October 1st is a great day for the whole country to celebrate, and Jintan Village is also shrouded in joy and excitement.
Because this day was also a great day for Ma Debao, a talented man from Jintan Village, to marry Bai Maimiao, the daughter of Principal Bai. Lao Ma's house was decorated with lights and bright red 囍 characters everywhere on the windows and doors.
Early in the morning, as soon as it got dark, Debao led a large group of people to the school and took Mai Miao, who was dressed in a bright red bridal outfit, back home.
There was no ceremony at all, everyone was noisy for a while, and then it was lively. When the banquet started, the newlyweds held wine glasses and toasted to the guests who came to congratulate each other at the table.
In addition to the folks from Jintan Village, there are also many guests who have come all the way from Yongquan Village. Yongquan Village is more than 700 miles away from here, which is too far away. These folks from Yongquan Village have arrived in advance. I arrived in one day and stayed at a neighbor's house.
After dinner and the banquet was over, Ma Huashui arranged for a car to take the villagers back to Yongquan.
After a whole day of wedding banquet, Debao and his wife were exhausted. Before the banquet was over, Debao got drunk and was carried back to the new house sideways.
Then there were young people like Ga Wa and Shui Wang, who were all drunk and no one could stand still.
On the other hand, Ma shouted for water. Although his face was red from drinking, he was only 40 to 50% drunk. At the end of the banquet, he was still sober and stood firmly at the door, sending the guests out one after another.
Wang Zhong was also slightly drunk. After the banquet, Wang Zhong went back first, while Shui Hua stayed at Debao's house to help Debao's mother and the others clean up the mess.
It wasn't until about four o'clock in the afternoon that Shuihua, wearing an apron, dragged his tired body back home.
"Mom! Mom!" When Ping An and Shunping saw their mother, they immediately dropped Wang Zhong and ran up to meet her.
Wang Zhong poured a glass of warm water, walked to the table, and said with concern: "You must be exhausted! Drink some water first."
A smile appeared on the tired face full of splashes: "Fortunately, there are many people helping, so it's not too tiring."
Wang Zhong walked behind Shui Hua, pinched her shoulders with both hands, and started massaging her with skillful movements: "How can I not be tired from serving so many guests, serving dishes, and cleaning."
"Okay, it's been a wild day. Go and finish today's homework first. Whoever can't finish it won't have fried eggs to eat tomorrow morning." The two sons played from morning to night today. When Wang Zhong left, , with a straight face, he forced the two demon kings to go home. Otherwise, they would probably be following the older kids in the village setting off firecrackers and causing trouble.
"Oh!" When talking about homework, the smiles on the faces of the two little guys immediately stopped. They looked sad, as if they had been punished. They reluctantly walked to the study room, sat down next to each other obediently, and picked up the paper. He picked up his pen and started doing the homework that Wang Zhong left for the two of them yesterday.
It is said to be homework, but in fact it is just calligraphy practice. The two little guys have to write five new words every day, writing each word twenty times, and they also have to memorize addition and subtraction formulas.
Although the amount is not large, it is not too small for two children who are only over five years old.
"Whoever finishes writing first will get the candy!" Seeing the two sons' reluctant expressions, Shuihua smiled and grabbed a handful of fruit candies wrapped in red from her pocket, tempting the two little ones. .
When the two little guys saw the handful of candies in Shuihua's hand, their eyes immediately lit up. They swallowed in unison, then looked at each other, lowered their heads and wrote quickly, focusing all their attention on the so-called family. There is no trace of previous reluctance on the homework paper.
When Shui Hua saw this, the smile on her face became even bigger, and then she shook her head involuntarily.
"How is the strength? Is it heavy or light?" Wang Zhong's gentle voice of concern came to his ears.
Shui Hua closed her eyes and said with a look of enjoyment: "The strength is just right."
Wang Zhong kept moving his hands and asked, "Is the Debao family finished?"
"It's almost done, but there's a lot of ingredients left. Auntie asked us all to share it and take it home. We don't lack it at home, so I didn't take it and gave it to everyone else."
"It seems that calling Uncle Shui this time is a big investment. With so many guests and so many tables, there are still some left." Wang Zhong said jokingly.
Shui Hua still closed her eyes, enjoying the massage from Wang Zhong: "No, there is still a lot left, especially the mutton, there are more than twenty kilograms left."
Wang Zhong's level of Chinese medicine has reached level four. When he was a copy in the human world, he learned a lot from Guangming, a master of massage and bone setting. Then in the world of youth, he went to a medical university to study specifically and interned at Xiehe University. When he was a child, he also studied under several old masters of traditional Chinese medicine. His techniques are exquisite and his acupoint recognition is accurate. Especially Wang Zhong has practiced martial arts and exercised his body all year round. His control of strength and the method of exerting force are beyond the capabilities of ordinary people. Than.
"How is Debao? Were you awake when you came back?"
"No!" Speaking of this, Shui Hua wanted to laugh: "My aunt even went to see it and said that Debao sleeps like a dead pig and can't be woken up no matter how hard she screams."
Wang Zhong was immediately interested, and the smile on his face became even bigger: "Then won't Mai Miao have to stay alone in the empty room tonight?"
Listening to Wang Zhong's unabashed evil smile, Shui Hua opened her eyes, turned her head and glanced at Wang Zhong sideways, and said: "Speaking of this treasure, I don't know how to restrain myself on a happy day. Unconscious."
"It's just this once in a lifetime. It's inevitable to drink more when you're happy." Wang Zhong could somewhat understand De Bao's mood: "De Bao misses Mai Miao for more than a day or two. Now he has successfully embraced the beauty. I was overjoyed and drank a little more, so there’s nothing strange about it.”
"Why didn't I see you drunk when we got married?" Shui Hua suddenly turned around and looked up at Wang Zhong, blinking her big black and white eyes with green pupils, and her long and sparse eyelashes. Trembling slightly.
"I'm not that silly boy from Debao. I have such a beautiful wife waiting for me to enter the bridal chamber on my big day. How could I be drunk?"
Wang Zhong lowered his head, leaned into Shui Hua's ear, and spoke softly.
Shui Hua blushed and subconsciously looked at her two sons in the study room. She was relieved to see that they were still concentrating on writing at their desks.
He raised his hand to touch Wang Zhong's shoulder and pushed hard: "What are you talking about? I don't know how to be shy in front of the two children."
Shui Hua's voice was very low, deliberately lowered, for fear of being heard by Ping An and He Ping. After she finished speaking, she remembered something, and for fear that Wang Zhong would misinterpret her meaning, she quickly added: "Don't disturb the children's homework!"
Seeing Shui Hua's face turn red, Wang Zhong became even more happy. He liked to see Shui Hua's shy look: "We say our words, and they do their homework. Besides, we are all so quiet, why bother?" .”
Shui Hua glanced sideways at Wang Zhong, turned around quickly, and turned her back to Wang Zhong, otherwise she would look directly into Wang Zhong's eyes, and changed the subject and said: "My shoulders and hands are still a little sore, please press them again."
Wang Zhong stepped forward with a smile on his face, raised his hand and continued to press Shui Hua.
After pressing it for seven or eight minutes, Shui Hua felt so comfortable that she almost fell asleep. Wang Zhong woke her up and said, "You go to the kang for a while and I'll make dinner."
Shui Hua quickly stood up and said, "I'd better go!"
"Okay!" Wang Zhong pulled her to the kang and sat down, and said, "You have been busy all day. Take a rest first. If you are exhausted, I will feel bad."
Shui Hua only felt warmth in her heart, and her whole body was wrapped in warmth. A faint sense of happiness surged into her heart. A smile appeared on her face involuntarily. As the corners of her mouth slightly raised, two shallow smiles appeared on both sides of her cheeks. Shallow dimples.
Shuihua is not the kind of thin melon-seed face, but an oval face, and the figure is not the slender and weak, small and exquisite type, quite tall, slightly plump figure, but not a trace of fat. Of course, here Half of the head is due to Wang Zhong, but more of it is due to Shui Hua's own unique talent.
"What do you want to eat?" Wang Zhong asked gently.
Shui Hua shook her head: "I will eat whatever you do!"
Wang Zhong thought for a moment and said, "Then let me make you some fried noodles."
"good!"
Shui Hua was indeed tired, so she took off her shoes and climbed onto the kang. As soon as her head touched the pillow, a feeling of sleepiness came to her mind.
Wang Zhong walked to the kitchen and made a large jar full of noodles. There was nothing he could do about it. Shui Hua was not the delicate 'fairy' in the world in the future. She usually worked hard and naturally ate a lot.
Although the two children were different from ordinary people, their food combined could not keep up with that of adults. However, Wang Zhong himself was a foodie. He could eat enough for five people in one meal, so he naturally had to cook more.
After mixing the noodles, turning the basin upside down, Wang Zhong began to stir-fry the sauce.
Wang Zhong first learned the skill of making fried sauce from Zheng Juan, and later from He Xiaoping and He Xiaoping's mother. Two authentic Yanjing natives have been eating fried noodles for decades, and the skill of making fried sauce has long been engraved in their bones. .
Yanjing people use pork belly to make fried sauce, but there are many Hui people in the Xihaigu area. The Hui people do not eat pork. Although the vast majority of Yongquan Village is Han, the habits developed over the years are basically followed by the villagers. If you don’t raise pigs, your poultry will either be sheep or chickens, and you will naturally stop eating pork.
Wang Zhong took out a piece of fat and lean mutton from the refrigerator, cut it into pieces, stir-fried it slowly with fine oil over low heat, then added other ingredients, continued to cook slowly over low heat, and a pot of fresh fried sauce was formed. .
Roll the woke noodles into evenly thick noodles and cut into thin strips with a knife.
Fifteen minutes later, a basin of noodles in cold water and a large bowl of fried sauce are ready.
Wang Zhong brought the noodles, fried sauce, and bowls and chopsticks into the main room. When the two little guys smelled the aroma, their stomachs immediately growled, and the fruit candies in their hands didn't seem so fragrant anymore.
"It smells so good!" Pingshun stared at the steaming fried sauce on the table, his eyes widened and he swallowed his saliva.
"I want to eat fried noodles!" Ping An quickly expressed his attitude.
"Go and wake mom up for dinner."
As soon as Wang Zhong finished speaking, the two little guys immediately ran to the kang and pushed Shuihua awake.
"Mom, mom, get up and eat quickly, dad made fried noodles!"
When eating, the two little guys almost buried their faces in the bowls. Each of them ate three small bowls, which was almost a big bowl.
It was Shui Hua who saw that both little guys' stomachs were bulging with food, so she didn't allow them to eat.
After dinner, the couple took the two little ones for a walk in the village. On the terrace in front of the village, as long as it was not a freezing cold winter, every day after dinner, the villagers would take their own The doll goes there for a walk.
The adults gathered together to chat, and the children filled the playground with fun, playing games, hide-and-seek, and hide-and-seek. It was very lively.
After playing with the two children on the village playground for more than an hour, around 6:50, the couple went home on time, turned on the TV, and watched the weather forecast first and then the news network.
But every time the couple takes their children home, there are always a bunch of dolls behind them, both male and female.
The two little ones both like to watch cartoons. After the news broadcast every day, they have an hour of cartoon time. They play VCDs and classic domestic cartoons. Wang Zhong has almost all of them at home.
"Havoc in Heaven", "Nezha Havoc in the Sea", "Legend of the Heavenly Book", "Calabash Baby", etc., etc. If the tape is stuck or broken after being kept for too long, Wang Zhong will replace it with a new one.
So every day at this time, the children in the village would spontaneously gather at Wang Chong's house, ranging from a few years old to teenagers.
The allure of cartoons to dolls is the same as the allure of beautiful and sexy women to men. There is no way to resist them.
"Uncle Zhong, what are you watching today?" As the news broadcast ended, an eleven or twelve-year-old boy asked Wang Zhong curiously, serious and full of expectation.
"What do you want to see?" Wang Zhong did not answer directly. Instead, he asked everyone for their opinions.
"Watch "Havoc in Heaven"!"
"Calabash Baby"
"I want to see Nezha making trouble in the sea!"
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Suddenly the room was filled with the voices of children, talking about anything.
In the final vote, it was decided that two-thirds of the children wanted to watch "Havoc in Heaven."
Wang Zhong took out the disc, opened the VCD, connected the video and audio cables, and played the disc of "Havoc in Heaven".
More than twenty children formed a large circle in front of the TV. The short ones sat in the front and the tall ones sat in the back.
Such situations are rarely seen in real society.
However, Wang Zhong heard from several former classmates who stayed in the county that every night, in the county square, someone would play an old-fashioned outdoor movie with a simple curtain and an old red movie. During the movie, most of the people gathered in front of the curtain were elderly grandparents.
He was wearing a cane and carrying a small foldable stool.
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Shanhai Group has long been established, and since the group's business got on track, Wang Chong's family's life has gradually entered this regular state.
Wang Zhong is not the kind of strong man who likes to do everything himself, but the kind who likes to delegate power and leave professional matters to professionals. This is Wang Zhong's style.
Everything is on track, and the documents for the establishment of Minning Town have been issued. We only need to wait for the construction of various infrastructures to be in place before the next step of immigration and village relocation can be carried out.
Jintan Village has also become the wealthiest village among all immigrant villages. The lives of the villagers are becoming more and more prosperous day by day. With hope and seeing the future, smiles will naturally appear on the faces of the villagers.
