Jiang Zhiguo was saved. The old village chief and several young men were relieved. Although they ran for several hours on the mountain road, they still found people, and there were some unexpected gains.
The stupid pig that was shot by the old village chief was carried back by several strong young men and weighed in the village. Oh my god, it weighed five hundred jin. Now it was rich. The whole Mushan Group was in high spirits, because this wild boar finally let the villagers who didn't know the taste of meat all year round taste the taste of meat, and it was the authentic South China black wild boar.
However, Jiang Zhiguo was scared. He stayed in the big tree for more than seven hours before he was rescued. When he climbed down from the tree, his legs were soft, and the old village chief carried him back.
Jiang Cheng didn't know that his father had such a glorious history. After listening to Jiang Cheng's story, Zheng Xiaohu and the others laughed so hard that they couldn't stand up straight. His father was so angry that he looked at Jiang Cheng's arrogant face. However, the atmosphere quickly calmed down. It turned out that the dishes had already been served, and the banquet was about to begin.
Everyone let the distinguished guests sit at the main table. The old village chief and the other two senior seniors sat with Mu Mingcheng. Jiang Cheng's mother sat at the table with the women in the village, because according to the rules in the countryside, women could not eat at the table. But today was different. The old village chief agreed to let the wives and women of each family come out. Everyone ate with the guests at the table, but they could not sit at the chairman's seat.
The old village chief accompanied Jiang Zhiguo to sit at the head of the table, took out the home-brewed sweet potato wine and filled it for the guests. He said, "Zhiguo, three grandsons, our Mushan Group is poor and can't take out any good wine and dishes to entertain you. Only this home-brewed sweet potato wine and the game in the mountains can still be served. Please don't dislike it."
No one dared to say anything bad and said it was okay. The old village chief said as he picked up the big bowl, stood up and said to the crowd, "Come on, let's toast together and warmly welcome the arrival of Zhiguo's family."
When the people at the other tables saw that the village chief had raised the big bowl, they also got up and saluted the chief with their wine bowls, and then drank the wine in their bowls.
People in the countryside weren't as particular about drinking as people in the city. They didn't have the habit of drinking little by little. They drank from big bowls. Jiang Cheng saw how the old village chief drank so fiercely, downing a big bowl of wine in one gulp without any hesitation. So he followed suit and downed the wine in his bowl in one gulp.
Jiang Cheng didn't know how to drink. Although this farmer's sweet potato wine didn't have a high alcohol content, it couldn't withstand Jiang Cheng's drinking. After a big bowl, Jiang Cheng's head began to feel dizzy. His hand holding the chopsticks was a little unstable, and he couldn't pick up the food accurately.
When the old village chief saw that Jiang Cheng was drinking so fiercely, he quickly said to him, "Grandson, although my sweet potato wine is not high in alcohol, you have to take it easy. You may not be used to drinking it in one gulp. It won't be good if you get drunk. I'll get you some medicine."
Then he said to Mu Han, who was not far away, who was pouring wine for everyone, "Mu Han, go to grandpa's house and get some pills to sober up for your brother Jiang Cheng."
When Mu Han heard that Jiang Cheng was drunk, he hurriedly handed the jug of wine in his hand to Mu Linglan, who was beside him, and trotted to the old village chief's house to get the pills. After a while, the pills were brought back. Mu Han handed a white pill the size of a marble to Jiang Cheng and said, "Brother Jiang Cheng, here. Eat this pill and you'll be fine. You won't feel dizzy soon."
Jiang Cheng took the pill from Mu Han's hand and looked at it carefully. He didn't see anything special. He couldn't help but think, "Is this made of something like rat poop?"
But thinking was just thinking. He didn't refuse the old village chief's face, so he squinted his eyes and swallowed the pill.
The pill melted in his mouth, and Jiang Cheng soon felt a cool feeling in his throat. After a while, he felt much more sober and not as dizzy as before.
The old village chief looked at Jiang Cheng with a smile and said, "Grandson, how was it? Grandpa's pill worked, right? Is your head not dizzy now? "
Jiang Cheng gave a thumbs up and praised, "Grandpa, this pill is really effective. The dizziness just now is all gone. It's really effective. Oh, by the way, what's this pill made of? Can you give me some later? "
The old village chief said with a smile, "No problem. I'll get you a jar later. I have a lot of this stuff at home."
Jiang Cheng laughed when he heard this. Suddenly, he remembered that there were two bottles of good wine in the car, so he hurriedly said, "Grandpa, do you want to drink Maotai? I'll get it for you. "
When the old village chief and the other two elders heard this, they said in surprise, "Oh? You also brought that stuff? Bring it up quickly and let me and your two granduncles have a taste. "
When Jiang Cheng heard this, he winked at Zheng Xiaohu. Zheng Xiaohu understood and hurriedly got up and left. After a while, he ran back with two well-packaged bottles of 53 ° Feitian Maotai.
Jiang Cheng asked Zheng Xiaohu to take one bottle and open it for the villagers at the other tables. He kept one bottle for himself and filled half a bowl for everyone present.
As soon as the bottle of Feitian Maotai was opened, the air was filled with the fragrance of wine. The old village chief couldn't help sniffing and said, "It's really a good wine. It deserves its reputation. I can't help but want to have a taste as soon as the bottle is opened. Am I right, brothers? Ah, haha …"
The two older granduncles also chimed in cheerfully, praising the aroma of the wine.
Soon, half of the 500ml bottle of Maotai was poured. Jiang Cheng looked at the old village chief eagerly and said, "Grandpa, try it. What do you think? Let's see if it suits your taste. "
After that, everyone looked at him expectantly, hoping that he could give an evaluation. When the old village chief saw everyone's expectant gazes, he carefully picked up the bowl in his hand and took a sip.
"The sauce is outstanding, elegant and delicate. The wine is mellow and has a long aftertaste. It's really worthy of being called Maotai. Good wine, good wine!" The old village chief took a sip and praised after a while.
When everyone heard the old village chief give such a high evaluation, they couldn't help but pick up the wine bowls in their hands and start tasting it. Soon, the whole threshing floor was filled with the sound of people licking their lips.
The old village chief picked up the bowl and took another sip. He said to Jiang Cheng, "Grandson, this wine is really good. It's much better than the sweet potato wine I brewed myself. How much is a bottle?"
At this time, Zheng Xiaohu also returned to the table. When he heard the old village chief's question, he said casually, "Grandpa, this wine is not expensive. It's only 2,000 yuan a bottle."
"What? Two thousand? Oh my god, didn't we drink four thousand just now? Oh my god, why didn't you say so earlier, grandson? If I knew it was so expensive, I wouldn't have let you open this wine! "The old village head said in annoyance." Oh my god, why didn't you say so earlier, if I knew it was so expensive, I wouldn't have let you open this wine! "
After hearing that, Jiang Cheng smiled and said, "Grandpa, don't worry and drink it. Our family hasn't come back to see the villagers for so long. Two bottles of wine is nothing. You can drink as much as you want. I don't lack money."
Jiang Cheng didn't ask about the money anymore. Recently, he had been very rich. Last night, he had asked Zheng Xiaohu and Zhang Ruiqiang to go shopping. That had cost them tens of thousands of yuan. If it wasn't for the fact that the car wasn't big enough, Jiang Cheng would have given each family a color TV.
When the old village chief heard Jiang Cheng's words, he smiled and said to Jiang Zhiguo, "Zhiguo, you have a good son. He's promising. Not bad. I like him. Is he married?"
Jiang Zhiguo replied with a smile, "He just retired from the army. He hasn't married yet."
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