Lao Zhou rubbed his chest and felt that the pain was not so bad anymore. He waved his hand and said: "Forget it, forget it..."
The village chief breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhou Lang puffed up his cheeks, pulled Uncle Lai's son and hid aside to talk. After a while, Zhou Lang quietly slipped out to find Zhou Daliang and Zhou Dahong.
These two are his good partners, well, they are commonly known as fox friends and dog friends. Today they are responsible for putting food on each table.
Basically, whether the food on a table is good or not, whether there is more or less, half depends on them and the other half depends on the kitchen.
The person in the kitchen was more familiar to Zhou Lang because his wife was inside.
After a while, Zhou Lang went back and sat down on the mat again. After several people from the Zhang family came to the hall and bowed obsessively twice, they also bowed slightly and bowed in return.
Zhou Lang curled his lips secretly and snorted in his heart.
There are a total of six tables set up in the courtyard. Basically, those who sit in the main courtyard are those who are close to the old Zhou family.
Because it is Zhou Yin's funeral, the relationship must be calculated from Zhou Yin's side, and the Zhang family is considered first. After all, it is Zhou Yin's maternal grandfather's family. Even if his uncles are gone, his cousins are still there.
Lao Zhoutou prepared about four people from the Zhang family, after all, it was a bit far away from them, followed by those from their own family who were relatively close to each other, and then three uncles from the Qian family.
Although Zhou Yin is not related by blood to the Qian family, he was brought up by the Qian family. When he was a child, he had the wrong mother. Zhou Dalang once beat him because Zhou Dalang would not allow him to call his mother his mother.
Although he is younger than Zhou Dalang, he can beat him until he cries like a ghost.
When he was young, he often went back to the Qian family with the Qian family, so the Qian family could sit in this position.
But as soon as the Zhang family arrived, they occupied three tables and it was not enough. When the Qian family saw it, they stopped eating in the yard and waited outside.
Some members of the clan who had been arranged to serve the table in the main courtyard also withdrew.
Lao Zhoutou had nothing to do with his mother-in-law. After all, his brother's body was displayed in the hall, and he didn't want to cause too much trouble at this time.
But that doesn’t mean that Zhou Lang can’t help it. Sure enough, after the Zhang family’s group of talents went to the table after paying their respects, the people at the fourth table who were sitting with them were surrounded by a group of young people who came in and walked out, “Isn’t this uncle?
, why are you sitting here? It’s cool under the tree outside. Come on, let me change places with you..."
"Auntie, your grandson was looking for you just now. So you are here. Come here, I will take you to find your grandson..."
All the people on the fourth table gathered outside, and then they ran in and squeezed in. There were quite a few of them, seven or eight young men crowded in and almost occupied the entire table.
The Zhang family said dissatisfiedly: "There are enough people here, we can't sit down anymore."
"There's nothing we can do about it. The table next door is also full, but this table is the only one with fewer people. Why don't you wait for the last table to eat?"
"You are the last person to eat at the table. Whose child are you from? Didn't you see that we are older?"
"Hey, I'm still young, so you don't know how to let us be young. Is it ridiculous that you are still arguing with a group of us kids when you are already old?"
The Zhang family was very angry and asked: "Which family are you from? Do you sit in the main courtyard?"
"Why can't I sit down? My surname is Zhou, and the person lying in the coffin in the hall above is my uncle! Do you think I can sit down? I don't know who you are yet."
"That person above is the nephew of our Zhang family. His mother is from our Zhang family. Who do you think we are?"
"I've never heard of you. I haven't seen you since I was the head of Qili Village."
While they were talking, Zhou Daliang and others came with vegetables and steamed buns. When the Zhang family saw the steamed buns, their eyes almost went straight. Before the basket with the steamed buns was placed on the table, they immediately grabbed it...
Zhou Daliang almost lost his grip.
He only had time to say "Hey, hey, hey" three times before the first basket of steamed buns was snatched up by Zhang's family. One was stuffed into his mouth, two were held in his hand, and another one was stuffing it into his mouth forcefully while working hard.
Hide the steamed bun in your arms.
Not only Zhou Daliang, but also the young people who came to the table prepared were shocked.
Sitting in the main room and looking down, Zhou Lang glanced at his friends with disgust. Zhou Lang saw it and muttered, "You are so stupid. Who asked you to find them?"
"If you don't look for them, who can you look for?"
"Look for the big donkeys!" Zhou Lang glanced at him and said, "They can rob things, but they don't know how to eat. In terms of eating, the big donkeys are better. Otherwise, I can do it."
Zhou Lang: "...It's too late, we can't replace someone midway."
Zhou Lang also felt a little regretful, "You should have told me earlier, otherwise you could have told the eldest and second brothers."
Zhou Lang: "...I'm afraid you will scold me."
"Why are you scolding you? You are one of our own family. What can we do after we are full?"
Zhou Lang felt that the third brother today was a bit strange.
The two brothers were talking quietly here, but there was a commotion at the dinner table below.
The young people were successfully inspired to fight by the Zhang family. Regardless of whether they ate as fast as they did, they grabbed the steamed buns first and then, oh, there were also dishes on the table.
Zhou Daliang glared at his companions, and after they said they were ready, he brought another basket over. At this time, he said loudly: "The food on each table is fixed, don't grab it, everyone wants it."
What you eat..."
He deliberately went around to the side of the young people and put the basket on the table. As a result, the Zhang family stood up and stretched out their arms to grab it.
This was too much. None of them got the first basket. The young people rose up and snatched the basket directly from Zhou Daliang's hand. Then they grabbed it with a loud noise. They couldn't finish it in their own hands, and even extended their hands in a friendly manner.
Pass it to the person next to you. Anyway, you can't let the Zhang family take advantage of it too much.
The Zhang family only grabbed a few steamed buns, and they were a little angry. They secretly glared at these young people and began to eat the steamed buns in their hands first.
In fact, the Zhang family not only competed with other guests for food, but also with their own family. The fighting situation at the other three tables was much more intense than that at the fourth table.
The young people occasionally turned their heads and glanced at the table in front of them, but they couldn't help feeling frightened.
The Zhang family members stuffed steamed buns and vegetables into their mouths as if they were desperate, sometimes hiding them in their arms. Lao Zhou turned his head away.
In fact, the Zhang family's financial situation was much better than theirs before. Unfortunately, in the hands of his cousin, the Zhang family's life became increasingly difficult.
But Lao Zhoutou didn't think that it would be impossible for them to be like this. It's really... so embarrassing.
Lao Zhoutou looked at the coffin in the mourning hall and said nothing.
People in Qili Village also felt that the Zhang family was embarrassed and would rather eat outside than in the main courtyard.
This year, Qili Village is the most miserable leper's family. Food mixed with wheat bran can fill their stomachs, so they eat it quickly, but they won't grab it directly.
After dinner, I was still in the mood to sit at the table and talk.