Jin Liangyu

Chapter 65 Everyone ate the soup
  "Okay, I'll weigh you."

It makes sense for Yang Laogen to do this. He is afraid that people in the village will have other ideas and make a fuss about the scale.

Lao Jin provided them with help in times of need so that they could have something to eat. If they still take advantage of others, then that is not what human beings do.

Jin Sheng admires Yang Laogen very much. The man who grew up in the village is not short-sighted, has a conscience and a bottom line, and knows what can and cannot be done.

When the people in the village saw that it was Yang Laogen who was greeting him personally, they all stopped thinking.

But there are exceptions to everything, and when I got to Aunt Yu's house, I had a lot to talk about.

"Village chief, does this scale have a high head? We belong to the same village."

"A whole village has to help you take advantage?"

"Village chief, that's not what I meant."

"I don't care what you mean. Don't talk from now on. Where is your man? Let him come over."

"Village Chief~"

"Yu Laowei, come here."

"Hey." The dark-faced man who was standing behind and watching squeezed over.

"Look, it's five pounds."

"Look, that's right."

"Looks like I'm still not hungry, otherwise why would I be talking so much nonsense?"

"Village Chief, our family has a large population and has been out of food for a long time." After Yu Laowen finished speaking, he glared at the old woman fiercely.

Mrs. Yu also calmed down this time, and followed her man back cautiously.

Jin Sheng sat on the stool brought by Boss Yang, sitting in the shade of the tree, saying nothing, just watching quietly.

Yang Laogen's heart was full of anxiety. He was afraid that Lao Jin would be angry and not sell their food in the future.

You must know that there are still many days before the autumn harvest. If you don't want to chew grass roots and eat tree bark, you should make good offerings to Lao Jin.

But there was that blind person in the village. He was not only short-sighted, but also shameless. He didn't know how to restrain himself in front of Lao Jin.

Just wait, after Lao Jin is sent away, he will have to give those shameless people a good beating.

...

Jin Liangyu put Dabao on the floor of the main room and asked him to turn over and play by himself. Then I heard the mechanical voice of the system: "With the thanks of the villagers, the merit points will be increased by ten."

"If you get the thanks from the villagers, your merit points will be increased by ten."

"…, merit points plus five."

"Xiaojiu, why is there still an extra five?"

"The host, that person is ungrateful and even a little resentful."

"Grudge, haha."

"Xiao Yuyu, what's wrong with you? Did someone make you angry?"

"No one makes me angry, I just think some people are interesting."

Zhou Erlang, who was busy in the kitchen, poked his head out of the kitchen and asked: "Daughter-in-law, the meal is ready, what do you want to eat?"

"What dish? I really haven't thought about it yet."

"Don't think about it, dad will do it for you."

"Dad, you're back."

"Ah."

"Dad, what delicious food do you want to cook for us?" Jin Liangyu asked, looking at a large carp weighing two kilograms in his father's hand.

"Whether it is sweet and sour or braised in soy sauce, my eldest daughter has the final say." "Dad, let's eat braised in soy sauce." In this day and age, if you can eat dishes with thick oil and red sauce, you have to be from a wealthy family.

"Okay, dad will make braised fish for you."

Zhou Erlang also likes braised food, but he still has things in the village in mind.

"Dad, those people in the village didn't make irresponsible remarks to you, right?" Not to mention that Zhou Erlang knew the people in the village quite well, and he got to the point with just one sentence.

"No. Without my words, Yang Laogen suppressed all those fools who were ready to make a move."

"Dad, you only sold it for six cents a pound, and you lost a lot of money." Zhou Lang knew that the corn noodles at home were different from those sold in grain stores outside, so he said this, hoping that his father-in-law would listen. .

Because some people in the village don't know what is good or bad at all. Even if you sell it to them cheaply, they may not appreciate it.

"Well, next time we sell food, we will sell it at the normal price."

Seeing that his father-in-law had listened, Zhou Zhoulang took the fish from his father's hand and said, "Dad, I'll go and clean it up."

"Go."

...

Tonight in Shangyang Village, every household is cooking noodle soup.

The flame is burning in the stove, the yellow noodle soup gradually thickens in the pot, and the fragrance of corn noodles spreads along with the heat.

"...It smells so good." This was the first time Yang Laogen smelled such a fragrant corn flour smell. His little grandson, who was being held in his arms by his mother, had already jumped up and was babbling in his mouth. If you eat.

"Erlang, my father-in-law has done a great thing." Mr. Yang smelled the aroma coming out of the pot and smashed his mouth.

Even if your Uncle Jin saved the people in our village, some people are still not satisfied and wish they could give him all those flour bags so that they can make a lot of money.

"Why do you think those people are so big-faced? It seems like he is the only one who is sharp and everyone else is a fool." The old son of the Yang family who doesn't like to talk much, his face is still dark with anger.

"Oh, my little brother can speak, it's really raining red from the sky." Yang Xiaomei has not yet left the cabinet, and she is embarrassed to say some things that are too extreme.

"They all need to keep their faces down. Lao Jin is watching from the side today. Just watch. Even if there is food next time, Lao Jin won't be able to sell it to them."

"Dad, what about our family?" The eldest daughter-in-law of the Yang family is now concerned about her family's food and drink.

"We can even out the land at home." Yang Laogen glanced at the other bag of noodles and told his youngest son, "It's too late today. When you get up early tomorrow, you can deliver this bag of noodles to your grandpa."

Yang Laogen didn't dare to let his eldest son go. That boy also had an father-in-law.

"Well, I'll go there early tomorrow."

Outside the thatched shed in Zhou's yard, Zhou Dalang served each of his two girls a bowl of thick noodle soup.

"Let it dry for a while, it's too hot."

"Dad, we know."

Two little girls squatted next to the wooden bowl, smelling the aroma in the air.

"Dad, this smells so good." As Daya spoke, the sisters' stomachs began to growl loudly.

Da Ya was afraid that her father would be sad, so she pressed her stomach hard with her thin little hands, hoping to stop her stomach from growling.

Erya also followed suit, and her actions were exactly the same as those of her sister.

Looking at the two sensible girls, Zhou Dalang couldn't understand why his mother and Mrs. Zhu were so cruel and didn't want to see the two children.

"Dad~" Erya couldn't bear it any longer. She wanted to ask her father if she and her sister could eat it.

Zhou Dalang used a wooden spoon to help the two girls stir it a few times. Afraid that the noodle soup was still hot, he taught the two girls to use a spoon to skim the edge of the bowl and eat it first.

In fact, he really wanted to pour back half of the noodle soup in the bowls of the two girls, so that it would cool down faster.

But the look in the two children's eyes made him feel distressed, and he didn't dare to fall down. He was afraid of seeing the hurt in the children's eyes, even if it was temporary, he didn't want to.

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