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Chapter 112 Why Don't They Move Their Ancestral Graves Also?

At 7:23 am on July 11, Wangcun.

At this time, the village was very lively. Even though there was no Chinese New Year, every household put on new clothes.In an open space in the middle of the village, there were more than a dozen tables of banquets.

Although there is not much meat in these dishes, it is definitely a hearty lunch that ordinary people cannot eat during the Chinese New Year.

The village security chief stood in the crowd wearing a red dress. Today is his day of great joy.Although he is 57 years old this year, it is Wang Taizhong's fifth wife who entered the door today.

Since his son came back from studying there when he was a child, and became the captain of the gendarmerie in the county, he led the villagers to expand around in a pretentious manner.

When meeting those who cooperate, Wang Taizhong will give some money.If there are people who don't give face, he will directly bring people to the door to rob the women, because this incident has already forced many ordinary people to ruin their families.

Although he hasn't seen his son for more than a year, Wang Taizhong doesn't care, as long as his son is still alive.

Amidst the compliments, the wedding is about to officially begin.But at this moment, a group of little days in military uniforms suddenly came to the entrance of the village.The man in the lead seemed to be full of aura, and behind him were a few ghost soldiers holding gifts.

Although it looked like they were here to give gifts, because these people were all armed, none of the people present dared to speak up.

Seeing this situation, Wang Taizhong guessed in his heart that the person should be sent by his son, and the other party should know that today is his day of great joy.

So dressed in red, he walked towards these little days, and stopped three meters away.

"Taijun! If you can come to my wedding, our Wang Village is really full of splendor."

Looking at the nodding and bowing old man in front of him, Wang Lu stood there awkwardly, but he didn't intend to go up to help.

"Father, it's me. Why don't you even recognize me?"

When ordinary people encounter this kind of situation, they must want to get into the cracks in the ground.

But the thick-skinned Wang Taizhong didn't show any unnaturalness. He stepped forward and hammered his son's chest, and said with a happy expression:

"Oh! It's really my son! Damn it, I almost took my eyes off me. I thought it was really a happy day."

"Come, come, sit down!"

The voice of this passage was very loud, as if the village tyrant wanted to let everyone know that his son was back.

But Wang Lu was a little unnatural, he was very disgusted by his father and dragged him to the table in the center.There was also a circle of flattering relatives around, as if they were about to kneel and lick in the next second.

The elder of the only family at this table saw Wang Lu, his eyes were almost covered with folds of laughter, he took the other's hand and said:

"You boy is really promising. When I was young, I felt that you were different from your peers, haha."

This kind of atmosphere made Wang Lu, who came back from the county town, very uncomfortable. He really didn't want to come to this kind of occasion, and he didn't want to have anything to do with these mud-legged relatives.

Originally, when he learned that his father was going to take another concubine, he just wanted to send someone a gift, but who knew that his immediate superior would be very displeased when he found out about it.

Although filial piety is not emphasized in the small days, if the nearby people know that the captain of the gendarmerie does not respect their father, it will have a negative impact on their enslavement education.

The lieutenant even pretended to prepare a gift, hoping that his sympathy for his subordinates would spread throughout the county.

Facing the hypocritical greetings from his relatives, Wang Lu smiled very far-fetchedly.But his father pretended not to notice, showing a flattering face and said:

"What's wrong under your nose, why is there only so much beard left?"

Although I am a little impatient, today is my father's happy day after all.Thinking of how the whole village used to contribute money to pay for their schooling, Wang Lu replied patiently:
"Father, this is a hygienist in childhood. The big shots in the county all keep it like this, and they are very particular about it."

Hearing this, Wang Taizhong happily said a few words of hello, and then pinched the other party's chin and touched it.

"It's good to be careful. Both sides are naked. It's more hygienic than us. I'll do it in a few days."

After several years of living in a small life, and a period of time as a gendarmerie captain in the county, Wang Lu has found it difficult to integrate into the life of the village.In order to avoid any further contact, he took the gift from the soldier on the side.

"Father, this is a gift from our lieutenant commander. I wish you a happy wedding."

Seeing his father's happy look, Wang Lu took out a few more glass bottles.

"These bottles are the sake of the small days, much better than our Fenjiu. Today is your big day, and I brought it back for you specially."

After receiving so many gifts that he had never seen before, Wang Taizhong showed an expression of ecstasy. He took his son's hand and said:

"Large Japanese oriental products are good. Look at this bottle. The products of our ancestors are simply incomparable."

"Come here! Let the cook make some more good dishes! Don't forget Qingxu enema, the young master liked this most when he was young."

The dish that Wang Lu had been looking forward to so much in the past now made Wang Lu feel very disgusted, so he hurriedly grabbed his father.

"Forget it, forget it, I'll have something to do later, so I won't eat. I'll finish my explanation later, and I'll leave as Commander Murakami ordered."

Wang Taizhong, who pretends to be a tiger, decides to accept it as soon as he sees it, but before he leaves, he still asks something he is very concerned about.

"Son, can you still be promoted in the future? Everyone in our village is still waiting for you to honor your ancestors."

Mentioning this matter, Wang Lu finally showed a smile.It seems that his future is bright and he is about to reach the pinnacle of his life.

"Of course, I will go to work under Master Wang in Nanji soon. After a few years of training, it is estimated that several nearby counties will come under my management."

"Actually, I have been a child for a long time. I have become their nationality. Intellectuals like me are very popular everywhere."

"In the future, if any village is disobedient, you can tell me. I will immediately send someone to deal with those unruly people."

This sentence was simply a reassurance for Wang Taizhong. The old man stood up and shouted at the people around him:

"Did the folks hear that? Our Wang family has Xiaotian to support us, and you have my old Wang to support you! Everyone will do everything boldly in the future, and come to me if you have anything to do!"

Taking advantage of this atmosphere, Wang Lu also stood up and said:
"Everyone, now Shanxi is a world of small days. If anyone harbors anti-Japanese elements! Don't blame me, Wang Lu, for being cruel!"

"In three days, Zhongzuo Murakami will bring people to our village. They have guns! They have cannons! Anyone who doesn't have eyes will die!"

Seeing that the atmosphere at the scene was a little stiff, Wang Taizhong, as the groom's officer, hurriedly made a promise to his son.

"Don't worry! We are all good citizens who support the little days! Whoever opposes the little days! I will be the first to say no!"

On the edge of the table, there are two people who are devouring their meals, and they seem to be a little different from the people around them.

Looking at the duo who are loving fathers and filial sons, Huang Yourong couldn't help complaining: "These people are really motherless things, they all jumped out of the cracks in the rocks."

"Now I know what it means to sell my ancestors for glory, and I still have the nationality of my childhood? Why don't they move their ancestral graves away?"

(End of this chapter)