Back in the 1980s, hiking in the mountains was also a way of life

Chapter 753: Not Being Active When Eating Is a Problem in the Brain

As the sound of firecrackers rang out one after another, the men and women in the village, who had just finished farming, came over to Wang An's house holding their big bowls or small basins.

That's how it is in this era. When there are many people eating, they have to bring their own bowls. Everyone has a certain number of bowls. As for chopsticks, it doesn't matter whether you bring them or not.

Anyway, if the host doesn't have enough chopsticks, it's the same to use two branches as chopsticks. No one will care about it.

Everyone who came over walked very quickly, for fear of being left behind. It was obvious that everyone was already prepared and was just waiting for the sound of firecrackers to come over to eat.

But this is understandable. After all, every household has limited food. This is a rare opportunity to have a full meal. Who would not be enthusiastic?
If you talk but are not active in eating, then there is something wrong with your brain!

Of course, this is not entirely accurate, because even a person with a mental problem knows when he is hungry and will be very active in eating.

For example, Comrade Niu Dazhuang.

Wang An had just finished digging and walked to the gate when he saw Niu Dazhuang running towards him. He was running so fast.

Under the influence of Niu Dazhuang, the people who were walking briskly towards Wang An's house also walked faster than before.

Looking at the crowd that was gradually gathering, Wang An suddenly had a feeling that "an arrow pierces the clouds, and thousands of troops are coming to meet him."

As the crowd gathered, Wang An greeted everyone and roughly counted them. Not counting the women who cooked, there were more than 40 men alone!
And that’s not even counting the people from Old Wang’s family. If we count the eldest uncle Wang Dashu, the second uncle Wang Daliang, and their four sons, there would be about 50 people!

To be honest, this number of people is really too many.

It’s just building a brick and tile house, why do we need so many people?

Fortunately, Wang Dazhui and Liu Guilan have experience in this area. When they were kneading the dough yesterday, they used 90 kilograms of corn flour mixed with 10 kilograms of white flour.

Normally, one pound of flour can make about 1 pound to 4 pound of steamed buns, so this morning Wang An's family made more than 1 pounds of steamed buns.

It can be seen from this that building a house is definitely a painful task for ordinary people.

Of course, this is only the case in Wang An's family, not in other families.

Because when building houses in this era, it can be said that more than 99 percent of people build ordinary mud houses.

If you want to build a mud house, you only need a dozen people to build the mud walls, or even seven or eight people will be enough.

I'm being frank. These old people spend so much money on building houses that they can go bankrupt just by eating.

After everyone entered the courtyard and sat down, Wang An stood at the gate and waited for a while. After 5 minutes, he found that no one came anymore, so he shouted to the courtyard:
"No one's coming, let's eat."

Hearing Wang An's shout, the helpers stood up and moved towards the stove.

The woman guarding the stove also opened the lid of the big pot. The big pot full of stew was enough to show the strong strength of Wang An's family.

A mixture of one quarter black bear meat, three quarters tofu and dried cabbage is simply mouth-watering at the sight.

As the aroma of meat spread, everyone's stomach started growling.

However, in this era when the whole of China was suffering from famine, this situation was extremely normal, so there was no question of anyone making fun of anyone else.

In fact, in comparison, people in the Northeast region at this time can be said to be quite happy.

Although there was not enough food, the wild vegetables, mushrooms, and dried fruits in the mountains actually saved many lives.

Looking at the meat and vegetables in the pot, a group of people began to talk and laugh.

"The Wang family is really particular. There's a lot of meat in this dish."

"Yeah, there's a lot of meat and a lot of tofu. I even ate tofu before the Chinese New Year."

"I just crave meat. My family hasn't had any meat since Chinese New Year."

"You're saying that as if no one doesn't crave meat." Looking at the large number of heads gathered around the stove, Li Guilan asked Wang Dazhu in a low voice:

"Boss, have you counted how many people are here? Can 300 steamed buns be enough?"

This kind of thing must be figured out, otherwise if there aren’t enough steamed buns to eat, it will be fucking terrible.

Of course, they don't have to fuck the eggs, but the women will have to think of making something else to eat.

There is no way. In the countryside, people are required to eat first if they do physical work. To put it bluntly, men eat first.

At this time, Wang An, who was standing next to him, said with a smile:

"I counted them. Not counting the people from the neighboring family, there are 41 of them in total."

The three words "separate people" here refer to Wang Dazhu's brothers, as well as Wang An's uncles and brothers.

After hearing what Wang An said, Wang Dazhu and his wife muttered and calculated for a long time, and finally came to the conclusion that these steamed buns were enough.

With a clear mind, Liu Guilan walked to the stove and shouted to everyone:

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"Each person gets four steamed buns first. If it's not enough, get more."

Liu Guilan said so, but in fact everyone knew that each person could only have 4 steamed buns. One steamed bun weighed more than half a pound, and four steamed buns must have weighed more than 2 pounds. Although many people could not eat enough, they just passed it on.

Fortunately, there are more dishes today and they are quite filling, so even if you are not full, it won’t be too bad.

The reason why Liu Guilan had to do this was that she had no other choice.

Even though Wang Dazhu and his wife had made preparations in advance, they did not expect so many people to come.

If everyone ate as much as they wanted, then these nearly 150 kilograms of steamed buns would definitely not be enough.

Because in this era, for an adult to eat two and a half to three kilograms of steamed buns can be said to be an easy and enjoyable thing.

After hearing Liu Guilan's words, many people showed disappointed expressions. It was obvious that these people came here with the intention of having a big meal.

However, the food in Wang An's family was already good enough, and they provided three meals a day, which was quite generous, so no one said anything.

In this way, each person had 4 steamed buns weighing half a pound plus a full bowl of meat and vegetables, and began to eat with a slurp.

Soon, exclamations from a group of gentlemen were heard.

"Ah, this meat is so delicious. When can I eat meat every day?"

"Yeah, I haven't had meat in a long time, it's really delicious."

"Over the years of helping out, this dish at Lao Wang's house has the most meat."

"That's fine. It's almost as good as what my family ate before the Chinese New Year."

After all the men had finished their meal, the women and a few children started to eat.

But soon after, there came the sounds of Wang Xiaomei and Wang Xiaoli picking up meat for Goushengzi.

"Brother Shengzi, I'll give you some meat."

"Brother Shengzi, you're so skinny, I'll give you all this meat."

People who don’t know them would think that these two sisters are very sensible. Only people who know them well know that these two sisters don’t eat fatty meat at all!

(End of this chapter)