Old Zhou rubbed his chest, feeling less pain, he waved his hand and said: "Forget it, forget it..."
The village head let out a sigh of relief.
Zhou Zhou Lang puffed up his cheeks, pulled Uncle Lai's son and hid aside to talk. After a while, Zhou Zhou Lang sneaked out to find Zhou Daliang and Zhou Dahong.
These two are his good partners, um, they are commonly known as fox friends and dog friends. Today they are responsible for serving meals to each table.
Basically, whether the dishes on a table are good or not, whether there are more or less, half depends on them, and the other half depends on the kitchen.
The people in the kitchen, Zhou Lang, are more familiar because his wife is inside.
After a while, Zhou Zhoulang went back, sat down on the mat again, and after several members of the Zhang family bowed meaningfully in the hall, he also bowed slightly meaningfully to return the salute.
Zhou Zhou Lang curled his lips secretly, and snorted coldly in his heart.
There are a total of six tables in the courtyard, and basically those who will sit in the main courtyard are those who are relatively close to the old Zhou family.
Because it was Zhou Yin's funeral, the relationship had to be counted from Zhou Yin's side. Zhang's family was the first. After all, it was Zhou Yin's maternal ancestral family. Even though his uncles were gone, his cousins were still there.
Old Zhou prepared about four people from Zhang's family, after all, it was a little far away from them, then they would be the ones who were closer in blood, and then there would be the three uncles of the Qian family.
Although Zhou Yin and the Qian family were not related by blood, he was brought up by the Qian family. When he was a child, he had the wrong mother and once beat Zhou Dalang because he didn't allow him to call his mother his mother.
Even though he was younger than Zhou Dalang, he could beat him to the point of crying like hell.
When he was young, he often went back to the Qian family with the Qian family, so the Qian family could afford this position.
But as soon as the people from Zhang's family arrived, it was not enough to occupy three tables. When the people from Qian's family saw it, they stopped dining in the yard and went outside.
Some members of the clan who had been arranged to serve the table in the main courtyard also withdrew.
Old Zhou can't do anything about his mother's family. After all, there is his brother's body in the hall, and he doesn't want to make a mess at this time.
But it doesn’t mean that Zhou Zhoulang can’t help it. Sure enough, this wave of talents from Zhang’s family went down to the table after paying homage. The people who were sitting with them at the fourth table 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 shady under the tree outside, come on, I’ll change seats 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 were crowded outside, and then they ran in and squeezed in. There were quite a few of them, and seven or eight young men squeezed in, almost occupying the entire table.
The Zhang family said dissatisfiedly: "There are enough people, we can't sit down."
"That can't be helped, the next table is also full, and there are fewer people at this table, why don't you wait for the last table to eat?"
"You are the last table to eat. Whose family are you from? Didn't you see that we are getting older?"
"Hey, I'm still young, you don't know how to make us young, you are already old enough to fight with a group of us kids, is it plausible?"
The Zhang family was very angry and asked, "Which family do you belong to? Is this the main courtyard where you sit?"
"Why didn't I sit there? My surname is Zhou, and the one lying in the coffin in the main room above is my uncle! Do you think I can sit? I don't know who you are yet."
"The one above is the nephew of our Zhang family. His mother is from our Zhang family. Who do you think we are?"
"I haven't heard of it. I haven't seen you since I was the head of Qili Village."
Just as they were talking, Zhou Daliang and others came up with dishes and steamed buns. Zhang’s family’s eyes widened when they saw the steamed buns. Before the basket containing the steamed buns was placed on the table, they grabbed it with their hands...
Zhou Daliang almost lost his grip.
He only had time to say "Ai ai ai" three times, and the first basket of steamed buns was snatched up by Zhang's family. One was stuffed in his mouth, two were pulled in his hand, and the other was stuffing it into his mouth forcefully while trying hard. Hide the steamed buns in your arms.
Not only Zhou Daliang, but also the young people who came prepared on the table were stunned.
Sitting in the main room and looking down, Zhou Zhou Lang glanced at his friends bitterly, Zhou Zhou Lang saw it and muttered, "You're so stupid, who told you to find them?"
"If you don't look for them, who will you look for?"
"Look for the big donkeys!" Zhou Zhou Lang gave him a sidelong glance and said, "They can steal things, but they can't eat them. The big donkeys are good at eating, otherwise I can do it."
Zhou Zhoulang: "...it's too late, we can't change people halfway."
Zhou Zhoulang also felt a little regretful, "You should have told me earlier, otherwise you can tell the eldest brother and the second brother."
Zhou Zhoulang: "... I'm afraid you will scold me."
"Why scold you, you are my own family, what are we doing when we are full?"
Zhou Zhoulang felt that the third brother was a bit strange today.
The two brothers were whispering here, but the dinner table below was full of wind and clouds.
The youths were successfully aroused by Zhang's family to fight. It doesn't matter whether they eat as fast as they do, first grab the steamed buns first, oh, and there are dishes on the table.
Zhou Daliang glared at his companions, and after they said they were ready, he came over with a basket. At this moment, he said loudly: "The food for each table is fixed, everyone, don't grab it, everyone wants it. eat... ”
He deliberately went around to the side of the youths and put the basket on the table, but the Zhang family stood up and stretched out their arms to grab it.
This is too much, none of them got the first basket, the young people rose up and snatched the basket from Zhou Daliang's hand, and then snatched it, they couldn't finish it in their hands, and they stretched out their hands very friendly Pass it to the person next to him, anyway, we can't let the Zhang family take advantage of it too much.
Zhang's family only snatched a few steamed buns, a little annoyed, they gave these young people a sneaky look, and began to eat the steamed buns in their hands first.
In fact, Zhang's family not only competed with other guests for food, but also with their own family. The battle at the other three tables was much more intense than the fourth table.
The young people occasionally turned their heads and glanced at the table in front of them, and couldn't help being terrified.
Zhang's family stuffed steamed buns and vegetables into their mouths desperately, and sometimes hid them in their arms. Old Zhou head turned his head away.
In fact, Zhang's family used to have a much better family situation than theirs, but unfortunately, after being in the hands of his cousin, Zhang's life became more and more difficult.
But Lao Zhou didn't think it would be difficult for them to become what they are now. It's really... too embarrassing.
Old Zhou looked at the coffin on the mourning hall and said nothing.
People in Qili Village also felt that the Zhang family was ashamed, and would rather eat outside than in the main courtyard.
This year, Qili Village is the home of the lame people who are having the hardest time. It can also fill their stomachs with wheat bran, so they eat it fast, but they won't directly grab it.
After eating, I was still in the mood to sit at the table and talk.