"It's coming, just wait a few more minutes." Mo Changfeng said to the children while busy in the kitchen.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, a pot of poon choi was served, with chopped pepper fish head soup, boiled fish fillet, yellow and spicy diced in sour soup, fried white strips, fried river prawns, and stir-fried side dishes and side vegetable soup.

Mo Shifu has prepared some fruit wine, as well as Lao Baigan, of which the fruit wine is for women and children, all of which are brewed by Mo Changfeng himself, and a group of men are still used to drinking Lao Baigan to enjoy it.

In addition, some peanuts, dried fruits and other foods were also taken out, which could be used for wine, and when there were not many dishes to eat in the past, men often could make half a catty of wine with a handful of peanuts.

"Come and sit down, baby, and start eating." beckoned everyone to sit down, Mo Changfeng was also called, and the last side vegetable soup mother and a few of them were working on it, so they didn't want him to stay in the kitchen.

The man sits at a table here, there are Mo Shifu and Mo Changfeng, as well as Zhou Caifu, Zhou Fangbin and his son, Mo Shilu, Mo Changjin and his son, Mo Shiqing, Mo Changhong and his son, plus Mo Changhong's two sons Mo Yuanhua and Mo Yuanlin, and Zhou Fangbin's son Zhou Xiaocheng, a total of eleven people.

At the table on the woman's side, there are four old mothers, plus four daughters-in-law, as well as Mo Changfeng, and Zhou Xiaoyan, the daughter of Zhou Fangbin's family, a total of ten people.

By the way, Zhou Wanrong's side, there were still two brothers and sisters sitting in the cart, Shuai Shuai opened his black eyes, looked at everyone one by one, and listened to what everyone said, but I don't know if he remembers.

But both of them were a little uneasy, they kept trying to stand up, grabbing their mother's clothes, trying to climb out of the cart, but after trying in vain, they didn't cry, but kept trying.

After a while, seeing that the adults were chatting while eating, they both turned their heads to their brother and said something to him, it seemed to be baby language, maybe only they could understand, but Shuai Shuai just looked at his sister and smiled, and reached out to pull her, but Shuangshuang didn't appreciate it, and shook off his brother's hand a little angrily.

"Baby, come and eat the fish." However, soon Mo Changfeng came over with a bowl, and he got some meat from the head of the tarpon, all of which were thornless, and fed them to the two children.

Shuai Shuai sat quietly, and his father ate seriously when he fed, while Shuangshuang kept trying to crawl out, refusing to eat seriously every time, and tried to stretch out his little hand to want his father to carry her out.

"Baby, eat the fish first, and when you are full, you can walk and play by yourself."

Mo Changfeng persuaded while throwing food, seeing that his father refused to hug him, he waved his slap and wanted to call over, but his mother grabbed her and glared at her, so he didn't dare to make trouble again.

Although the two babies are only more than six months old, they have already opened meat for them a few days ago, so feed them a little meat, they have been able to eat, and they all like to eat it very much.

Everyone was eating lively, several men were still playing fists, women were gossiping, and the children were eating quietly, because Mo Changfeng's craftsmanship was not to be said, and the dishes tasted good, so that the children were willing to eat more.

"It's still Changfeng's craftsmanship that hasn't been said, even these naughty little guys have eaten a lot." Aunt Nine said with a smile.

"Yes, the two little ancestors of my family usually run around when they eat, and they don't want to eat, but every time their uncle makes a dish, they like to eat it very much." Liu Yuehua also smiled and said that she was still very satisfied with Mo Changfeng, her son-in-law.

"When will Changfeng also teach us to see if we can learn some skills in cooking?" Han Sanmei said jokingly.

"Wanrong, or are you blessed, no wonder you have to wait for Changfeng for so long?" The sister-in-law next to her also smiled.

Zhou Wanrong just glanced at Mo Changfeng with a smile and didn't speak, but Mo Changfeng said with a smile: "Good rice is not afraid of being late, my bowl of rice should be Wanrong, and I can't run away." ”

After eating for more than an hour, the dinner was over, and it didn't take a few mothers to clean up, Han Sanmei, Wan Zhilian, and Zhao Xiaoqiong cleaned up the table quickly, and then went into the kitchen to wash the dishes and brush the pots.

Mo Changfeng made a pot of good tea, everyone still gathered around the table to drink tea and chat, the weather in April has not yet begun to be hot, at this time the cool breeze is very pleasant.

"Yo, it's so lively."

Soon, some villagers came out for a walk, walked to the neighborhood and heard that the yard was very lively, came over to say hello, Mo Shifu naturally also beckoned people to come in and sit, and then poured some tea with a paper cup and sent it, and then handed a cigarette to the smoker.

"Thank you, Uncle Mo."

In fact, after the new house of the old Mo family was repaired, especially after Mo Changfeng got married, more villagers came to their house, especially the villagers of the nearby headquarters, who often came out for a walk at night and came to have a look.

Wang Juhua took out some plastic stools again, and soon there were more than ten people in the yard, both adults and children, but some of the children ran to the gazebo next to them to play, and some went in to watch TV.

At the end of the year, Mo Changfeng spent money to install a solar street lamp on the edge of his yard, which can be fully charged without too strong sunlight, enough to light for eight hours at night, and can meet the conditions for charging lighting for more than 300 days a year.

Therefore, the courtyard of the Mo family is always brightly lit outside the wind, and even the surrounding roads are illuminated, so the villagers of the headquarters like to walk around when they go out for a walk after dinner.

Every time Mo Changfeng and Zhou Wanrong go home, the house will be very lively, and the villagers will come to visit the door after hearing about it, some have something to ask for, some are asking for some news, and some are purely here to join in the fun.

Seeing that there were more people, Mo Changfeng went to make a pot of tea again, but this time it was ordinary tea, but the taste was also very mellow and sweet, full of fragrance.

Last year's tea, there are still more tea left in the Ming Dynasty, and the fine tea and ordinary tea are nearing the end, but last month he made a batch of Ming Qian tea, and it is time to make fine tea again, as for the ordinary tea, it will have to wait until the last batch of collection and production after May Day.

"Zhou Zhishu, can our paddy fields really get 30,000 yuan a mu this year?" Some elderly villagers chatted and asked about Zhou Caifu.

"Old money, Murakami's contracts have been signed, so can there be any fakes? And 30,000 yuan is the least, that is, the bottom guarantee, no matter how much the grain seeds can be sold, at least give everyone this price. If the yield of cereal seeds is high and the income per mu is higher, it may be more than that. Zhou Caifu explained.

"In other words, is it possible to divide more?" The villagers only knew that they could divide 30,000 mu before, although the contract stated that it was at least 30,000 mu, but most of them did not analyze it carefully, and they did not pay attention to it when they heard the village cadres talk about it.

"Yes, it is possible to divide it into 35,000 or even 40,000 yuan, but everyone must not be lazy when working, because this income dividend is based on the output." Mo Changfeng said beside him, he was also worried that some villagers would work and grind foreign labor, and if it affected the growth of rice, it would be troublesome.