Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

It's a banquet, and a banquet with fish, meat and chicken. No one can refuse such a thing in this era.

Zeng Wangcai originally thought that if he cooperated with the production team, ten tables would definitely not be enough for the village. Now Zeng Laosan has added twelve tables, which is just enough for one person from each family.

But this is still not enough. Five or six hundred people, how can it be enough?

Zeng Wangcai's original idea was to let Zeng Laosan solve this troublesome matter, and his family would not participate or attend the banquet, but he did not expect that Secretary Wang would insist on dragging him along.

In addition to the twelve large tables, there was another small table, which was an octagonal table. There were only four people at this table: Zeng Wangcai, Secretary Wang, Zeng Laosan and the production team leader. The dishes were much simpler, including a carp weighing about two kilograms, half a roasted chicken, a plate of fried pork slices, a plate of peanuts, and a plate of fried wild vegetables.

Although he had already given the order, Zeng Lao San was still trembling with heartache: "Secretary Wang, I have invested a lot of money today. How are we going to get through the rest of our lives? You have to take care of us."

Secretary Wang said unhappily, "What did you invest? I just looked at it and I'll calculate it for you. The pig was killed by Wangcai and given to you. The pheasant was also caught by Wangcai and given to you, right? There's no need to mention the fish. You only invested in the food, so you got a big bargain."

"Food is very important. Didn't you see that the members were eating dry food tonight?" Zeng Laosan said with a bitter face.

Hearing this, Secretary Wang sighed suddenly and silently looked at the huge crowd outside.

There are more than a hundred households, and each family nominates one person to come out for the banquet. It seems as if everyone has agreed that the priority is to nominate the elderly or children in the family.

No family is an exception. Even if some families feel that it is not worth it because their elderly or children do not eat much, they dare not be the first to speak out at this time because they have to save face.

Now each family is arguing over the vacant land. The elderly don't want to eat, thinking that they will be buried and there is nothing good to eat, so it is better to let their grandchildren eat. The children are ignorant and want to go to the banquet, so their parents have to teach them a lesson.

There was chaos over there in the open space, with people crying and cursing.

In a nutshell, this is a unique, warm and heartbreaking scene.

Zeng Wangcai's impression of having a banquet in the countryside is that when the table comes, just take out a plastic bag and pour the whole plate into it.

I didn't expect the villagers in Zengzhuang to be so humble. In fact, this is easy to understand. If they are in one family, they will be humble, but if they are in many families together, it will be difficult.

Admit it or not, people are selfish in most cases. Who doesn’t want their family to eat better?

Now the villagers of Zengzhuang have no choice. Each family can only send one person to the banquet. There were even people who were polite and yielded, so it was really good that no fighting broke out.

Secretary Wang had mixed feelings when he saw this scene: "Old Third, let them all eat. It doesn't matter. I think there are plenty of dishes. Everyone can have a taste. Don't worry about the food. I'll find a way."

It is truly commendable that Secretary Wang could say these words at this critical juncture.

But Zeng Laosan was in trouble. He knew that once he let go, it would be difficult to control the situation. But since Secretary Wang had said so, he had no choice but to do as he was told.

Helplessly, Zeng Laosan left Secretary Wang to be entertained by Zeng Wangcai and the team leader, and ran out himself. He first called the militia company commander to give him a few words, and finally faced the villagers alone.

"Stop arguing and listen to me!

"Secretary Wang has spoken. Everyone has a share in the feast today..."

As soon as this was said, the villagers became excited, shouting and ready to charge.

But Zeng Laosan was well prepared. The militia company commander led his men to control the situation and let Zeng Laosan finish his words.

"There are too many people and not enough food, and there is not enough space. Everyone should have some dignity and not embarrass the village. No snatching is allowed. Come one by one. Also, the food preparations are not enough. The commune understands us. We cannot eat at the rich families' houses. The village will only provide food for one person in each family. Each family should send someone back to bring what you can fill your stomach. You are not required to share. Eat by yourselves. Eat the food on the table..." Zeng Laosan hysterically set rules for the villagers.

It has to be said that Zeng Laosan is still capable and prestigious, and the villagers of Zengzhuang are also good and relatively obedient.

After Zeng Laosan finished speaking, every family obediently sent someone home to bring the wild vegetable cakes, mixed flour steamed bread and other foods left over from lunch to feed their families.

Afterwards, a unique buffet began. In other people's buffets, dishes are served like flowing water, and guests can eat as they arrive. But it is not like that here. People come like flowing water, pick up bowls, pick up dishes, eat them, and come back after they finish eating.

Even so, this meal was the best the villagers had had in recent years.

Secretary Wang watched the toothless old man eat fish and the children grab the meat directly with their hands. Everyone got some meat, even if it wasn't much, and they were satisfied. The emotion in his heart disappeared and his mood became high.

"Third brother, do you have any wine? I want to have a drink with Wangcai. Let's thank him..." Secretary Wang stood up and said with his hands on his hips.

"Yes, not only wine, but good wine!" Zeng Laosan agreed readily, then looked at Zeng Wangcai guiltily and ran away.

After a while, Zeng Laosan came back with a small jar of wine, and with him came Zeng Wangcai's second uncle Zeng Youhuo.

Well, there is one jar of wine missing from Second Uncle’s collection!

Seeing this, Zeng Wangcai knew that his second uncle had been robbed. He also saw that his grandmother and second aunt were also called to the banquet by the attentive Zeng Lao San.

Since Zeng Laosan has done so much, Zeng Wangcai doesn't have much to say. At least the person in front of him knows how to be grateful.

"Secretary Wang, this is Comrade Zeng Youhuo, Wangcai's second uncle. He is an expert at setting traps for hunting. I have asked him to stop working and focus on hunting, but his work points will still be counted." Taking this opportunity, Zeng Laosan pushed Zeng Youhuo to the front.

It was Zeng Laosan who decided that Zeng Youhuo should not go to work, and the other people in the production team agreed to it, but this matter was not approved by the commune.

In principle, the production activities of the production team members do not require the approval of the commune, but Zeng Youhuo's arrangement is not a normal production arrangement after all, so it is better to report it to Secretary Wang in advance to be prepared.

"Okay, got it!" Secretary Wang was in a good mood and waved his hand generously, "We don't care about the production arrangements of individual members of your production team. But now is a difficult time, and your arrangement is good, it gives full play to the strengths of the members."

Everything that needs to be said has been said, and all the holes that need to be blocked have been blocked. All that’s left is eating and drinking.

Secretary Wang kept his word. When the wine was ready, he raised his glass to toast Zeng Wangcai: "Come on, Comrade Wangcai, I'll toast you."

Zeng Wangcai drank it with a smile: "Secretary Wang, you are too polite. I can't drink much, so I'll just have one glass to keep you company."

He felt that judging from the current situation, Secretary Wang was a good person who was humble and did not have the condescending bureaucratic attitude.

This made him determined to use Zengzhuang as his back garden. Zengzhuang has a good environment, but it also needs a good leader.

"Hey, it's really a good wine. What's the name of this? It's no worse than Xifeng!" Secretary Wang exclaimed after drinking a glass of wine.

Wuliangye is not well-known now, and even Moutai, which came later, is not as good as brands like Xifeng.

Less than half an hour after they had been eating and drinking happily, an uninvited guest came to the village - Lao Qi!

The seventh brother under the fifth master of Pigeon City somehow got here and encountered Zengzhuang having a banquet as soon as he arrived.

"Brother Wangcai, Brother Wangcai, someone is looking for you outside..."