There is a big mountain in southwest Henan called Julian Mountain. There is an unknown village at the foot of the mountain. People call it Zhujiahe. Zhujiahe has no Zhu. There are more than 0/00 households in the village/kloc-with more than 20 surnames, all of which are Qian Sun Zhao, Li, Zhou, Wu, Zheng and Wang. This mountain and this village are named after Zhu, which may be related to Zhu Yuanzhang.

Wu Jin, the east village head, is a small family. After several generations of stories, the eldest of his generation is a daughter, but his wife is full of disappointments. This time, he gave birth to a son, and Lao Wu was beautiful in his heart. Lao Wu wants to kill pigs and sheep to celebrate.

? Mr. Zhou Lao, my son is very happy. We have a custom here, and my family also wants to save some tables. Will you please say hello to the old man for me the day after tomorrow? . Lao Wu tried to talk to Mr. Zhou slowly and gently in seemingly literary words, handing the cigarette in his hand as he spoke.

Mr. Zhou Lao is a big backer in the village. He usually likes to talk about business and is quite popular in the village.

Mr. Zhou Lao blocked the cigarette handed by Lao Wu with his hand, and said quietly without looking at Lao Wu's smiling face. How many years have I quit smoking? .

Mr. Zhou Lao did not explicitly promise to help the Lao Wu family. There is a rule in this village that when you ask for help, you must hand out cigarettes first. People accept your cigarettes to show their willingness to help. If you refuse, it means that you are unwilling to help.

Lao Wu looked disappointed because Mr. Zhou was invited as a big guest at every wedding in this village. If you ask people in other villages for help, you will make your neighbors laugh.

? You see, Mr. Zhou Lao, my family has never had guests before. I am an old man, so please help me for Eva. ?

Lao Wu is the first time to ask for help so modestly. At this time, he couldn't bear to be polite any more.

Speaking of Lao Wu, Lao Wu's nickname is Xiao Zhuge, and he is also a rare able person in the village. He can read and calculate. There are many four books and five classics like The Analects of Confucius at home, which is regarded as a cultural person in the village. He writes beautifully in Chinese calligraphy, and he can earn 1,800 yuan by writing Spring Festival couplets for villagers in the New Year.

This Zhujiahe family name is miscellaneous, and people who fled during the war years all settled here. Without the Zhujiahe family, all families live in harmony. No matter who treats you at the wedding or funeral, the whole village will attend with the ceremony. Life was hard in the early years, and each household received a gift of two yuan. Now the conditions are good. When gifts rise to 50 yuan, the number of generous or friendly families will vary from 1200. Everyone will happily attend the party with the whole family. Whenever this day is the day of Zhujiahe's big party, the whole village is beaming, eating until the belly is round and drinking until dark. People are not afraid of giving gifts, but look forward to a big banquet all day. People should not only eat and drink, but also be happy. The usual loneliness makes the banquet a good opportunity for people to get together and communicate.

But I can't see the Lao Wu family every time. Lao Wu is a clever man. He often says: you take two dollars to give gifts. Pork is only fifty cents a catty. Two dollars can buy four kilograms of pork. These four catties of pork can be wrapped in jiaozi, and the whole family can eat it for several days. I'm not that stupid. I went to see you, but my family didn't go. ?

After a long time, people get used to the old Wu family's careful calculation. Even if neighbors pass by the Wu family, they won't have dinner with married with children.

Lao Wu was still standing in front of Mr. Zhou Lao at this moment, and the cigarette pulled out by his right hand was still sandwiched between his three fingers. I don't know whether to put it back in the cigarette case or put it on Mr. Zhou Lao's Eight Immortals table. I just stood stupefied, as if Mr. Zhou Lao had been standing all the time without agreeing to him.

Mr. Zhou Lao opened his eyes slightly and said quietly? You go first, and I will arrive at noon the day after tomorrow. You go back and prepare your dining table, chair and table. You know the number of guests and tables. ?

? Thank you, thank you. I'll go back and arrange it, okay? . Lao Wu said, carefully putting the cigarette in his hand on Mr. Zhou Lao's Eight Immortals table. When crossing the threshold of Mr. Zhou Lao's house, Lao Wu breathed a long sigh of relief, thinking that after all, people agreed, although there were some grievances, he felt that the grievances were worth it for the sake of the Wu family's face.

After Lao Wu came home, the couple sat down and counted their relatives and friends, as well as the old and young in the village, crossing their fingers several times. There are more than 0/00 households in the village/kloc, with an average of three people in each household, that is, more than 300 people. Plus relatives and friends, there are thirty or sixty guests. On average, each table seats 10 people, and more than 30 tables are needed. Each table of food and beverage needs 350 yuan on average, totaling more than12,000 yuan. Lao Wu summed up the number of gifts he could receive. The average household in the village is 100 yuan, which is more than 10 thousand yuan. Plus relatives and friends, it should be no problem to earn more than 20 thousand in gift money. Minus the banquet fee of more than 10 thousand yuan, he will make a net profit of more than 10 thousand yuan. Lao Wu smiled at the thought and looked at his big fat baby son.

Lao Wu's wedding banquet went on as scheduled, with alcohol, tobacco, meat and vegetables, tables and chairs, the chef's little helper, the mother picking vegetables and the waiter serving them. Lao Wu arranged everything one by one and waited for the guests to sit with the ceremony. Lao Wu is busy, and the beads of sweat on his forehead are too busy to wipe off.

On the kitchen side, the chef has put large pork elbows, chickens and ducks, mud fish, crispy meat and meatballs into the steamer. The aunt who burned the fire kept smelling the meat coming out of the steamer, and the saliva of those hungry guests could not stop flowing out of her mouth.

Seeing that it was already noon, except for the relatives of seven aunts and eight aunts who arrived one after another, thousands of Sun Zhaoli and neighbors in the village saw nothing. Lao Wu looked around in the arbor and saw Mr. Zhou Lao coming slowly.

? Mr. Zhou Lao is here. ? Someone shouted.

Lao Wu hurried to meet him, his face flushed with suppression.

? Mr. Zhou Lao, what's the matter? I invited the villagers to the wedding reception, but I haven't seen any of them yet. Where did everyone go? Lao Wu is a little tongue-tied, awkward.

? They are all at home. ? Mr. Zhou Lao lowered his voice and looked a little mysterious.

? What are they doing at home? Lao Wu asked eagerly, holding Mr. Zhou's arm with his hand as if he had caught a straw.

Mr. Zhou Lao raised his voice and said that jiaozi was in their family. We won't wait. Shall we start now?

Mr. Zhou Lao's voice just fell and Lao Wu collapsed on the ground and murmured? Bao jiaozi, Bao jiaozi? , seems to understand something.

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