According to the rules, although it is not the main seat, there is still a trial seat one day in advance.
According to Zhu Yang's request, it is all the authentic farmhouse flavors fried in a big pot.
Zhu Yang naturally agreed, but suddenly asked: "Village Chief, has this village suffered from bandits before? A long time ago, probably during the War of Resistance."
The village chief said strangely: "How do you know? There is indeed such a thing. At that time, a group of bandits rushed into the village. They should have been dispersed by the army outside, and they wanted to fight in our village."
"At that time, the youth in the village came out, and many people died to kill the bandits. At that time, the village chief was still my great-grandfather."
"Yo, your village chief is still hereditary?"
When the village chief heard this, he was not very happy. When the news came, he left on his own, with his back turned and his face full of grinning.
But I didn't realize that in the yard, Zhu Yang looked at the backs of them leaving with a malicious expression on his face.
Early the next morning, the preparations for the banquet were already in full swing. After all, tomorrow was the main banquet, and the preparations for the semi-finished products had to start.
A large banquet of several hundred people is indeed not a matter of a while.
Zhu Yang was waiting for the noon meal after breakfast, when Fang Zhiyuan and the others ran in, saying that the water ghost had already received something.