I lost my vegetative state, and I became the richest man in the world

Chapter 293 Women and Children Cannot Be Served! 【2】

The production team in Sanjiaotang has no electricity, and there is no electricity in Weilongwu.

Usually, at this time, the villagers also go back to their homes early to rest.

tonight.

Wailongwu is bustling here.

For the children of the villagers, and even the dogs in the village, today is the busiest day.

The middle-aged people and women in the village have been busy all day, and when they start cooking in the afternoon, the aroma of the vegetables attracts children and dogs.

Many children have licked their mouths and drooled more than once, asking their families when they can eat?

However, all the adults in the family know that these meals are used to greet Mr. Yang's family who came back from Xiangjiang. Villagers like them often have an adult, who is the pillar of the family, as a representative to participate in the meal together.

In this era, many times, whether it is a dinner party or other important events, women and even children in the family cannot participate in it.

In addition to explaining the status of these women and children, there is also a lot to do with the special lack of material in this era.

"Em, when can Ya have dinner?"

"Maomao, you go home and eat by yourself."

A five or six-year-old child with dirty clothes was looking at the table in the south hall. His parents had reminded him many times that children, and even women in the village, were not allowed to eat at the table together. For the rest, each household may share a little bit.

"Em, I want to eat buckwheat."

The Hakka people are particularly famous for their braised pork with preserved vegetables, which are usually eaten on special occasions or during Chinese New Year.

The child has long seen several cousins ​​frying more than half of the fat pork, and he wants to eat a piece of fat pork.

"Maomao, no, you go back first."

The middle-aged woman next to him said.

Maomao didn't want to leave yet, so the middle-aged woman could only whip him and let Maomao go home to eat by himself. Yang Shuhai came over and said, "Mr. Yang just said that the women and children of the villagers can eat at the table. However, it is not enough Food, now you have to continue to kill chickens and ducks."

Women and children in the village can also eat on the table?

The middle-aged woman and the child Mao Mao couldn't believe it when they heard it. In the past few days, they had heard Yang Shuhai tell them thousands of times. Make unsightly gestures in front of you, even, you can't eat with Mr. Yang and the others, and don't get close to Mr. Yang.

In the eyes of Yang Shuhai and even these villagers, Mr. Yang seemed impossible to get close to a sacred big man.

"Uncle Shuhai, then I'll go help." The middle-aged woman said.

. . .

The women here helped kill chickens and boil hot water, while the middle-aged men over there continued to cook vegetables.

Yang Ming looked at the sumptuous meals on the table in front of him. In this kind of weather, it might get cold soon.

In addition, at the end of the day, Yang Ming was really hungry.

Even if it was rough rice, Yang Ming ate two bowls of it.

Yang Ming didn't eat the pickled meat with pickled vegetables on the table that made the women and children in the village salivate.

Not only him, Yang Jirong and his wife, Ah Zhu, Zhong Chuhong, Lin Xiuzhi and others did not eat.

"Mr. Yang, the fried pork with preserved vegetables is really good here. It's very authentic. Why don't you eat it?" Mr. Shen asked, picking up a half-fat piece of fried pork with preserved vegetables with his chopsticks.

"Mr. Shen, you can eat."

Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang, and other people with unusual identities usually seldom eat. Now that they are with Mr. Yang for a day, they are indeed very hungry.

When Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang were eating there, Yang Ming sighed inwardly.

The poverty in this hometown was far beyond his imagination.

Because there wasn't enough food to entertain him, the women in the village who had been busy all day couldn't go to the table to eat together. As for the children, many people probably didn't take it seriously.

This seems to be normal in the village, even in the commune, and even the adults in the village.On the contrary, Yang Ming asked them to sit down and eat together, which seemed very abnormal.

They couldn't understand Mr. Yang's approach and thinking. In their view, women and children were the last to eat when there was not enough food, which belonged to the traditional habit of thousands of years.

Not just here, but in other parts of the country as well.

"Daddy, how about the white rice?" Yang Ming asked with a smile.

When they were in Xiangjiang, they ate the most expensive Siamese rice imported from Nanyang. They usually ate too much, but it was nothing.Now A Zhu, Zhong Chuhong, and Lin Xiuzhi are still a little uncomfortable eating these rough rice suddenly.

Yang Jirong said: "Peter, we used to be really satisfied with a bowl full of white rice for a meal."

this dinner.

From 19:30 until 20:30 in the evening.

Yang Ming just ate two bowls of white rice and some vegetables, but nothing else.

This was the first meal he had when he returned to the production team in Sanjiaotang, his hometown, and it made him realize the poverty and difficulty in his hometown.

After dinner.

Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang and others have already eaten their fill.

"Mr. Yang, are you and your parents really not going to live in Longchuan Guest House?" Mr. Shen asked again.

"Mr. Shen, as I said, I will stay in my hometown tonight and even during this time."

"Mr. Yang, then we can't greet you well. The old man and Mr. Xi are afraid." Secretary Zhang also said worriedly.

"Don't worry, this has nothing to do with other people, it's my own decision."

Since Yang Ming said that, Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang felt relieved.

The two were going to have a call with Yang Jirong and his wife, and then they took the car back to Longchuan Guest House to stay, they really couldn't live here.

When they were about to leave, Yang Ming asked, "Mr. Shen, does Longchuan welcome all the landline calls?"

Landline phone?

"Mr. Yang, yes." Mr. Shen said hastily. He thought that Mr. Yang suddenly changed his mind and wanted to go back to the guest house in Longchuan with them by car.

"Then I will arrange for my secretary Lin Xiuzhi to go back to the guest house with you."

Lin Xiuzhi still has something to do, she can't live here, she needs to talk to Tang Shilian who is far away in Xiangjiang through the landline.

Secretary Lin?
"Mr. Yang, don't worry, I will arrange for Secretary Lin to live well. We will meet you here when we come back from Longchuan Guest House tomorrow morning."

Lin Xiuzhi originally wanted to stay with her boss, Yang Ming.

Regarding the company, she really needed to contact Tang Shilian from Xiangjiang. Lin Xiuzhi took her own things and left with Mr. Shen and others.

Those who left were more than 20 accompanying representatives of Mr. Shen.

When these people left by car, Yang Ming looked at Ah Zhu and Lin Xiuzhi and asked, "Do you want to follow Lin Xiuzhi to the guest house?"

"Master, I'm here with you."

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