Sure enough, the big guys were all late. With Fan Zhijian's arrival, a group of big guys gradually appeared one after another. Some opened steel mills that were scarce in this era, some opened cigarette factories, some opened flour factories, and some cotton mills like Boss Ji. What surprised Liu Lang was that there was actually another one who opened a rubber factory.

Until he was sure that no one came and everyone sat down, Liu Lang sat back on the table and arranged the seat for him. The table was where the group of factory owners led by Fan Zhijian were sitting.

In addition to Boss Ji, who is the master, who is accompanying him at this table, Liu Lang, who holds the title of hero, is barely qualified. As for the rank of colonel, it is not as good as those of these wealthy people.

With a wealthy family, they are not close to the generals who guard the other side? Those who are not close may not be qualified to sit here for a long time.

There was an important guest here that had not arrived, so he could only wait first. The water mat there had been started serving, and thousands of people had already sat down in the first wave. There was no traditional eight bowls and eight plates. The dishes Liu Lang asked for were just one word - enough, enough portions, and enough oil and water.

Not only roast chicken, roast goose, sauce, big elbows, fresh meatballs, big fish stew... The rich fragrance spreads across the wide field and goes straight into people's noses, and the oil is shaking, which makes people feel very appetizing.

In addition to food, there is also wine.

Originally, Liu Lang thought that since he wanted to drink, he naturally had to drink white wine.

When they heard that Liu Lang was going to drink liquor, the people in charge remembered that Boss Ji, the son-in-law, was from the southern part. I am afraid that he didn’t know the habit of drinking in Xinicheng.

In Shinjing City, drinking wine is of high quality, so you have to drink rice wine.

When a wealthy family treats guests, it has always been a rice wine. When the Ji Mansion treats guests, the dishes are no longer exquisite. This wine must not be saved anymore, so it will not make people laugh at it.

So, jars of yellow wine were also placed on the table. When hundreds of jars of old yellow wine were opened, the intoxicating fragrance was so strong that it made people almost drunk when they smelled it.

Liu Lang invited not only the people of Huadicheng, who were temporarily living in the area, but also those who fled from the north because the Black Hawk Imperial Army occupied the Northern Three Prefectures and Qingning County, could come here to have a day of food today.

It can be said that in addition to the nearly 30,000 people in Huadicheng who were still staying in the temporary residence, there were also 30,000 to 40,000 ragged refugees who had received news. For this reason, the Xinjingcheng Police Department also sent hundreds of military and police to help maintain order.

The first batch of refugees who fled from the north were the first to come on the table.

They have not eaten a full meal for a long time and have not seen such delicacies for a long time. They can still hold back and chew happily.

Everyone had just one move, eating, and burying their heads. Because they were too devoted to eating, thousands of people didn’t have much noise, and even had a strange quietness.

The strong aroma of wine and meat filled the audience.

The thrilling giant merchants who had already sat down could not help but look at the scene of thousands of people feasting in the air a hundred meters away.

"Everyone, you all came here after breakfast!" Fan Zhijian suddenly asked with a smile.

Although the wealthy businessmen at the table didn't know what Fan Zhijian wanted to do, they naturally wouldn't think that Boss Fan knew something, and they all smiled and nodded to say yes.

"Since everyone is not empty, there is no need to sit here. Brother Ji, I wonder if I can go there to see what the guests eat, so they can eat so sweetly?" Fan Zhijian asked Boss Ji who was sitting beside him with a smile.

Since it was Boss Fan who spoke, Ji Lianrong would object, let alone invite the people of Huadicheng and the fellow northerners who fled to dinner is also a good act. Who heard that he would not give him a thumbs up to Boss Fan?

Liu Lang immediately stood up and left the seat, and asked for help, with a decisive military style.

If you don’t hurry up, what should you do if these bosses stop going?

Fan Ziran, who was sitting on the table next to him, was still hesitating about how to organize language, was stunned. What was the story? Before I could speak, why did the story go on?

That's right, if Fan Zhijian didn't mention it and went to see the people on the Liushuixi, Master Fan would also come as Liu Lang's order, but before he could have time, he let his uncle ask it.

The big bosses got up and left, and the little bosses had to keep up regardless of whether they wanted to go or not.

A team of more than 30 people followed Liu Lang to the large-scale flowing seat area.

This wine and meat! If you smell it a little, it will feel like it is fragrant, but if it is too rich, the mixed taste is not very good.

Especially for these bosses who are used to being accustomed to eating delicious food, not only does it pay attention to the taste, but also the color and fragrance. The rich flavor of wine and meat has made many people frown.

Especially when looking at the big fish and meat that make people feel a little bit bored, many bosses secretly prayed in their hearts that Boss Ji must not be so vulgar, and they also gave them all these big meat, their eyes were full of oil, and they looked full.

"Brother, how does the food taste today?" Fan Zhijian's expression remained unchanged. He asked with a smile that he was close to him. He was feeding a chicken leg with a little gray haired old man around him with a chicken leg.

The old man turned his head and saw a large group of people dressed in particular looking at him. He couldn't help but feel panic. His hands trembled, and the fat chicken legs with oil fell to the ground. He had just eaten the chicken legs and the little boy who was only four or five years old suddenly started to cry.

"Be good at the bitter baby, don't cry, I will pick it up for you." The old man didn't care about being stared at by a group of big men. While comforting his crying grandson, he leaned over to pick up the chicken legs, wiped it with his dirty sleeves twice, and then prepared to stuff it into the child's mouth.

"Brother, the chicken legs are dirty, and the baby will have a stomachache after eating them." Fan Zhijian shook his head, reached out to take the chicken legs, carefully took out the handkerchief and teared off a large piece of meat from the dust stained by the chicken legs, and then handed the chicken legs to the little boy who was tearful and stared at the chicken legs in his hand.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Just as I was about to throw away this piece of dusty chicken leg meat, Fan Zhijian found that the old man's eyes were always staring at him. Just as he was about to ask a question, the old man swallowed hard: "Master, don't throw it away, the kid can't eat it, I can eat it."

Everyone was silent.

Everyone present was an old man. They didn't know what the old man meant. He was reluctant to let this piece of chicken be thrown away in vain, even if it was a piece of dirty chicken.

Fan Zhijian was stunned, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, but a smile appeared on his face, and he said, "If you are hungry, there is still delicious food on the table. Then I will belong to this piece of chicken!" After saying that, he threw the piece of meat into his mouth and chewed it and swallowed it in one bite. "In this way, my brother won't say that Gao wasted food!"

"This, this..." The old man was at a loss for a moment by Fan Zhijian's actions.

Judging from his embarrassing appearance, he almost knelt down to Fan Zhijian.

"Brother, can you tell us how many people your family are from? "But Fan Zhijian took the initiative to reach out to hold the old man's hand and asked gently.

"We..." The old man's face gradually calmed down with a panic look. His eyes swept over his grandson who was holding a chicken thigh and gnawing, and a trace of tears appeared in his eyes. "When he came over, Kuwa's parents were beaten to death, and there was still one in his daughter-in-law's belly. Now I am the only two of them."

Speaking of the fact that his son, daughter-in-law and a grandson who had not yet been born were gone, the old man's tears appeared, but he did not cry. Perhaps, his tears had already dried up!

"From Baizhou to Ningzhou, from Ningzhou to Qingning County, and finally from Qingning County to Xinjing City, we finally couldn't see the shadow of the Black Hawk Empire. If it weren't for the masters and wives in Xinjing City who were very kind and often enjoyed food, Kuwa and I would have starved to death on the streets long ago. We haven't eaten chicken for a long time and are a little greedy. The people in our countryside are not afraid of the little dust, but let the master..." The old man continued.

"Brother, don't say anything more. Today, you can just let go of your belly and eat for a day, but be careful not to be too greedy to make your belly swell." A trace of sadness flashed across Fan Zhijian's face, and he patted the old man's hand to comfort him.

Until the old man was grateful and sat at the table and continued to eat, Fan Zhijian silently glanced at the large-scale flowing mat. Looking at the ragged people, and the crowd waiting to eat a group of black people was also covered with coarse cloth clothes.

After sighing, Fan Zhijian lifted his foot and left.

Whoever has more money is the boss? The wealthy businessmen naturally follow Boss Fan. Seeing him leave, they naturally want to leave earlier. The aroma of wine and meat mixed together makes the air look a bit turbid.

Looking at this scene, Liu Lang, who had been with him, had his eyes flashed, as if there was a way to go.

Sure enough, Fan Zhijian, who left here, found Liu Lang immediately. "I heard that the people who came back from the north were the ones who were inviting people to eat the water table. Is it a matter of Commander Liu to help?"

"Yes, the people of Huadicheng, who followed our army all the way north and did not want to become slaves of the country. When I got engaged, I felt really sorry for not treating them to a meal." Liu Lang replied honestly.

"Well, Captain Liu is intent." Fan Zhijian nodded, his eyes full of praise.

"But, has Captain Liu ever thought that what these people lack is not a meal, but a peaceful and peaceful life?" Fan Zhijian said again.
Chapter completed!