Chapter 291 Women and Children Are Not Allowed to Sit at the Table! [2]

There is no electricity in the Sanjiaotang production team, and there is even less electricity in Weilongwu.

In the past, at this time, the villagers would go back to their homes early to rest.

Tonight.

Weilongwu is bustling.

For the children of the villagers, and even the dogs in the village, today is the busiest day.

The middle-aged men and women in the village have been busy all day. When they start cooking in the afternoon, the smell of the dishes attracts the children and dogs.

Many children have licked their mouths and drooled more than once, asking their families when they can eat.

However, the adults in the family know that these meals are used to entertain the family of Mr. Yang, a big shot who came back from Hong Kong. Villagers like them often have one adult in a family, who is also the pillar of the family, and will participate in the meal as a representative.

In this era, many times, whether it is a dinner party or other important events, women in the family, and even children, cannot participate in it.

In addition to explaining the status of these women and children, it is also closely related to the lack of materials in this era.

"Mom, when can we eat?"

"Maomao, go home and eat by yourself."

A five or six-year-old child with dirty clothes was looking at the table in the south hall. His parents had reminded him many times that children, and even women in the village, could not eat at the table together. If the guests had finished eating and there were leftovers, each household could share some.

"Mom, I want to eat braised pork."

The Hakka people's preserved vegetable braised pork is particularly famous. Usually, it is only eaten during big weddings or during the Chinese New Year.

The child had seen several cousins ​​frying braised pork with half a fat pig, and he wanted to eat a piece of fat braised pork.

"Maomao, no, you go back first."

The middle-aged woman next to him said.

Maomao didn't want to leave yet, so the middle-aged woman could only whip him with a whip and let Maomao go home to eat by himself. Yang Shuhai came over and said, "Mr. Yang just said that women and children in the village can eat at the table. However, there is not enough food, and now you have to continue killing chickens and ducks."

Can women and children in the village also eat at the table?

The middle-aged woman and the child Maomao couldn't believe it. In the past few days, they had heard Yang Shuhai tell them thousands of times that when Mr. Yang came back, they should not embarrass themselves, talk nonsense, or make unpleasant movements in front of Mr. Yang. They should not even eat with Mr. Yang or get close to him.

In the eyes of Yang Shuhai and even these villagers, Mr. Yang was like a sacred big man who could not be approached.

"Uncle Shuhai, I'll go help." said the middle-aged woman.

. . .

The women here helped to kill chickens and boil water, and the middle-aged man over there continued to cook.

Yang Ming looked at the rich food on the table in front of him. In this weather, it would get cold soon.

In addition, after a day, Yang Ming was really hungry.

Even the coarse rice, Yang Ming took it and ate two bowls.

Yang Ming didn't eat the pork with preserved vegetables on the table that made the women and children in the village drool.

Not only him, but also Yang Jirong and his wife, Ah Zhu, Zhong Chuhong, Lin Xiuzhi and others didn't eat.

"Mr. Yang, the pork with preserved vegetables here is really good and authentic. Why don't you eat it?" Mr. Shen picked up a piece of pork with preserved vegetables and half fat and half lean and asked.

"Mr. Shen, please eat it."

Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang and other people of extraordinary status rarely eat it normally. Now they are accompanying Mr. Yang for a day and are indeed very hungry.

When Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang and others were eating there, Yang Ming sighed in his heart.

The poverty of this hometown was far beyond his imagination.

Because there was not enough food to entertain him, the village women who were busy all day could not even sit at the table to eat together. As for those children, I am afraid that many people did not take it seriously.

In the village, even in the commune, even the adults in the village seemed to think it was normal. On the contrary, Yang Ming asked them to sit down and eat together, which seemed very abnormal.

They could not understand Mr. Yang's approach and ideas. In their opinion, when there was not enough food, women and children were the last to eat, which was a traditional custom for thousands of years.

Not only was it like that here, but also in other places in the country.

"Dad, how about this white rice?" Yang Ming asked with a smile.

When they were in Hong Kong, they ate the most expensive Siamese fragrant rice imported from Southeast Asia. They ate too much at ordinary times, but it was nothing. Now Ah Zhu, Zhong Chuhong, and Lin Xiuzhi suddenly ate these rough rice, and they were still a little uncomfortable.

Yang Jirong said: "Peter, we used to be satisfied with a bowl of white rice for a meal."

This dinner.

From 19:30 to 20:30 in the evening.

Yang Ming only ate two bowls of white rice and some vegetables, and nothing else.

This was his first meal after returning to his hometown Sanjiaotang Production Team, and it made him realize the poverty and difficulty of his hometown now.

After dinner.

Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang and others had already eaten their fill.

"Mr. Yang, are you and your parents really not going to stay at Longchuan Guesthouse?" Mr. Shen asked again.

"Mr. Shen, I've said that I'll stay in my hometown tonight and even during this period of time."

"Mr. Yang, we can't greet them well. I'm afraid Mr. Lao and Mr. Xi will be in trouble." Secretary Zhang said with some concern.

"Don't worry, this has nothing to do with other people. It's my own decision."

Since Yang Ming said that, Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang were relieved.

The two of them were going to call Yang Jirong and his wife, and then they would take a car back to Longchuan Guesthouse to stay. They really couldn't stay here.

When they were about to leave, Yang Ming asked: "Mr. Shen, there are landline phones in Longchuan Guesthouse, right?"

Landline phone?

"Mr. Yang, yes." Mr. Shen said hurriedly. He thought Mr. Yang suddenly changed his mind and wanted to take a car back to Longchuan Guesthouse with them.

"Then I will arrange for my secretary Lin Xiuzhi to go back to the guesthouse with you."

Lin Xiuzhi had something else to do. She couldn't stay here. She needed to call Tang Shilian who was far away in Hong Kong via a landline phone.

Secretary Lin?

"Mr. Yang, don't worry. I will arrange for Secretary Lin to stay. Tomorrow morning, we will come back from Longchuan Guesthouse to see you here."

Lin Xiuzhi originally wanted to stay to accompany her boss Yang Ming.

Regarding the company's affairs, she really needs to contact Tang Shilian in Hong Kong. Lin Xiuzhi took her things and left with Mr. Shen and others.

Also leaving were Mr. Shen's more than 20 accompanying representatives.

When these people left in the car, Yang Ming looked at Ah Zhu and Lin Xiuzhi and asked: "Do you want to follow Lin Xiuzhi to stay in the guesthouse?"

"Master, I'll stay here with you."

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