Old Man Shu was afraid that she would accumulate food after eating too much, so he tore the pig's tongue into several small pieces, gave her only one piece, and gave the rest to three green points.
At this time, the pork offal soup in the big pot was almost cooked. The village chief Bangbang knocked the gong twice and shouted to the crowd: "Hurry up and come over with your bowls to get the soup. Two spoons per person. If you are late, it will be gone."
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Mrs. Zhang was originally chatting with other women under the tree. When she heard the shouting, she slapped her thigh and ran away. The women behind her were dumbfounded.
"This woman said she didn't like taking advantage anymore, but she ended up sharing the same meal. She ran faster than anyone else!"
Mrs. Tian muttered, and hurried back to find a bowl, and called her daughter-in-law and grandson to come over to get some soup.
The village chief over there was holding a big copper spoon and said in a loud voice: "Why don't you come over with a bowl? Are you waiting for me to feed you with a spoon?"
"Hey, didn't I run in such a hurry that I forgot?" Mrs. Zhang stretched her neck in such anxiety, "There is a bowl next to the pot. You can fill a bowl for me first, and then I'll have another bowl!"
The village chief glanced at her, reluctantly took the bowl, poured two spoonfuls of it in and fooled her away.
Just as the people in front left, another bowl and pestle came up from behind. Mrs. Tian looked at the pig intestines rolling in the pot and swallowed with greed, "Village chief, give me two more pieces of pig intestines. I like that one."
"You have a lot of things to do all day long!" the village chief snarled at her, and the soup spoon tilted, and she ended up with two extra large intestines.
Mrs. Tian saw this so clearly that she was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth. She thanked the village chief one after another.
Others also learned a lesson when they saw it. This one said I don't like eating pig sesame, so just give me more yam beans. The other said I like to eat pig head meat, and the fatter the better...
The village chief cursed a lot and was not lenient at all, but he basically responded to every request and smiled as brightly as a flower.
In the morning, they were still crying over saliva, but at night they happily ate pork and drank hot soup. It was like a dream!
"Where's Yan Yan? Why don't you see Yan Yan coming to get the soup?" The village chief took another full spoonful of meat and stood on tiptoe to look out of the crowd.
However, someone's legs were too short and he was blocked by the villagers. He heard a crisp voice: "Grandpa, village chief, I'm full and can't drink the soup! Why don't you give my grandma an extra spoonful?"
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"Okay, then I'll serve it to your grandmother!" The village chief responded loudly, turned around and poured the spoonful of meat into Mrs. Shu's bowl.
Soon, only the bottom of the three large pots of hot soup was shared. The village chief raised a spoon and looked around. There were villagers drinking soup from bowls everywhere, but he always felt that something was missing.
Shu Changshun poked his lower back with chopsticks, "Dad, have you forgotten your share?"
The village chief rolled his eyes at him and said, "Your father is not an old fool anymore. He forgets that no one can forget himself!"
As he spoke, he calmly took a bowl and filled himself two spoons. After drinking the warm soup, he felt right.
After finishing the soup, the barbecue was basically cooked. The village chief quickly moved to divide the pork. Still based on head, each family got a big piece, and Shu Laosan's family got a big pig's trotter.
Yan Yan squatted in front of the pig's trotters and sniffed hard. A smell of meat hit her face, and she couldn't hold back her saliva. However, her belly was unsatisfactory and the bulge could not be filled at all.
Old Mrs. Shu was amused by the way she patted her belly vigorously. She cut out a piece with a knife and said, "Stop pressing it. Eat when you are full and go to bed. Grandma will leave a piece for you. You can eat it when you wake up hungry."
Yan Yan nodded, "Then you eat, I'll watch from the side, and then sleep after watching."
"You greedy little cat!" Mrs. Shu laughed, tapped the tip of her nose, divided the pig's trotters, and finally, at Yanyan's request, left the tip of the hoof full of bones for her to lick.
Some people are used to saving and are reluctant to eat the meat after sharing it. For example, Mrs. Zhang cut off a small piece of meat and tasted it one by one. She put the rest in a salt jar and said she would keep it and eat it slowly later.
Shu Dahu was so greedy that his eyes turned green. When his mother wasn't paying attention, he grabbed a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. Then his mother chased and beat him with a spatula.
"Shu Dahu, you little heartless one! You stole all the food your mother worked so hard to save. We still have such a long way to go, what are you going to let our family eat?"
Shu Dahu cried bitterly and kept calling Mom, I know I was wrong, Mom, please stop hitting me.
Mrs. Zhang was already relenting, but Mrs. Li was fanning the flames: "I would say your big tiger should have been taken care of long ago. Children in other families would help the adults collect firewood and carry water, but he lies on the straw mat and dozes all day long.
That’s not okay!”
This sentence was echoed by many people. Mrs. Zhang had been holding back her anger along the way, so she just took this opportunity to give Shu Dahu a good beating.
After beating the child, he became honest and felt comfortable. He turned around and lay down on the straw mat to sleep.
Shu Mingliang, who had been beaten on the head by Shu Dahu, was so happy that he gnawed the pig's trotters and whistled to provoke you. It makes you always arrogant. Your mother will fix it this time!
Mrs. Shu, who was passing by, glanced at him and shuddered, "What are you doing here when you're up so late at night? Isn't it noisy?"
Shu Mingliang covered his head like a quail and kept silent. Shu Dahu burst into laughter. Before wiping off the two tubes of snot, he laughed and made two big snot bubbles, which also made the old lady laugh.
It was already early in the morning by the time they finished eating the pork and were tidying up. The group of people had just gone to bed before dawn.
Seeing that everyone was too sleepy to open their eyes, the village chief decided to rest for another morning and continue on his way after lunch.
After sleeping for two hours, the villagers woke up one after another. They had eaten a lot of meat at night and were not very hungry now. Many people started to fetch water to wash their hair and wash clothes when they had time.
Old Mrs. Shu was so busy that she helped this person change clothes, help that person get clothes, put away the clothes, fetched water for washing, and then squatted on the roadside to wash her hair after washing the clothes.
I haven't washed my hair for a few days, and I'm always sweating. My scalp feels like it's coated with oil. It's itchy, stuffy, and most importantly, it smells bad.
Mrs. Shu couldn't bear it any longer, so this time she washed it several times with a pot of hot water.
While washing his mouth, he kept saying: "Boss, wife, please call the younger ones to wash their faces and hair, so that they can be cleaned up neatly, so as to avoid getting lice on their heads."
I called out at the top of my voice, but a few of the little ones didn't come. Instead, I called the girls and their wives from the village. A group of people squatted in a row on the roadside with basins, all sticking out their buttocks to wash their hair.
Old Man Tang drank herbal tea and muttered: "I have already fallen to this point and still go to all the trouble to wash my hair and take a bath. Isn't this a sign of having a gold-rimmed urinal?"
Old Man Shu raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "You stinky old man! I am stinky and yet I despise others for being clean. I'm really ashamed of myself!"
"Ah, yes, yes, I am a smelly old man, who are you?" Old Man Tang replied to him.
"Don't care what I am, as long as it doesn't stink!" Old Man Shu patted the clothes he had just changed, turned to his wife and shouted: "Old lady, leave some water for me, I want to wash my hair too!"
Old Man Shu yelled and ran away. Old Man Tang, who was left behind, lowered his head and smelled his own smell. He almost vomited with a "vomit". Forget it, he should wash up too.