I am Fugui

Chapter 162 Big Lunch
At noon, the sun was high.

There was a lot of noise coming from the house at the entrance of Xujia Village, and when you got close, you could smell the smell of meat, which seemed to dispel the heat of August a lot.

"Come here, here is water, everyone wash the mud, the tea is on the table, if you want to drink, help yourself."

"Oh, I'm really bothering you guys today, so you're not allowed to leave. Let's have a drink together later and enjoy the cool."

Xu Fugui greeted him loudly, with a wide-brimmed straw hat hanging on his chest, the sweat on his forehead was too late to wipe off, his bare feet were covered with black-gray mud, his waist was still straight, and the smile on his face was extremely sincere.

The original five-day work was completed by everyone in one morning, which made him wonder how much effort he saved.

As for a lunch, he didn't care at all. He had plenty of food and bacon at home, not to mention three tables of dishes, and three tables of people would have enough to eat.

The party secretaries of other villages generously washed off the mud on their bodies, sat on bamboo chairs, took out cigarettes and smelled them, and after thinking about them, they were still reluctant to smoke.

Put it on your ear, take out your own bong, put a lot of dry tobacco in it, strike a match and ignite it, and spit out a large mouthful of white smoke comfortably. The old god can talk to others freely, waiting for the noon meal.

After doing the work, they feel at ease in their hearts. At first, they were afraid of troubling others, but now they are much more relaxed. They didn't save any energy this morning, and they didn't work so hard at home.

The people in the village are different from them. They all shook their heads honestly, saying that they have food cooked at home, so it's not troublesome, and it's not right to work for the branch secretary.

Xu Fugui hurriedly grabbed them back and said a lot of good things, and then he left everyone behind and had a lively time together.

"Laishun, what delicious food did you ask your wife to make? Why is it so delicious?" A villager sniffled and couldn't help asking.

Laishun smiled, flicked the cigarette ash, "I'll cook bacon for you guys."

Everyone swallowed subconsciously, shaking their heads in fear, "We can eat whatever we usually eat, and you are not from the city, so you don't care."

Xu Fugui waved his hand, unpacked two packs of cigarettes, and one of them smoked another cigarette. Only then did he have time to wash off the mud on his body, and then went into the house and changed into clean clothes.

"Xu Zhishu, your house is really rich."

Everyone looked at the house in the high-walled compound, and the envy in their eyes almost overflowed.

Xu Fugui laughed, saying that this house is not his, but the public's, and he just wanted to carry out his work more conveniently.

At this time, Xu's mother and Chang Gen came out, carrying two large plates of watermelon, which was a good thing. Everyone lamented that the work this morning was worth a good price, and they ate both meat and watermelon.

Don't think that watermelons are not a rare commodity in the countryside. In this world, there is not enough land to grow food, so there is no room for such a luxury as watermelons.

That is to say, Xu Fugui does not rely on the food in the field to live now, but has the extra income of the village party secretary, so he planted a melon field.

In addition to melon fields, many local fruit trees have also been transplanted in the front and back of the house, but it will take two years for the results to come out.

After eating a trace of watermelon, they couldn't help but pursed their lips against the residual sweetness, and slowly regained their strength.

Xu Fugui and Laishun borrowed two tables from other people's houses, plus their own big black round table, and the Sanzhang table was placed in a triangular shape in the yard.

When everyone saw this, they didn't stay idle, and held hands nearby, and then those who took the bowls and chopsticks took the bowls and chopsticks, those who moved the stools moved the stools, and those who served the dishes served the dishes.

There are not many meals cooked at noon today. The most popular bacon stewed noodles are naturally indispensable. Every table is full of a big pot. Although there are more vermicelli and less bacon, you can still see obvious pieces of meat.

In addition to the main dish of stewed vermicelli with bacon, there is also a plate of scrambled eggs, a pot of bitter bamboo shoots and sauerkraut soup, and cold cucumbers.

Simple four dishes, but everyone couldn't stop swallowing.

Xu Fugui also took out a large jug of white wine and yelled loudly for everyone to drink to their heart's content.

As Xu Fugui moved his chopsticks, everyone was polite, picked up the bowls and chopsticks, filled a bowl of fragrant white rice, and began to gobble it up.

For a while, there was no voice in the yard, only the sound of swallowing and babbling.

Taking some time, Xu Fugui found Zhu Fang and Aunt Sun, and thanked them. If it weren't for their help today, these three tables of dishes would not be able to cook anyway.

"Secretary, you're out of touch now, we didn't put in a lot of effort, and we got such a good meal for nothing." The two said a little embarrassedly, holding their rice bowls.

Aunt Sun even said directly: "Fugui, you must not be so generous in the future. Who serves guests with meat? Vermicelli and eggs are enough."

Xu Fugui laughed out loud, and didn't talk to them much, and told them to busy themselves with greeting others even though they were full.

The rice steamed in a large wooden barrel was eaten up by everyone, and the four dishes were even eaten up.

Someone rubbed his stomach, squinted his eyes, "Huh, I haven't eaten so comfortably for a long time."

After finishing speaking, he wiped the hot sweat from his head. In these dog days, he couldn't stop sweating even after eating.

Xu Fugui and Laishun brought out a big water jar, filled it with herbal tea, and let the big guys drink it by themselves.

Everyone scratched the back of their heads in embarrassment, and they took advantage of the Xu family today.

With just such a little work, not only can I get delicious white rice and bacon to eat, but I also have herbal tea to drink after eating, and the cigarettes are never broken, and I get one every once in a while.

Xu Fugui didn't care. His family is indeed not short of food, and there is also a lot of bacon, most of which are sent by the villagers, and today it can be regarded as returning to their stomachs.

Several women took the initiative to clean up the dishes. Only then did Xu Fugui have time to sit on the bamboo chair and have a good rest.

The weather was too hot, and like the peasants in the yard, he took off his upper body clothes, revealing his strong and strong muscles, with a cigarette in his mouth and a cattail fan in his hand.

Xu's father was sitting next to him, leaning on a cane in his hand, listening to the people with his ears sideways, and making a statement of his own from time to time.

Although Xu's father is no longer a landlord, everyone still respects him. Once he speaks, others will hardly interrupt.

Father Xu was very happy to be treated like this, his old face turned into a chrysanthemum with a smile, and his waist straightened a lot.

The sun is gradually shifting to the west, and the bamboo forest in the yard casts more and more shade. The village party secretaries of several other villages keep asking how to rebuild the village.

Xu Fugui didn't hide his secrets, and explained his previous actions in detail, but everyone still had a half-knowledge, after all, the situation in each village is different.

Especially some feudal old people are too stubborn in their thinking and can't listen to them at all. What can you do with them?
For this situation, Xu Fugui has nothing to do, it is not easy for him to manage Xujia Village well.
(End of this chapter)