"Second aunt, this is for you."
"Uncle Six, take this wine."
"Eh? Where is fourth aunt? Does your family want Yanghe or Quanxing?"
In the Yang family house, Ni Yinghong was like a benevolent landowner, stuffing things into the hands of each relative, and carrying out poverty alleviation and condolences activities that the villagers loved to see.
However, because there were too many people, she was smart and could only treat them differently. For the elders like the second uncle and the third uncle, she would get some tobacco, wine, sugar and tea, while for the younger ones, she would get them. Each of those people was given something, either a cigarette or a bottle of wine. As for the village cadres who were not related to each other, it was Chu Heng who came forward and gave each of them a box of Pegasus cigarettes.
In this regard, no one in the room complained at all, and everyone was smiling happily.
As mentioned before, when it comes to dividing things, it is important not to worry about scarcity but inequality, but there is a prerequisite for this, and that is status.
Although the younger generations get far less than the elders, do they dare to say anything?
If they dare, they will be greeted by their third uncle and grandpa's big dick, followed by scoldings.
What's the level of your special girl? Dare you accept the same thing as me?
In the same way, the same is true for those village cadres. They are neither relatives of Chu Heng nor friends of Chu Heng. They can enjoy themselves secretly if they can get a pack of cigarettes.
At this time, the room was peaceful.
The men or women from each family who had just received the gifts happily looked at the things in their hands, and threw out baskets of good words. Xiao Ni was dizzy after hearing this, and could hardly find it, and the smile on his face never faded. Fading away, her smile was like a flower, which made Chu Heng very worried. If it continued like this, when they returned from attending Yang Qing's wedding, his wife's face would have a lot of wrinkles.
We chatted like this for a while, and at about six o'clock, Mrs. Yang Qing, who lived in the kitchen of the outhouse, showed a happy and rough face at the door and shouted: "Stop chatting now, hurry up Set the table and let’s eat right away.”
"boom!"
In an instant, the women sitting around the kang went to the ground one after another, some to set up the table, and some to get the dishes and chopsticks. The division of labor was clear, the chaos was orderly, and the cooperation was very tacit, as if they had rehearsed it countless times.
But the men should still drink tea and smoke without moving.
Women also take this for granted.
In this small mountain village where farming is the main source of income, men are the backbone of the family. Their hands are used to earn grain for their families, not to do laundry or cook.
Even now women can work in the fields to earn work points, and the economic value they create is enough to make them equal to their husbands. However, the idea of male superiority and female inferiority inherited from thousands of years of history has been deeply ingrained, so they have not realized this, or It is said that the mind has not yet been liberated, but it is still doing what women should have done thousands of years ago without complaint.
The women moved quickly, and within a short time, three large tables were placed in the Yang family house. As the delicacies carefully prepared by the third uncle and grandpa for Chu Heng and Ni Yinghong were served, people in the room took their seats one after another, holding up their wine glasses and talking loudly. stand up.
This continued until around seven o'clock, when the sky was getting dark and the open-air movie on the threshing floor was about to start.
As a result, the old and young men in the house quickly ended the drinking party, left Yang's house in a hurry, ran back to their homes, picked up the matza and bench, and rushed to the threshing floor to watch a movie.
"What movie will be shown today, Lingling?"
"The first tunnel battle ended at Military Station No. 51."
"Oh, I really like tunnel battles. Come on, hurry up, don't run out of good positions in a while."
"Don't worry, sister-in-law, Yang Qing has already arranged for someone to take a good seat."
On the way to the threshing floor, Xiao Ni was surrounded by women. A group of warblers and swallows chatted, attracting a lot of attention.
Chu Heng was following them, and he was also the center of attention among the men. Even his third uncle and second uncle had to stay with him.
A group of people walked for a while, talking and laughing, and then came to the threshing floor.
"Ouch!"
Chu Heng and his wife were immediately shocked by the scene in front of them.
I saw a huge curtain held up by two pine poles in front of the earth wall on the easternmost side of the threshing floor. People were sitting in front of the dark curtain, almost filling the entire threshing floor. It looks like a can of soybeans, and you can't even see where you put your feet.
There were men, women, and children in the venue. Because the movie hadn't been played yet, everyone was chatting and swearing. It was a mess.
The arrival of Chu Heng and others quickly attracted the attention of the villagers. Knowing that the Yang Qing family had relatives in Beijing, they looked over curiously. No matter men, women, old or young, they were all amazed by this golden couple.
"Are all the people in Forty-Nine City so good-looking?"
"Hey, have you seen that woman? She looks like the one in the painting."
"That man is so handsome. I have never seen such a handsome man in my whole life."
"Look at the clothes they're wearing."
During the discussion, Yang Kai, the eldest grandson of the second uncle's grandfather's family, suddenly stood up from a vacant space in front of the curtain and waved to them vigorously.
"Brother, sister-in-law, this way!"
He didn't drink today. After dinner, he came over with a mission to occupy the space.
When Ren Lingling saw it, she quickly and several women carefully protected Ni Yinghong and squeezed into the crowd. They were wary of men whose eyes were about to pop out, especially those notorious second-rate men from ten miles and eight villages, fearing that they would The brain gets hot and takes advantage, which leads to some terrible things.
"Give it all, give it all."
"What the hell are you looking at? Believe it or not, I'll dig out your eyeballs."
Such a posture directly discourages those who have other ideas, because they are afraid of being torn apart by these old ladies!
Under heavy protection, Xiao Ni arrived at the open space smoothly, and then was arranged to sit down at an angle at the end.
Soon Chu Heng also squeezed in and took a seat next to his wife.
It just so happened that the movie was put on at this time. As the familiar music sounded, the originally chaotic threshing floor suddenly became quiet. Everyone looked attentively at the big curtain in front of them.
But Ni Yinghong, who loves watching movies the most, did not pay attention to the curtain at this time. She turned her beautiful eyes and looked at the children around her who were either poorly dressed, some were sallow and skinny, and they were even almost ten years old and still had their butts bare.
She was not Sima Zhong, who did not eat minced meat. She knew very well that the reason why these children did not wear pants was because the family was too poor and could not bear to give up cloth to make clothes for the children whose bodies almost changed every day.
Ni Yinghong's eyes turned around and finally landed on a little girl who was very close to her. This little girl looked about five or six years old. She was wearing clothes sewn with scraps of cloth, just like in the play. Hundreds of clothes.
Due to long-term malnutrition, her body looked as thin as if it were made of firewood sticks, and her hair was sparse and yellow, like withered grass.
"Suck!"
The little girl, like Ni Yinghong, did not go to the movies. Instead, she bit her fingers and drooled as she looked at a child not far away who was nibbling on a bun while watching a movie.
Seeing her look like this, Xiao Ni was convinced that this little girl probably didn't eat at night, or only ate very little.
Ni Yinghong held her husband's big hand, feeling an indescribable feeling in her heart.
This rural area was more difficult than she imagined.
(End of chapter)
