Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 457 Funeral (5)

  Lao Zhou rubbed his head and felt less pain. He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it..."

  The village chief breathed a sigh of relief.

  Thursday Lang bulged his cheeks, pulled Uncle Lai’s son and hid to speak. After a while, Thursrang sneaked out to find Zhou Daliang and Zhou Dahong.

  These two are his good partners, well, commonly known as Hu Peng and Gou You, today they are responsible for serving the various table meals.

  Basically, whether the dishes on a table are good or not, how many and few, half depends on them, and the other half depends on the kitchen.

  And the person in the kitchen is more familiar with Chu Lang, because his wife is inside.

  In a short while, Chu Lang went back and sat down on the mat again. Several people in the Zhang family went to the hall and bowed slightly after two bows.

  Thursday Lang secretly curled his lips and snorted in his heart.

  There are a total of six tables in the yard. Basically, those who sit in the main yard are close to the old Zhou family.

  Because it was Zhou Yin's funeral, the relationship should be counted from Zhou Yin's side. The Zhang family was the first. After all, it was Zhou Yin's grandfather's family. Even if his uncles were gone, his cousins ​​were still there.

  Lao Zhoutou prepared four people from the Zhang family. After all, they were a little far away from them, and then they were close by blood, and then the three uncles of the Qian family.

  Although Zhou Yin and the Qian family were not related by blood, he was brought up by the Qian family. When he was young, he confessed to the wrong mother. He was once beaten by Zhou Dalang for not allowing him to call his mother a mother.

  Obviously smaller than Zhou Dalang, but can beat him so much.

  He did not go back to Qian's house with Qian when he was young, so the Qian family sat up in this position.

  But when the Zhang family arrived, the hula lala’s three tables were not enough. The Qian family stopped sitting in the yard and waited to go outside.

Some people in the    clan who had been arranged to sit in the main courtyard also retired.

  Lao Zhou had no choice but to take the outside house. After all, there were his brother's bones in the hall. He didn't want to make trouble at this time.

But it doesn’t mean that Chu Lang can’t do anything about it. Sure enough, after this wave of talents of the Zhang family went to the table, the person who was sitting with them at the fourth table was hugged by a group of young people who came in and walked out, “Isn’t this uncle? , Why are you sitting here, it’s shady outside under the tree, come here, I’ll change positions with you..."

   "Auntie, your grandson was looking for you just now, so you are here, come and come, I will take you to find your grandson..."

   crowded all the people on the fourth table outside, and then they ran in and squeezed in. There were a lot of them. Seven or eight boys and girls squeezed in and almost occupied the entire table.

  Zhang’s family members dissatisfied: "There are enough people, so I can’t sit down anymore."

   "There is no way, the next table is also full, and there are fewer people at this table. Why don't you wait for the last table to eat?"

  "You are the last table to eat, whose child are you, haven't you seen us getting older?"

   "Oh, I'm still young. You didn't know to let us be young. You are still arguing with our group of children when you are old. Is that fair?"

  The family was so angry that they asked: "Which house are you from? Are you sitting in this main courtyard?"

   "Why don't I sit there anymore, my last name is Zhou, and my uncle lies in the coffin in the upper hall! You said can I sit? I don't know who you are yet."

   "Then above is our Zhang family's nephew, and his mother came from our Zhang family. Who do you think we are?"

   "I haven't heard of it, I haven't seen you since I was as old as the head of Qili Village."

  While talking, Zhou Daliang and others came up with vegetables and steamed buns. When the Zhang family saw steamed buns, their eyes were almost straight. Before the basket containing steamed buns was placed on the table, they just grabbed it...

   Zhou Daliang almost couldn't hold it firmly.

He only had time to "hehehey" three times, and the first basket of steamed buns was snatched by the Zhang family. One was stuffed in his mouth, two in his hand, and one was stuffed hardly into his mouth while working hard. Hide the buns in your arms.

  Not only Zhou Daliang, but also the young people who came prepared at the table were shocked.

  Thursday Lang, who was sitting in the hall and looking down, looked down at his friends with hatred of iron and steel. Said Lang saw the mumble, "It's stupid, who asked you to find them?"

   "Who do you look for if you don't find them?"

   "Look for the big donkeys!" On Wednesday, he glanced at him and said: "They will **** things, but they can't eat. They are good at eating big donkeys, otherwise I can do it too."

  Thursday Lang: "...It's too late, we can't make a substitution halfway."

  Wednesday Lang was also a little sorry, "You should tell me earlier, or you can tell the eldest brother and the second brother."

  Thursday Lang: "...I'm afraid you will scold me."

  "Why are you scolding you, you are your own family, what are we doing if we are full?"

  Thursday, Lang Jue felt that today's third brother was a bit strange.

  The two brothers are whispering here, but the dinner table below is surging.

  The young people successfully aroused the fighting spirit by the Zhang family. Regardless of whether they eat or not, grab the steamed buns first, oh, and the dishes on the table.

Zhou Daliang glared at his friends, and after they said they were ready, he brought a basket over. At this moment, he said loudly: "The food at each table is fixed. Don't grab it, everyone. Eat..."

  He deliberately walked around to the side of the young people and put the basket on the table. As a result, the Zhang family directly stood up and stretched out their arms to grab it.

This is too much. They didn't get the first basket. The young people stood up and snatched the basket from Zhou Daliang's hands. Then they hulled and grabbed it. They couldn't hold it all, and they reached out very lovingly. Pass it to the person next to it, anyway, you can't let the Zhang family take advantage of it too much.

  Zhang’s family only grabbed a few steamed buns, a little angry, gave these young people a secret glance, and began to eat the steamed buns in their hands.

  In fact, Zhang's family not only grabbed food with other guests, but also with their own family. The other three tables were much more intense than the fourth table.

  The young people occasionally turned their heads and glanced at the table in front of them, and they couldn't help being frightened.

  Zhang’s family members stuffed the steamed buns and vegetables into their mouths like desperation, and occasionally hid them in their arms, while Lao Zhou directly turned his head aside.

  Actually, the Zhang family’s previous family situation is much better than theirs, but unfortunately in the hands of his cousin, the Zhang family’s life gets worse and worse.

  But Lao Zhoutou didn't think it would be difficult for them to become what they are now. It's... too embarrassing.

  Lao Zhou looked at the coffin in the mourning hall without speaking.

  People in Qili Village also feel that the Zhang family is ashamed and would rather go outside to eat than in the main courtyard.

  This year, Qili Village is the most difficult home for the Leizi. It can also fill up the stomach when mixed with wheat bran, so they eat fast, but they won’t rush it directly.

  After eating, I am still in the mood to sit at the table and talk.

  　 The next update will be around 11 o’clock in the evening. It’s a bit late. Let’s get some sleep first.

  (End of this chapter)