The young man at the head has a long, white face and a thin body. From a distance, he looks like a slender monkey.
Farmers are exposed to wind and rain, regardless of winter or summer, working in the fields with their backs to the loess and their faces to the sky, and few of them don't get tanned.
A man who is born white is not something worth showing off. He is either a lazy man who is too lazy to work in the fields, or he has no farmland to farm at home and thinks about helping out in the autumn wind all day long.
Coincidentally, these two points happened to everyone who came.
Xiangyun remembered that the man talking with his arms akimbo at the door was the village gangster who followed Ding Maoshan that day and beat Erlang of the Cao family until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.
She spat at several people to express her disgust, but unfortunately she was too young to hold it in her mouth, so it all spat on her bib.
At first glance, outsiders thought she was making fun of people coming by. Xiangyun buried her head in her father's neck, which was embarrassing.
Lin Laosan only thought that his daughter was frightened, and his eyes gradually darkened as he looked at the visitor.
These people obviously came with bad intentions, and the Cao family's sister-in-law was not a vegetarian either, so she stood in front of everyone with her waist crotched.
"Hu Er, the sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly. Elders from all the families are here. What do you want to do?"
"What are you doing? Come for dinner! Our brothers all grew up with the village chief of Caoda. Now that he is an official, of course the brothers will come to celebrate him."
Hu Er smiled, stretched his neck to look at the dining table, and found an empty seat to invite people to sit down. It was not enough to occupy a table with hula la, so he pushed all the original guests aside.
The villagers who were robbed of their positions dared to be angry but did not dare to speak out. Firstly, they did not want to cause too much trouble in the good days of the Cao family. Secondly, these people were the tyrants in the village and were used to being arrogant and barbaric. They would rather offend a gentleman than a villain. The virtue of retribution is what the villagers are afraid of.
As the saying goes, those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. I don’t know since when, these bastards who have no father or mother, or are rejected by their families, have similar odors and get together.
Just because the villagers didn't dare to fall out, it didn't mean that the Cao family had nothing to do. As expected, Cao Ayao had quick eyes and quick hands. He took the dishes off the table first, found a new place, and invited the villagers to sit down.
Hu Er and others were so angry that they had been humiliated. Looking at the meat and steamed buns on the other table, their eyes widened and they immediately started to grab them...
One of the blind people almost pressed on Uncle Yu. He only heard Uncle Yu say "Hey, hey, hey" three times. The chopsticks were squeezed to the ground, and the steamed buns in his hands also fell to the ground. After rolling a few times, they were stained. Mud, and someone stepped on it.
The table could not bear the weight of so many people, so it tilted to the side. After a few "crash" sounds, all the untouched food on the table fell into the mud, and the soup and vegetables were scattered all over the floor...
Uncle Yu stared at the wasted food on the ground, his eyes wide with anger, his white beard trembling with anger, and with a "pop" sound, he slapped the face of the nearest troublemaking young man.
When one attack was not enough, he also attacked several others, including Hu Er who was stunned.
Not only the Cao family, but also Hu Er and others who came to cause trouble were shocked.
The villagers watching the theater in the courtyard stopped, swallowed hard, chewed the last bite in their mouths, and did not dare to move again.
Someone whispered to each other: "Hu Er and the others are going to be in trouble. Uncle Yu hates people wasting food."
Uncle Yu, who was sitting in the main seat, looked at the group of young people in the village who were unable to get on the stage. He looked at them with a look of hatred, and wanted to poke Hu Er in the face with his finger.
"Hu Er, when your father was still alive, he didn't tell you how many people in your family died during the famine that year in Lianhua Village?"
Hu Er was suddenly called out, and he was a little scared. He didn't know much about the older generation, but he knew from Uncle Yu's expression that the matter would be serious.
He said vaguely: "I was so young back then, how could I possibly know."
Uncle Yu's eyes swept across the people in the courtyard, fell on the little baby in Lin Laosan's arms, and pointed at Xiangyun.
"You were only the same age as her back then, and you were no more skinny than a wild monkey in the mountains. If you hadn't relied on your parents to beg for food from door to door and collect half a bowl of rice porridge mixed with wheat bran, how could you have survived? today!"
"Now, thanks to God, you can have enough to eat, and you start to destroy God's job. Aren't you afraid of triggering God's wrath and being punished by God?"
Hu Er was scolded like a grandson and did not dare to talk back. He was actually a little worried about Uncle Yu.
When his father was still alive, he respected the old man very much. After all, he was a scholar and was looked down upon wherever he went.
It's just that in recent years, the old village chief has been on the board of directors, and Uncle Yu is getting older and doesn't like to show up. Some people in the village have forgotten that he gave up martial arts and became civilized.
When he was young, he fought on the battlefield and probably saw a lot of blood. As he got older, he focused more on books.
But the killing and decisive aura of a martial artist is still there.
When mentioning the famine that year, many people whose families had starved to death couldn't help but wipe the corners of their eyes.
The younger generation may not remember it clearly, but the older ones can’t help but feel numb when mentioning those two years.
When locusts pass through the border, there is no harvest.
Then they caught up with the Earth Dragon, and most of the fertile fields were destroyed. They ran out of grain, and had to live by chewing tree bark. In the end, they were so hungry that they ate Guanyin soil, and countless people died of it.
The mountains were piled with corpses, and the digging of holes could not keep up with the speed of the dead.
At that time, the old village head's family was considered to be one of the best in the village. He distributed the food at home to the villagers, and called on everyone to pay attention to the children and the elderly first, and then took the villagers to hunt and dig wild vegetables and fruits in the mountains.
All the edible food in the mountains had been dug up long ago, and the animals were also hungry. They would go crazy and hurt people wantonly. The old village chief was always at the forefront. Once, half of his arm was almost bitten off by a leopard in the forest.
It can be said that without the old village chief to lead the villagers through the difficulties, the existence of Lianhua Village now is a problem. This is why everyone has respected the old village chief for many years. Even though they know that his son is ineffective, they are still willing to train him to become a new villager. A former village chief.
Who would have thought that Ding Maoshan would be so unsatisfied that he would destroy his future for the sake of a widow.
The more the villagers thought about it, the more angry they became. Ding Maoshan's depravity was inseparable from the instigation of these young people.
Those who are close to vermillion are red, and those who are close to ink are dark. What can I do wrong when I am young, but I want to wander around in the street.
I spent the whole day wandering around the village with nothing to do, saying a few teasing words to the pretty young wife I met, and sometimes committing petty thefts.
Seeing that we have the same roots and have lived together for generations and helped each other, everyone turned a blind eye many times. It seems that if we continue to let it go today, there may be some trouble.
No one could guarantee that this mess would not fall on their own family. The more everyone thought about it, the more angry they became, and the eyes of Hu Er and others gradually became gloomy.
Several young people shrank back under the glare of the villagers, and realized that they had gone too far.
They didn't intend to overturn the table, they just wanted to have a meal and kill the new village chief's authority. However, the table that the Cao family found had legs that were crooked, like tofu, and would break when touched.
Faced with the unkind looks of so many people, they straightened their backs and said, "Isn't it just a table of food? If you knock it over and put it on another table, how much is it worth? At the worst, you have to pay for it."
Sister-in-law of the Cao family: "This is what you said. Listen carefully. The tables, chairs, benches, dishes, chopsticks and spoons were all borrowed from the neighbors. Now they are all broken. According to the market price, they are at least fifty cents."
A few young people laughed. It was only fifty cents, and they could afford it.
But what Cao's sister-in-law said next made them break out in cold sweat.
