I want to be a good person

Chapter 477: Simplicity and Hospitality

Before the sun sets completely, we arrive at the small village in the valley. From afar, the dim yellow lights are as small as beans, and there is a glimmer of life.

At the entrance of the village, two women were standing under a bare old locust tree, looking forward to something.

The child travels thousands of miles and the mother is worried.

"mother."

The youngest one suddenly sped up and ran.

"This kid still has the mentality of a child."

"How old is he? A fourteen-year-old child."

At the age of fourteen, he carried a gun and went to war.

Children from wealthy families still sit in school obediently.

Politicians contribute ideals, the rich contribute wealth, the poor contribute lives, and the children of the poor become independent early on.

It’s getting closer. People in their early 30s are exposed to the wind and sun and are aging quickly, like people in their 40s.

Compared to the middle-aged actors who were still posing and flirting in their previous lives, how great the people today are!

Plain and simple has become a derogatory term for old-fashioned, country bumpkin, farm worker, migrant worker, and laozi, among other things.

Models are no longer models, pioneers are no longer pioneers, and being moved is just self-movement for some people. It is a beautiful era in which social order has collapsed and social order has declined.

How absurd and magical, how ironic and sad!

"I'm back, there's rice left in the pot."

"Who is this?"

"Guests from afar are just like us."

There was definitely a misunderstanding in the words, enthusiasm, and more enthusiasm.

The most delicious meal in the world is also the meal that people miss the most: mother’s meal.

Emotions are restrained. The days of hardship make people deeply restrained and not good at expressing emotions, which is a characteristic of this era.

How to show your attention to guests?

In those lean days, I wish I could put all the delicious food on the table.

While sitting in the house drinking water, Zhang Aiguo heard the flapping sound and by the time he came out, it was too late.

The big rooster in the house had its neck cut with a knife, and two wooden sticks were clamped around the chicken's body, rolling it in hot water like two straps.

Sometimes it does a Thomas spin, sometimes it does a windmill, spinning around and around, and soon all its gorgeous fur is plucked out.

The chicken braised with potatoes is so delicious.

Authentic free-range chicken, sweet potato cake brewed in the village, and we give our all to entertain our guests.

"Come on, eat more, eat some vegetables."

"Drink, drink."

People are simply enthusiastic about urging you to drink and eat, just because you are nice to them. Even a tiny bit of kindness the size of a fingernail will be remembered in their hearts, sometimes for a lifetime.

"Sir, what's your name? I haven't asked you yet, even though we've been together for a long time."

"Let me talk about myself first. My last name is Pan Dalong, which means I am a dragon. On my left is Zhao Yougen, on my right is Fei Defa, and across from me is Huang Dejin."

"When I'm out and about, I travel the world. What about me? I won't change my name or surname. My surname is Lu, Lu Shaokang."

"Could it be Mr. Lu from Shanghai?"

"Which Mr. Lu?"

Pan Dalong slapped his thigh excitedly.

"Dear guest, you are indeed an honorable guest. I understand, I understand."

The Red Team's confidentiality work was the result of bloody lessons and countless losses.

"I offer you a bowl of wine, Mr. Lu."

Pan Dalong picked up the wine with a serious expression.

"Okay, I'm not hypocritical, we're all grown men."

The largest production of sweet potato cake is in Shandong and Fujian. It has a clear and sweet taste and unique flavor. Drinking too much of it can easily make you drunk.

Sweet potato. In the 21st year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty, Chen Zhenlong, a Fuzhou native who was doing business in Luzon, introduced sweet potato to Fuzhou. The journey was thrilling and legendary, and the contribution of overseas Chinese will be recorded in history forever.

Forget about those Run people. When the country is in trouble, they will definitely not move from the mountains.

"Let's drink less of this wine. We need to stay alert at night. We can get drunk after we drive away the Japanese devils."

"it is good."

After drinking the wine, a big bowl of hand-rolled noodles was served.

"I saved some wheat from my own garden and just ground it. Let's try it. It tastes much better than foreign flour."

When people leave, how can they remember where their roots are?

There is an iron griddle and a full set of tools for making pancakes in the space. When I was in the National Army, I collected a stone mill. There are two stone mills, one for grinding flour and the other for grinding sesame oil.

Some tools should be packed up and put aside. Only by looking at them occasionally can we remind ourselves where they came from.

Maybe that’s the anchor.

The gray noodles, with a strong wheat aroma, carry people's enthusiasm.

"Mr. Lu, what are your plans?"

"I want to go back and look for my roots."

"Looking for roots, the Japanese are currently carrying out the "Three Alls" campaign, and the inspections on the road are strict. We also need a pass to go behind enemy lines, so it's not easy to travel."

Zhao Yougen said with emotion.

"Yes, the Japanese built a lot of artillery towers and strongholds, and they controlled all the main traffic arteries."

Fei Defa was still a little frightened, thinking that he had suffered this loss before.

"It's cold, I think we should wait. When it's cold, the devils won't be willing to come out, so we can hide from them then."

Pan Dalong was thinking intently and felt a little worried.

In their opinion, walking in the occupied areas was extremely dangerous, so they escorted people by hiding during the day and moving out at night. They sent out sentries in advance for every section of the road and would immediately withdraw if there was anything wrong.

"Here, have a chicken drumstick."

Zhang Aiguo picked up a piece of good meat and put it in the bowl of Huang Dejin, the youngest child.

"Eat more, grow stronger, and have more strength to fight the Japanese."

"Um"

This little brat is going to eat me to death!

The warm hospitality brought warmth to Zhang Aiguo's heart.

"His aunt."

"Hey, Mr. Lu, what else do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

Zhang Aiguo looked at the table and saw a pot of chicken stewed with potatoes, a bowl of scrambled eggs with Chinese toon, and a plate of fried peanuts.

The landlord couldn't afford such a life, and he had invested a lot of money.

Do you think of yourself as a cadre passing by?

What the people want.

"No, that's enough. You have great skills and the dough is very chewy."

Zhang Aiguo knew the rule that women were not allowed to sit at the table, so if they were a guest, men and women would sit at separate tables.

Pick up the bowl from one side and pass it over.

Wanli had peeled the vegetables in advance, and then several people understood Zhang Aiguo's actions.

"You should eat too. We are almost done. You have worked hard."

"It's not hard, it's not hard. You men have big things to do."

"I've eaten in the kitchen. No one can starve, but the cook can't."

The woman smiled heartily, dignified and generous.

When I heard this sentence, it felt very, very familiar, and some memories instantly came to my mind.

I thought of my mother. She was the same in her previous life. She would leave anything delicious for her children and her man, and she would just eat the leftovers.

A bad-tempered man either beats or scolds women, and women suffer a lot of misfortunes.

No matter how hard life is, there is always hope.

He lowered his head and took a mouthful of noodles.

Seeing that Zhang Aiguo didn't say anything, Pan Dalong guessed what he meant.

"Old Huang's, take it and eat it. Mr. Lu is not an outsider."

After the woman went down, Pan Dalong explained.

Her husband was a soldier and was captured by the government as a conscript.

The child joined the armed work team behind enemy lines and became a stronghold in the village.

Everyone has been helping with the farm work at home if they can.

Life is so difficult for ordinary people, how can we bear to make it worse? Perhaps the wheat should be kept for emergency use.

When I went to bed at night, I quietly placed three Yuan Datou coins and small-denomination Central Bank notes under my pillow.

I made this decision because I didn't want to feel guilty.

Three days later, the wind started to blow, and the air was filled with an icy chill.

The mule cart was too valuable and was not kept.

Zhang Aiguo is gone, and the traveler is on the road.