Waiting for Lu Qingyao to approach, Sang Bai found that the old man was carrying a pottery jar in his hand.

"What did you do early in the morning?" Sang Bai and others asked after approaching.

"Distribute the lard from your house, I was cooked last night." Lu Qingyao smiled and raised his hand to show Sang Bai the pottery jar in his hand.

"The villagers all paid for it, and I don't like to eat this, it's too greasy for me." Sangbai didn't want to eat this. When it comes to lard and fat, most young people in forty years have to frown. Although they have been here for half a year and want to eat meat, they are not yet at the point of wanting to eat lard.

Lu Qingyao said: "You kid don't know the benefits of this oil, just take it for you. If you don't accept it, it will hurt the hearts of the villagers. Will you stop collecting it when you deliver food to everyone? This is something..."

"Even if you can't say this, the villagers can't count how much help they have provided me." Sang Bai shook his head with a wry smile.

Sang Bai remembers the help others give him, but is unhappy to think about the help he gives him. This is the wisdom of life. Most people really can’t reach this level. Don’t look at Sang Bai’s life for more than twenty years, and he understands more than many people in their forties or fifties.

Lu Qingyao said: "It's all from the same village. If you help me and I help you, it's just a matter of helping you."

"No, I have to pay for this thing."

Sang Bai said that he had to pay.

Lu Qingyao said: "Then like this. I will return the cow to you later. How about borrowing cows and counting money by day?"

Sang Bai couldn't speak now: "Forget it, forget it! I'll accept the oil."

"That's right! By the way, Mr. Sang, come here to have a mat at noon. If you want to grab the red, don't leave at noon," said Lu Qingyao.

"Grab the red?" Sang Bai scratched his head a little.

"You will know then," said Lu Qingyao.

Seeing that Lu Qingyao was about to leave, Sang Bai immediately asked, "Mr. Lu, when did you and that Dasheng not interact?"

Lu Qingyao said: "That's early, it's going to take at least twenty or thirty years. Why are you asking about this?"

Sangbai said: "I want his family to kill pigs and buy some meat."

"You still bought meat? You bought a lot of it yesterday," said Lu Qingyao.

“It’s eaten up”

"What!"

This was almost scared by Lu Qingyao: "You have eaten all the ribs in two meals?"

While talking, Lu Qingyao glanced at Sang Bai with his eyes. No matter how he looked, he felt that Mr. Sang was talking nonsense.

Sang Bai said: "Not only me, I can eat as much as I can, but also keep up with the autumn harvest."

After hearing this, Lu Qingyao suddenly realized: So that's the case. Lu Qingyao couldn't say anything about Sangbai, because he was afraid that he could do this in the whole county.

"Take the autumn harvest? I guess half a pig is enough for it to eat."

After saying that, Lu Qingyao paused for a moment and said, "Then you should just look for Dasheng. He is a businessman, and I can't cut the price for you."

Sang Bai really didn't expect the old man to help him quit the price. He went to buy meat by himself and didn't give him much cheaper, let alone Sang Bai, he just wanted to ask when this family would still kill pigs.

"If you ask this, then I don't know." Lu Qingyao waved his hand.

"Can you kill one in a week?"

Lu Qingyao thought about it: "That probably might be because life outside is better than in our mountains, and there are many people holding banquets in a town. However, if you want to eat meat, it is best to say it in advance, for example, set a date for his house two weeks in advance."

"This is a good idea," said Sangbai.

After chatting for a few words, Lu Qingyao went home. Sangbai took the autumn harvest and continued to plant trees.

When I came back at noon, I happened to catch the beams on Chen Dongsheng's house.

At this time, the entire village surrounded Chen Dongsheng's house. Although the sun shone brightly, it could not stop everyone's enthusiasm.

"Mr. Sang, Mr. Sang".

Seeing Sang Bai coming, everyone greeted him one after another.

Sang Bai responded to everyone one by one, stood with everyone after saying hello, looked up at the people on the roof, and waited for them to climb up the beam.

"Where is the cannon, the cannon, Dongsheng, go and click the cannon. The time is almost over, where are you guys?"

Chen Dongsheng immediately ran out of the pot house: "Here, come~"

"Let you go"

Someone shouted in the crowd.

Chen Dongsheng said: "The fence has not been sent yet. Third brother, come here to help and send the fence to the fence."

"Come!"

These people were so busy that the fence in Chen Dongsheng's hand was roped to the house.

At this time, Ji Lianwen, who was riding on the wall, shouted loudly: "Uncle Liguo, how is the time going? Is it here?"

"Go up, go up. Look at the sun," Chen Liguo replied loudly below.

Chen Liguo said this, the five young men riding on the walls on both sides began to pull the ropes. There were more than a dozen young men in the unpopulated house. They each held a wooden fork in their hands and sent a beam as thick as a bowl to the gable.

With one pull and one push, the beam can easily reach the roof. This beam is the top beam. The villagers here generally call it the beam. This beam is different from ordinary beams, not because this beam is thicker than other beams, but because there is a red cloth flag hanging on it.

When the beam was placed in the right position, a young man in his twenties rode on the beam and moved step by step to the middle of the beam, reaching out to grab the rope tied with red cloth.

"Okay?"

The young man asked below.

"Dongsheng, where is Dongsheng? Have the cannons been fired?"

"It's time to click!" Chen Dongsheng had already stood under a tree in the east, with a string of red cannons hanging on the treetops. It seemed that there were almost a hundred sounds.

Just as Sang Bai turned to look at Chen Dongsheng, the sound of cannons started.

As soon as the cannon sounded, the young man riding on the beam roared: "At the beam, people and wealth are prosperous, and blessings are full of Huating. Swing three times left is full of wealth and honor, and three times right is full of Hanlin. The east beam is full of peace and safety for generations. The new house has been prosperous for thousands of years, and the sun shines in the spring for thousands of years..."

"good!"

Every time the young man above sang a song, the crowd below responded.

When I was in the middle of the year, Sangbai started drinking as well.

"become!"

As the young man above shouted and pulled his hands, the red cloth that was originally tied on the beam suddenly unfolded and hung down. The red cloth said that the house was completed and the house was full of wealth, and the year, month, day and other signatures were signed.

Sang Bai slowly admired the words written on the red cloth, but the old and young men around him rushed up and entered the house and began to bend down and grab things on the ground.

At this moment, the people riding on the gable spilled the food in the fence and let the crowd grab it.

This is called Holi, which means that relatives and friends can enjoy the blessings and wealth of their families.

Sang Bai was about to join in the fun by himself, but who knew that Zhuniu came over and gave Sang Bai a handful.

Before Sang Bai could say a few words, the boy Zhuniu got into the crowd again.

Sang Bai looked at the things in his hand and found that it was a small fruit, a small piece of candy wrapped in paper, and the largest was a small steamed bun with white flour. There was a red dot on it. The white steamed bun was paired with red dots, and a festive smell appeared.

Before Sangbai could take a closer look, someone came to deliver things to Sangbai. Soon, Sangbai had a handful of them on his hand.

"Enough, enough, where can I eat these, you can eat them."

Sang Bo said repeatedly, but the half-aged children still smiled and piled them on Sang Bo's hands.

In the end, Sang Bai had no choice but to walk aside with his things wrapped around him and happened to find a table for ceremonies, so he put the things there.

"so much?"

Lu Qingyao, who was in charge of the account, said.

Sang Bai smiled and said, "I robbed it, it was all given by everyone. OK, Dafeng, this word is OK."

Lu Qingyao is naturally illiterate. Dafeng, the one who reads the most in the village now is Dafeng. Of course, Sangbai must have more than her, but the villagers were embarrassed to use Sangbai, so Dafeng, who read the most, became the temporary accountant.

"Brother Sangbai, are you paying the account or giving gifts?" Dafeng didn't hesitate to Sangbai, and came up and asked Sangbai whether he was going to give money or giving gifts.

Sang Bai smiled and said, "Give a gift, wait, I'll go back and take the things over."

After saying that, Sang Bai reached out to touch a candy piece on the table, peeled the paper and threw it into his mouth, and ate the candy while going to his yard.

Candy is hard candy, it is just sweet!

As for the big white rabbit, don’t think about it now. People in the city think it’s expensive, let alone the countryside. At this time, the big white rabbit milk candy was like the Starbucks forty years later. He immediately felt that it was a bit more stylish than the people next to him.

He held the lantern he had prepared long ago in his hand, then returned to the tent table and placed it on the table.

"This is what I gave to Dongsheng," said Sang Bo.

"it's beautiful!"

Dafeng looked at the little pony lantern, her eyes full of envy.

Nowadays, horse lanterns are produced based on the principle of use, and forty years later, these things are used for decoration. Whose household appliances are not bright enough or the bulb is not wattage enough? Is there nothing to do to use this thing?

Once something becomes a decoration, it is naturally more particular in production, and the lamp body has some patterns. In addition, the material and technology that has been ahead of it forty years, the pony lantern is half smaller than a normal pony lantern, but it is far more beautiful than a normal pony lantern.

Sang Bai smiled and said, "I will give you one too when you get married."

After hearing this, Dafeng shook her braid: "I'm not getting married."

Haha, Sang Bo laughed, then turned his eyes to the crowd that snatched the hot water.

After snatching the Holi, it was time to eat the mat.

Chen Liguo placed a mat directly inside and outside his own yard. There were six tables on the roadside outside and three tables in the yard. Sang Bai naturally sat in the yard. Not only in the yard, but also with Ji Weigen and Lu Qingyao, the same table. It is worthy of the name of "Village View".

The so-called "village hope" is a person with reputation and prestige in the village. Of course, this name is mostly ridiculed. Junwang is a truly famous family. County hope can still make moves, but rural hope is already equivalent to local buns, let alone village hope.

As for a table of dishes, it is very simple. A bowl of braised pork, a big carp, a boiled egg, a four-sauce drizzled with soy sauce, and a fried small fish. This is considered the main dish. I won’t mention other things like peanuts, or something else. Anyway, they are planted in the fields grown at the families of villagers.

In addition to these dishes, there is also a bottle of loose wine on each table, which looks about two pounds.

The fun of participating in Sanbai is greater than eating. Who would pay attention to such a table of dishes after forty years? He mainly enjoys this emotional atmosphere, not eating.

The villagers were very satisfied with this table of dishes, especially the braised pork and the cypresses looked oily, and the villagers ate it so sweet.
Chapter completed!