The pastoral life of the grass tribe chief

The two sisters, Cai Xiaoyan and Cai Xiaowen, were juicing wheatgrass when they heard Lu Yao calling them. They brought out six cups for the eccentrics to drink.

Lu Jiling tidied up a table and brought out tea set to drink tea.

"D'Urberville, I'm having a good time tonight."

The madman took a sip of wheatgrass juice, put down the cup, and said to Lu Lide who was walking over.

"We're happy, everyone's happy."

Lu Lide sat down in the chair next to him.

"Haha, aren't you envious?"

Xu Xu wanted to provoke the two single guys.

"Two apartments."

"Two cars."

"Marrying a wife from your own province is alright, the dowry is only 20,000 to 30,000 yuan; but marrying a wife from another province, the dowry is hundreds of thousands of yuan."

"Brother-in-law, work hard to earn money!"

The two single guys weren't angry at all; instead, they teased him.

Xu Xu's smiling face immediately fell.

Lu Jiling then brought out melon seeds, peanuts, and candied fruit to accompany the tea.

A group of kids rode bicycles and electric scooters to the village to find friends to play with.

"Dad, how much money did the village donate to repair the ancestral hall?"

Xu Xu asked his father-in-law curiously.

"He donated over 600,000 yuan."

Lu Lide was a well-known honest man in the village, and he was also very knowledgeable. People would ask him to manage the accounts for weddings and funerals in the village.

We will not charge an extra penny, nor will we charge an under penny.

The accounts are clear, transparent, and easy to understand.

Those who like him respect him, while those who dislike him hate him with a passion.

"We've donated this much so far, but we should be able to donate over a million before construction officially starts."

Lu Jiqun said.

Who donated the most?

Cai Mingchao also asked curiously.

"Ji Ming, in addition to the stipulated two thousand, also donated eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight."

Lu Lide said.

"I guessed it was him too."

Cai Mingchao naturally recognized his childhood friend, his younger brother.

This guy is just like my younger brother; he's incredibly sweet-talking. Whenever he sees me from afar, he keeps calling me "brother-in-law," offering me good cigarettes and alcohol, and giving my children red envelopes every year.

This kid loves visiting temples and praying to gods and Buddhas, from the local earth god to the Jade Emperor; he'll bow to anyone he sees.

Whenever they heard that a temple or Taoist monastery was efficacious, they would travel thousands of miles, crossing mountains and rivers, to burn incense and seek guidance.

Perhaps he was devout enough, buying welfare lottery and sports lottery tickets. Although he never won the grand prize, he often won a third or fourth prize. He once won 100,000 yuan with a single bet in the sports lottery.

When the village was rebuilding its ancestral hall, this kid was one of the most active participants.

"How much did your uncles donate?"

Lu Jichao asked curiously.

Stop asking questions.

Wang Juan rolled her eyes at her husband.

"Can't I even ask?"

His wife's public criticism made Lu Jichao lose face.

"You think I want to talk about you? If you could control your mouth, I wouldn't bother with you at all."

Wang Juan still didn't give her husband a kind look.

Gossiping is one thing, just ignore it and let it go.

It's his tendency to embellish that's fatal; what's originally an ordinary sentence becomes completely distorted when it comes out of his mouth.

Not only is it easy to offend people, but it also embarrasses relatives and friends, leaving you in a lose-lose situation.

"Brother, I heard from Shaolin that your factory has a policy regarding hospitalization subsidies for employees' family members. Go and find out tomorrow what procedures are required for the application, and apply after work resumes after the New Year."

"If you encounter any problems, go to Shaolin Temple, and they will handle it."

"Mom's hospital bill is with Dad. Have him get it for you."

"Once the subsidy application is approved, you can use it to supplement your household expenses."

Lu Yao was used to the couple's arguments; it would be strange if they didn't argue one day.

He did this out of brotherly love, but more importantly, it was for his parents.

If the elder brother and sister-in-law don't get along, the parents will also suffer.

"If you had half of my uncle's skills, I would go to burn incense and worship the Grand Uncle every day."

Wang Juan is grateful to her uncle. If it weren't for his constant support, the family would probably have fallen apart long ago.

Luo Shaolin was my uncle's high school classmate. He studied mold design and manufacturing in college and started working at my husband's company after graduation. Now he has risen to the position of department manager.

Many companies implement employee welfare policies to retain employees, but some benefits have complicated application procedures, and some are only known to internal staff.

If you don't know anyone at the company, you might work there your whole life and never know about these benefits.

When Lu Jichao was in a better mood, he stopped arguing with his wife.

"Uncle De, I forgot to ask, can married daughters donate money?"

Lu Xiaozhu thought of something and asked Lu Lide.

"Sure, our Lu family has sent out a group announcement."

Lu Jiling said.

"I've set my messages to 'Do Not Disturb,' and I rarely check the messages in the family group chat. Those drunkards argue about trivial things all day long, so I just ignore them to avoid getting annoyed."

Lu Xiaozhu said.

"It's all men's stuff, and I rarely look at the messages in the family group chat."

Lin Xiaoqing said.

Are you spending the Lunar New Year here this year?

Lu Jihong asked Lu Xiaozhu's husband, Chen Xiaodong.

"We're all going back to our hometown for the Lunar New Year this year. I'll go back with Lao Xu tomorrow afternoon and come back on the second day of the Lunar New Year."

Chen Xiaodong said.

"You mentioned that your grandmother is the same age as my father-in-law, and will be ninety-one this Chinese New Year?"

Wang Xiurong wasn't sure.

"Yes."

Chen Xiaodong said.

"The old man is still in good health."

Wang Xiurong asked with concern.

She was stronger than a tiger and often secretly walked several kilometers alone to go back to her parents' home.

"We are happy that the old lady is in good health, but she goes to collect firewood to go back to her parents' house without us noticing, which is a bit too much for our hearts."

Lu Xiaozhu said with a sense of helplessness.

Hahahaha.

"Same here, my grandfather also often drove his old man's electric car to the town market."

"It's one thing for him to go alone, but he also took my grandma and second aunt with him. No matter what we say, it's no use; he won't listen."

As everyone chatted and laughed, Wang Xiurong walked behind her youngest son and gently tapped his shoulder.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

The mother and son came to the side, and Lu Yao asked.

"Give me a bigger red envelope. I'll give two hundred yuan to Xiaodong's grandma."

Wang Xiurong said.

Lu Yao had just bought a large stack of red envelopes today, so he went to his bedroom, took out a large red envelope with the character "福" (fortune), and stuffed two hundred yuan into it.

"My wallet is ready."

Lu Yao handed the red envelope to his mother and then sat back down in his original seat.

"Xiao Dong, this red envelope is for your grandma. Please accept it."

Wang Xiurong handed the red envelope to Chen Xiaodong.

"Aunt De, you give my grandma a red envelope every year, but my grandma says she can't accept your red envelope anymore."

Chen Xiaodong dared not accept the answer.

"What the elderly say is their business, but giving them a red envelope is my business."

"It's a blessing that I can give the elderly red envelopes every year."

Wang Xiurong was moved.

"Mom is right. This is just a small token of our appreciation, wishing the elderly a long and healthy life."

"Take it."

"Then I'll accept it."

"That's right, it's too formal for family members to keep passing the buck."

Around 10 o'clock, Lu Lide and his wife Wang Xiurong went home to take a shower and go to bed.

Around 11 o'clock, Wang Juan also returned to her home.

The others chatted until after midnight before leaving.

After a day of bustling activity, Wumutang finally returned to calm.

Lu Yao had been busy all day, so after taking a shower, he went to bed early for the first time since moving here.

The next day, after feeding the fish, Lu Yao led a group of kids to pick spotted grass to make flying horses and pick mountain salt green fruits to eat.

The spotted reed is somewhat similar to the common reed, and it used to be used to weave mats.

Children in the 1980s and 90s almost all knew how to make Pegasus and Bamou guns.

Pull out a stalk of cogon grass, but don't remove the flower buds; use them as horsehair.

Use a knife to split the rod from the bottom and braid it in a horse-shaped pattern. To prevent it from coming apart, tie it tightly with rubber bands at the front and back.

The weaving principle of the Ba Mao spear is somewhat similar to that of the Pegasus spear, only the process is simpler.

Imperata cylindrica is also widely used in traditional Chinese medicine and can be made into tea and health food.

Mountain salt, also known as mountain salt, is scientifically named Rhus roxburghii and generally grows on hillsides and riverbanks.

Its fruit is saltier than salt, and it served as a substitute for table salt in times of salt shortage. The roots and leaves can be applied externally to external wounds or snake bites. The roots can be boiled and drunk to treat colds, fever, bronchitis, coughing up blood, etc.

"Bang bang bang, I hit you, you're dead."

"I can dodge bullets, yay yay yay, you can't hit me."

"Waaah, Uncle, that stinky third brother got me covered in straw."

"Uncle, my brother stole my Pegasus."

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey! Why is this fruit so salty? That stinky third brother is lying again."

"Haha, who told you to be so naive and easy to fool?"

"Aaaaah, you big liar, I'll get my uncle to beat you to death!"

"It's so salty, I can't take it anymore, I need to go home and get some water."

……

A group of kids were chasing and playing on the hillside.

Lu Yao sat cross-legged to one side, weaving a flying horse and a spear, ignoring the howling and wailing of ghosts.

No matter how fiercely they fight, they make up again after a while, so I don't have the energy to deal with them.