.Peng Wen looked at the touching scene and finally breathed a sigh of relief. He immediately waved to the crowd and smiled: "This scene has been finished. Everyone has divided the pork and went home to sleep."

"Haha, you've divided the pork, don't rob me. I want a pig's depot (pig depot, a rural saying, means pig's internal organs), and I don't want anything else." A villager wiped the pig's blood on his body, smiled and said, "Wenwen, you say that the military uniform is personal after the matter is done. Do you keep your word?"

Peng Wen smiled and said, "Stop it, absolutely keep it."

These military uniforms are not valuable anyway, so Chen Hua won’t let everyone take them off, right? He said that he thanked everyone for not having time.

"Haha, I have clothes to wear when I work, and the military uniform is of good quality! If I can't get worn, I will definitely wear it for several years." A middle-aged man laughed and immediately took out a cigarette in his pocket and lit one.

Chen Hua and others stopped crying and helped Mr. Chen up. The few people held hands and smiled happily on their faces.

Chen Hua winked at the assistant behind him, and saw the 25 or 26-year-old young man carrying a briefcase to Peng Wen and said, "Wenwen, you all don't bother to help me here without being dirty or tired. We are very grateful to me for taking 200,000 yuan. You can give it to everyone! Just treat it as buying a cigarette." As he said that, he handed the briefcase to Peng Wen.

"Wenwen, what did he say?" Peng's father asked.

People are not fools. Everyone knows how to help a rich man after he is done. At this moment, nearly 100 young people have gathered around.

Peng Wen smiled helplessly and explained: "Dad, Uncle Chen took 200,000 yuan and asked me to share it with everyone, just like some money to buy cigarettes."

Mr. Peng shook his head and said, "Wenwen, we can't ask for this money. We don't help Mr. Chen to do this money, but want him to return to his hometown. If we take Mr. Chen's money, what would the people in the village say to us? Even if the outsiders don't say that we can't get over our own conscience."

"Yes! Wenwen, we can't ask for this money."

"Wenwen, tell him, if you really want to thank him, please let Mr. Chen live here for a few more days. After all, he has lived in a village for more than 30 years, so how can he have no feelings? Now Mr. Chen is leaving. We must treat Mr. Chen well. After all, he will not be able to come back after leaving." A villager said sadly.

Peng Wen nodded and told Chen Hua the original words. Chen Hua couldn't help but feel moved when he heard this. They are all good people!

Mr. Chen walked to Peng Wen, looked at everyone gratefully, and bowed deeply to the people: "Thank you! Thank you for your care over the years. I would have died without you. This is my second home! I will miss you forever." As he said that, tears flowed down again.

"Mr. Chen, don't say that. Being able to live in the same village is fate. If you have time, you will come back and have a look! Everyone misses you too."

People started talking about it one by one.

"It's getting late, let's go back and rest! I'm talking about it. Grandpa Chen hasn't left now. I'm going to talk to you well when it's dawn." Peng Wen shook his head helplessly. Everyone is a person who values ​​feelings. Now he wants to separate himself and have to chat a few words. However, Peng Wen really doesn't like this scene of separation and death. He's talking about it. Old Chen is not leaving now. Xiaoli

Peng Wen arranged Chen Hua in the empty room of Haitao's house, while the three old men stayed in Chen's house and talked about their lovesickness over the years and their lives together, while the bodyguards and drivers slept in the car.

There was nothing wrong all night, and the next morning, the villagers became nervous and busy. Even the people who helped Peng Wen's family build the dam stopped work. The reason was very simple, that was to send Mr. Chen, who was about to leave the village.

The big guy didn't have any special gifts to give to Mr. Chen, so he could only make a special dish for each household to entertain Mr. Chen and let him eat his last northern meal.

Each of the more than 150 households in the village cooks more than 150 dishes. Because it is a farewell meal, everyone found a few tables to place them in the middle of the road and placed more than 150 dishes on it.

The dishes made by Peng Wen’s family are very simple. They cook the crucian carp into milky white soup after the change. Some people kill chickens and ducks, but they make everything they can think of. Of course, they are unique farm dishes, and no one spends money to buy vegetables, because the dishes made in that way are not pure and not authentic farm dishes.

I saw colorful dishes placed on the road in the middle of the village, and all the dishes gathered together to taste like a Manchu and Han banquet.

The men, women, young and old in the village stood around the table, and Mr. Chen also came to the middle of the road with a stick on his back.

Mr. Chen looked at the farm food on the street and tears shone again in his eyes.

"Brother Chen, eat a little bit, this is everyone's wish." Peng Wen's grandfather said sadly.

Mr. Chen nodded solemnly, picked up a pair of chopsticks and picked up a stir-fried bean and put it in his mouth to chew it. While eating the beans, Mr. Chen's mind had the past of his life in the past thirty-five years.

"Old Chen, my relatives came to my house today. I killed a chicken and stewed it with potatoes. I know that your old teeth are not good, so I specially asked the child's mother to stew the potatoes. I'll bring some for you. You always eat it while it's hot, and it won't be delicious when it's cold."

"Old Chen, my daughter is here to visit relatives today and bring two bottles of good wine. Don't cook tonight. Let's have some drinks."

"Grandpa Chen, it's cold. My mother made you a quilt. Don't catch a cold."

"Old Chen, it's New Year's Eve tonight. We will send you seeds first (see Note 1 for details). I wish you a good return to your hometown as soon as possible."

Thinking of every bit of the past, everyone took care of themselves and helped them, tears in Old Chen's eyes couldn't help but flowed down, and tears flowed into Old Chen's mouth. Old Chen could no longer really taste the taste of the dish, but he tasted a sense of family affection that was not more than family affection.

Seeing Mr. Chen crying, everyone present left tears of sadness.

Old Chen wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hands, barely showed a smile, and said to everyone: "Don't let me eat alone, everyone eat together. I have never eaten with everyone for so long." As he said that, tears flowed out at one time.

Peng Wen's grandfather turned around and wiped his tears, and smiled and said, "Old Chen has found his relatives. It's a happy day. Look at how you cry, we should celebrate Brother Chen." As he said that, he picked up the bottle of ordinary white wine on the table, poured a small glass of wine for Mr. Chen, and then handed it to Mr. Chen with both hands, saying, "Brother Chen, this is what I respect you in my personal name."

Mr. Chen took the wine glass and drank it in one sip.

Peng Wen's grandfather poured another cup and said, "This is what I wish you for everyone, I wish you happiness as good as the East China Sea."

Mr. Chen took the wine glass, bowed deeply to everyone, and said thankfully: "Thank you, thank you everyone." At this moment, thousands of words turned into one thank you.

Chen Hua finished drinking two glasses of wine, took the bottle from Grandpa Peng Wen's hand, poured a full glass alone, and raised his glass and said, "I toast this glass, thank you for your care over the years." He said that.

Then he poured another cup and said, "I will miss you everyone. If I have the chance, I will come back to visit you."

When everyone heard Mr. Chen say this, tears burst into tears in their eyes.

"Okay, let's have a meal first! Otherwise the food will be cold." Peng Wen's grandfather smiled and shouted, then picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of potato and started eating. Although this was the case, crystal tears flashed in his eyes.

The village chief had already spoken, and everyone took a step forward, and everyone picked up their chopsticks and started eating.

Chen Hua surrounded the table, picked up a piece of white and tender crucian carp meat and put it in his mouth to taste it gently. After chewing it for a few times, Chen Hua was surprised to find that the fish meat had turned into milk-like liquid, and it also emitted a faint fragrance.

Chen Hua nodded with satisfaction, then put down the chopsticks in his hand and walked towards Peng Wen. Because there were too many people, Chen Hua called Peng Wen to a relatively quiet corner and asked seriously: "Wenwen, is the fish in that bowl of fish soup what you call ecological fish?"

Peng Wen nodded and asked, "How is the taste?"

"Very good, are you interested in joining forces? If you and I can join forces to promote ecological fish, then there will definitely be a good reputation and sales in the market." Chen Hua said excitedly.

Peng Wen thought about it and said that if he could join forces with Chen Hua to promote ecological fish, he would definitely make a big profit. By then, it would not be a problem of only twenty yuan per pound, and it might even be two hundred or more.

Peng Wen had a sudden inspiration and said, "Uncle Chen, I have a good attention to the best of both worlds. I wonder if you want to listen."

"Oh?" Chen Hua became interested and asked curiously: "Tell me."

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Note 1: The saying of the rural people is that there is a custom in the countryside that firecrackers should be set off every New Year's Eve to celebrate, and firecrackers should be lit at twelve o'clock. The more accurate the time is, it means that the family will have a good harvest next year. So every New Year's Eve, everyone in the village will ignite firecrackers together.

p: Originally, this chapter should have been earlier, but there was something wrong at home. First, a few younger brothers from the city came back and chattered. It was already 8:30 after dinner in the evening. Who knew that there was a movie in the village tonight, and the speaker sounded very noisy. Grape could only block his ears and type. But while typing, the power was out of power. Grape originally wanted to call someone to ask for leave, but it came again ten minutes later. It was because of this that the update was much late. I hope everyone will not blame it!
Chapter completed!