Wang Zai heard that the village king said that Zhilin wanted to compete for the wine. He looked at Zhilin and said with a smile: "The village king is right. How could I ask you to thank the village chief for pouring the wine? You are the village chief, and you just rely on it. It's your first time to be a guest at home. I won't ask you to pour wine. You just drink."
"Uncle, I told you to call you Zhilin. Why did you call me the village chief again? I don't drink. I just want to pour you some wine to express my gratitude." Zhilin said with a smile.
"Okay, okay. Stop arguing. Don't be polite. I know that Zhilin doesn't drink. As usual, Zhilin has a glass of wine. Drink slowly. Stay with us and see how we drink." said the village king.
Wangzi filled everyone's wine glasses with wine. He put down the wine bottle and said, "Everyone eats the vegetables first. Come on, let's eat the chicken first."
Mingli picked up a chicken thigh and put it in Zhi Lin's bowl and said, "Zhi Lin, this is my first time at home. Bring an umbrella." Then she picked up another chicken thigh and put it in Zhai Wang's bowl. "Zhai Wang. You eat with the guests."
Zhilin smiled and said, "I've been holding an umbrella for all meals. Okay. I know the people in the village are hospitable. It's unnecessary for me to refuse. Come, King of the village, I'll eat with you."
"That's right. You're welcome. Come and eat the cow. You are even more welcome. You can eat whatever you like." After that, everyone started eating.
Everyone ate the food and started drinking. Zhili took a cup and drank slowly with everyone. The four of them, the village king, kept each other company.
After everyone spent time with each other, they began to deepen their feelings and continued drinking. At this time, the drinking progress slowed down, but the conversation increased.
Zhilin said: "The village is really nice. In the past two days, I not only saw the beautiful scenery, but also felt everyone's hospitality. I also ate a lot of food that is more delicious than other places."
"Of course things are better in the village. Otherwise, the village king wouldn't leave the village. He would be reluctant to leave here," Niu Zai said.
"The Walled King stayed in the Walled King at first because Xue'er was too beautiful. He couldn't bear to leave Xue'er." Wang Zai said with a smile.
"King of the village, I heard that you are not from the village. Is it true?" Zhilin asked with a smile.
"Well, it's true. I was not in the stockade originally. My home is in a relatively large village on the plains. Do you want to know why I am in the stockade? It's not just Xue'er." The leader of the village put down his wine glass and looked at it. Everyone.
"Tell me about it." Zhilin looked at the village king with a smile.
"Yes, tell me. We haven't heard of it either." Niu Zai and the others also said.
"Okay. When I was seven years old, I already remember what happened at that time. At that time, my family was very poor. In fact, everyone was poor. My family was even poorer.
My home and the village were called the Brigade Headquarters at that time, which means the village committee now. My house was next to the Brigade Headquarters. At that time, the Brigade Headquarters had a granary. A large wooden granary was placed outside the Brigade Headquarters with an awning on top. The stone beneath the granary was electrocuted.
One day, I found a small hole somewhere in the granary. It was very small, half the size of chopsticks. I squatted down and took a look. I could see the millet inside.
At that time, millet was precious. I was so hungry that it would be great if I could get some millet from the granary. I thought about it and found a bamboo strip. A very thin bamboo strip. I put the bamboo The strips were inserted into the small hole and a few grains of millet fell out. I was very happy.
That day, I secretly picked up a handful of millet. I was young at the time, but it was just a handful of millet. When I returned home, my father was very happy to see it. He ground the millet into powder and cooked it into porridge. In fact, it is not called porridge. It was boiled together with the skin. It was boiled into several large bowls and the whole family ate it.
Later, I went to poop every day. My father told me not to poop too much, so as not to be discovered. My father also knew that it was the food grown in the brigade.
My family got through the hard times with the grain I harvested. However, when planting the next year, the man who opened the warehouse found that there was an empty space near the small hole. He looked outside the warehouse and there was no millet skin. This meant that it was not eaten by mice. of.
The brigade headquarters knew about this. Our house is closest to the warehouse. I blamed our family for the theft. In fact, it was me who stole it. The people from the brigade headquarters wanted to arrest my father for parading in the street and deduct work points. I said it was me who stole it. I didn't take it home. I ground it into powder outside and made it into cakes to eat.
As a result, they detained me in a square barrel. Do you know a square barrel? It is a square barrel made of wooden boards. It was used for threshing grain. It was surrounded by wooden boards and the bottom was also wooden boards. I was detained for a whole day. I was not allowed to let go. People bring water and food.
Sigh. At that time, I hated the people in the village so much.
Later, I was admitted as a private teacher, came to the village, stayed up nine nights, and fell in love with Xueer. Because of my hatred for our village and the power of love, I stayed in the village.
Sigh. Now that I think about it, actually, it’s not right to hate our village. The environment forces us to steal the grain. Who can tolerate it? This man becomes a thief when he is poor. People say that if you die of hunger, you are not a thief. That’s right. You talk nonsense when you are full. You are really going to die of hunger. Who doesn’t steal something edible when he sees it? Do you think so?”
"This is true." Niu Zai said.
Zhilin looked at the village king with wide eyes. She was very surprised by what the village king said.
"Zhilin. Why are you looking at me like this? Do you think I'm drunk?" the village king said with a smile.
Zhilin came back to her senses and smiled: "King of the village, were you really so poor at that time and so hungry that you panicked?"
"Hahaha. Young people have never suffered much. I don't believe it. That's not the most hungry one. You can ask your grandpa later. How many people starved to death when he was very powerful." The village king looked at Zhilin. . Picked up the wine glass. "Okay. Drink. After drinking this glass of wine, you have to eat. You can't get drunk like that time. Let the women laugh."
When Wangzi poured out the wine again, the village king refused, and everyone started to eat.
After dinner, we only sat for a while. Then the village king asked Zhilin to leave. He said he would go to Accountant Wang to see if he had bought his daily necessities and quilts.
The two came to Accountant Wang's house. Haiyan said that Wang Wen had gone to the village committee to wait for them.
The village king and Zhilin went directly to the village committee. Accountant Wang was waiting for them. When they saw that Zhilin was back, he took all the purchased items into her room.
Zhilin kept saying thank you.
After a while, the village king and accountant Wang said goodbye to Zhilin, left the village committee, and went home.
Zhilin closed the door and took a shower first. Then she went to bed and took out a book to read. She couldn't read it after reading for a while. She thought about going to visit with the village king today.
A day's visit allowed her to see that the village king is very popular and has high prestige in the village. Both men and women in the village respect the village king. The village king is indeed the king of the village. He is a local emperor. .
After she thought about this and her performance today, she couldn't help but laugh.