readytorunbook Chapter 276: Strange Village Survival Guide 11
Chapter 276: Strange Village Survival Guide 11
Jiang Man understood instantly, with a bit of sarcasm on his face, "Not only does the idiot know that mom is not a wife, but he also knows to look for a young girl instead of an older man. He doesn't look that stupid."
The second mother's mouth closed again after being opened wide, her eyes rolled back and forth, and the arrogance she had just shown suddenly disappeared.
Erbao was silent for a while, then he smiled and clapped his hands, "Wife, wife, I want a wife——"
"You're playing dumb, aren't you? You're just trying to take advantage of our girl?"
Gao Shuangbin laughed angrily, "Okay, then this matter is not over yet!"
Seeing that the other people's expressions were also getting unhappy, the village chief Wu Fa quickly stepped out to smooth things over, "Hey, let's talk it over. It's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."
"What's the misunderstanding?" Lin Jing mustered up the courage to stand up, looked directly at the village chief and asked:
"Last night we said someone was knocking on the door, and you said it was a fool. Today I was bullied by a fool again. Can this be called a misunderstanding? He clearly had ill intentions! Is there another fool in the village?"
An Jiale's eyes widened, "Yes, it was him last night too—"
Yan Zhen's face darkened. "Village Chief, once can be considered a misunderstanding, but twice is a bit far-fetched, right?"
The second baby’s mother frowned and yelled, “What are you knocking on the door for? My son didn’t even…”
The village chief covered her mouth with his hand and said earnestly: "Say less. There are so many people watching. How can they wrongly accuse you?"
Mingnan narrowed his eyes suddenly.
At all? At all what?
Didn't go out at all?
"That's right, Erbao's mom, you don't love your son this way. I think Erbao really went too far this time."
Grandpa Sun also stood up and said apologetically, "There is only one idiot like this in our village. He had a fever a few years ago and burned his brain. The villagers felt sorry for him and let him do whatever he did. I didn't expect him to go too far. I'm really sorry."
"Alas, we didn't take good care of him this time, but you guys have fought and you've vented your anger, so why don't you just forget about it? Why bother with a fool?"
The village chief looked at them in embarrassment.
Others also helped to speak well of her, and finally, the second baby's mother was coaxed and forced by them to come and apologize to Mingnan and the others reluctantly.
After apologizing, he didn't even wait for them to speak and just dragged Erbao away.
Even from a distance you could still hear Erbao throwing a tantrum and asking for a wife.
Gao Shuangbin rolled his eyes, "What bad luck."
Lin Jing sighed, patted his shoulder and said, "Forget it. You can't even reason with a fool. This is good enough. Thank you."
The village chief also smiled and said, "I'm sorry for wronging you, but I have no choice. Erbao's mother is unreasonable and Erbao is a fool. If he is pushed into a corner, he will dare to do anything. We should forgive him when we can."
Yan Zhen said solemnly: "If he doesn't come, we are too lazy to look for him again. If he comes to harass us again, don't try to persuade him. We can't let him go no matter what."
"Hey, hey, that's right." The village chief waved his hand, "It's almost noon, you haven't eaten yet, right? It just so happens that the Liu family in the east of our village is having a one-month celebration for their baby, let's go and share in the joy."
Full moon wine?
Jiang Man subconsciously looked at Mingnan.
Mingnan raised his eyebrows, the plot is coming.
Li Yiming, who had pretended to be dumb before, was now able to speak well again. He pretended to be embarrassed and said, "We are outsiders and we don't know them. It's not appropriate for us to eat for free, right?"
But looking at his eyes, it was clear that he wanted to go.
The village chief said: "Hey, how come you are an outsider? Everyone who comes is a guest. There is no such thing as formality in our village. Just go and have a drink to calm your nerves. It is rare for our village to have a wedding. The food and wine are delicious and it is very lively."
"That's great." Li Yiming rubbed his hands impatiently.
Zhang Yan asked: "Should we give gifts?"
Upon hearing the word "gift", Li Yiming's smile froze instantly.
Mingnan couldn't help but roll his eyes when he saw it.
This guy is mean, stingy and has a bad temper. What does Zhang Yan want from him?
205: [He is cheap, stingy, and has a face thicker than a city wall. ]
Mingnan deeply agrees with this, [Insightful. ]
"No need for gifts." The village chief smiled generously and cast an expectant look at Mingnan and his companions. "What about you? Are you coming? I asked them to reserve a table. It would be a waste if you don't come."
Before Mingnan could say anything, An Jiale grabbed her arm and said, "Go, go, go. You have to go."
She also held Lin Jing's other hand. Lin Jing was not good at rejecting people, so he smiled awkwardly and agreed.
Since all the girls have gone, it is impossible for the boys not to go.
Yan Zhen nodded and said, "In that case, let's all go."
Lao Zhou smiled, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and said vaguely: "I haven't drunk for a long time, I'm really a little greedy."
The village chief patted his chest and promised, "I will definitely let you drink as much as you want."
He gave the people behind him a look, and the villagers gathered around them, surrounding them and walking forward. "Okay, let's go together, it will be so lively."
"Come on, don't be shy, we are all friends after drinking."
"Don't worry about what happened just now. Let's make amends with wine."
The group chatted and laughed as they headed eastwards into the village.
The wind blew up fallen leaves as they walked.
Mingnan seemed to realize something and suddenly turned around.
There was silence all around, nothing at all.
……
A simple shed has been set up outside Lao Liu's house.
The dark blue rainproof plastic sheet rustled in the wind. There were more than a dozen large round tables inside, and many people sat down there one after another.
A stove was set up next to the shed, a large pot was placed on it, and they started to light a fire and heat up oil. Several cooks in aprons were busy working.
Smoke and the smell of oil drifted out along the edge of the plastic shed and drifted towards the gray sky.
Noisy voices could be heard from afar, mixed with accents and dialects that Mingnan could hardly understand. It sounded like he was listening to a foreign language.
Someone saw them coming and immediately pushed the people around him, then one passed the message to two people, two passed it to three people, and the villagers who were chatting and laughing in the shed all looked over.
The chatter died down, growing quieter as they approached.
The atmosphere became inexplicably tense.
Mingnan's heart tightened, and his shoulders suddenly felt tense. He turned around and saw that it was Lin Jing.
Lin Jing leaned close to her and whispered, "Sister Nan, do you think their eyes are weird?"
An Jiale next to him said, "It's okay. I'm just curious to see so many strangers at once."
"Really..." Lin Jing said unconfidently, "Maybe I'm just being too sensitive."
Mingnan disagreed and whispered, "In a place like this, it's right to be sensitive."
As they approached, some people looked away, but others stared at them intently.
That gaze seemed to have substance, it didn't seem like he was looking at a person, but more like he was examining some merchandise.
Especially, it was not just one person watching, but a group of people. No matter what color or appearance the faces looking up were, those pitch-black eyes were following them closely.
It makes people feel uncomfortable.
Mingnan looked back coldly, his eyes as sharp as a knife.
There were a few men who were originally smiling playfully, but after being stared at by Mingnan for two seconds, their smiles gradually disappeared, and finally they turned their heads away uncomfortably.
It was not until they entered the door that the scene behind them became lively again, with some inexplicable laughter.
"Come, your place is here--"
The village chief led them into the yard and pointed to a large round table in front of the house and said, "It might be a bit crowded for the nine of you to sit here. How about one of you sit at the table next to it?"