: "Milk, what are you laughing at?" Since we came, you have been very happy, Brother Da Shunzi responded, and my head hurt when I heard it. ”

Mrs. Zhang smiled: "You don't know, your sister Chi'er doesn't like to talk, I thought I was hungry." With two companions like your brother coming over to make trouble, it's better than guarding my wife all day long. ”

Aunt Song knew that Song Lao Er was going out with Da Shunzi, so she forcibly suppressed her temperament and stood in the courtyard looking out. "San'er, the firewood in the house is gone, you will come back with two bundles in a while."

Song Xiaosan was lying under the window tinkering with a wooden pistol from the Zhiqing Point, with an impatient expression: "Why don't you let my eldest brother do it?" The delicious food at home is not less close to him. ”

Boss Song, who was sitting on the threshold and eating melon seeds, didn't do it: "What's the matter, San'er, when did my mother have food and I didn't have you?" Why do you have to bargain with our mother when you do some work? I say that you are the bourgeois lazy thinking at work. ”

Song Xiaosan: "I see the sky and learn from the educated youth, and my thoughts are positive!" Don't you want to work, just put your hat on me. ”

Boss Song had a black face: "I am the boss, I will stand on the top of the door in the future, but I will do great things in the future, and my parents are still waiting for me to pay respect." What do you know about you little brat! ”

Song Xiaosan grew up in the shadow of Boss Song, and when he knew that the family property would be the boss in the future, he immediately expressed unity: "It's all to blame for the second brother, I don't know which wind to lead the fourth brother, or else we will do these jobs?" After speaking, Song Xiaosan went to chop firewood and hugged the bundle of firewood in a decent manner, and then lay under the window with his feet to the sky and play with the pistol.

The two brothers were so annoyed that Aunt Song was not annoyed at all, and felt that Song Lao Er, who had nothing to do, was angry: "When I come back, I will break his leg, and I won't be at home when I see the sky, so it's better that there is no such person at home." ”

As soon as Aunt Song finished speaking, she only felt a cool breeze on the back of her neck, and when she looked back, it was Song Lao Er staring at herself.

Aunt Song was immediately annoyed: "Still looking at what to do, the firewood in the house is hugged first, and you are full of food every day, whether you eat or not, who will support your uncle!" ”