Old Zhou rubbed his chest and felt that it was not so painful. He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it..."

The village chief breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Silang bulged his cheeks, pulled Uncle Lai's son and hid aside to talk. After a while, Zhou Silang sneaked out to find Zhou Daliang and Zhou Dahong.

These two are his good friends, well, commonly known as fox friends, today they are responsible for giving food on each table.

Basically, half of the dishes on a table depend on them, and the other half depends on the kitchen.

The person in the kitchen, Zhou Shilang, is more familiar with him because his wife is inside.

After a while, Zhou Silang went back and sat down on the mat again. After several people from the Zhang family came to the class, they bowed down slightly and bowed back.

Zhou Silang curled his lips secretly and snorted coldly in his heart.

There are six tables in the yard, and basically those who sit in the main yard are close to the Old Zhou family.

Because it was Zhou Yin's devotion, the relationship had to be calculated from Zhou Yin's side. The Zhang family was the first. After all, it was Zhou Yin's maternal family. Even if the uncles were gone, the cousin was still there.

Old Zhou prepared for about four people from the Zhang family to come. After all, they were a little far away from them. Then there were those with their own blood ties, and then the three uncles of the Qian family.

Although Zhou Yin and the Qian family are not related by blood, he was raised by Qian. When he was young, he recognized his mother wrongly. Once, he beat him up because Zhou Dalang refused to let him call his mother.

He was obviously younger than Zhou Dalang, but he could beat him to howl.

When he was young, he had often returned to Qian's family with Qian, so the Qian family could take this seat.

But when the people from the Zhang family arrived, they occupied three tables but not enough. When the people from the Qian family saw that they stopped sitting in the yard and waited outside.

Some people in the clan who were originally arranged to serve in the main yard also retreated.

Old Zhou had no choice but to deal with the foreigner. After all, his brother's corpse was placed in the hall, so he didn't want to make a fuss at this time.

But it doesn’t mean that Zhou Silang has no choice. Sure enough, after the commemoration of the Zhang family, the people on the fourth table that was originally sitting with them, were hugged by a group of young people coming in, "Isn’t this uncle? Why are you sitting here? It’s cool under the trees outside. Come on, I’ll change your seat with you..."

"Aunt, your grandson was looking for you just now. So you are here. Come on, I will take you to find your grandson..."

They surrounded all the people on the fourth table outside, and then they ran in and squeezed in. There were a lot of people, and seven or eight young men squeezed in, almost occupying the entire table.

The Zhang family said dissatisfiedly: "There are enough people and I can't sit still."

"There is nothing to do. The table next door is full, and there are fewer people on this table. Why don't you wait for the last table to eat?"

"You are the last table to eat. Whose child are you? Didn't you see that we are old?"

"Oh, I'm still young, you don't know if you let us young. You're still fighting with a group of children at the same time. Is it a good thing?"

The Zhang family was so angry that they asked, "Which family are you from? Did you sit in this main courtyard?"

"Why isn't I the one who sits there? My surname is Zhou, and my uncle is lying in the coffin of Shangtou's main hall! Do you think I can sit? I don't know who you are yet."

"Then the person is our Zhang family's nephew. His mother comes from our Zhang family. Who do you think we are?"

"I haven't heard of you before. I've never seen you as old as the village chief of Qili."

As they were talking, Zhou Daliang and others came up with vegetables and steamed buns. When the Zhang family saw the steamed buns, their eyes were almost straightened. Before the basket containing the steamed buns was placed on the table, they snatched them directly...

Zhou Daliang almost didn't get it.

He had only three "hey hey" sounds, and the first basket of steamed buns was snatched by the Zhang family. He stuffed one in his mouth and two in his hand. One was stuffing it into his mouth while trying hard to hide the steamed buns in his arms.

Not only Zhou Daliang, but also the young people who were prepared on the table were shocked.

Zhou Silang, who was sitting in the main hall, looked down at his friends with a grudge. Zhou Sanlang saw it and muttered, "I'm so stupid, who asked you to find them?"

"Who are you looking for if you don't look for?"

"Look for big donkeys and the others!" Zhou Sanlang glanced at him and said, "They can grab things, but they can't eat them. Whether they eat or big donkeys or they are good, otherwise I can go there."

Zhou Silang: "...it's too late, you can't substitution in the middle."

Zhou Sanlang was also a little regretful, "You should have told me earlier, otherwise you can tell your elder brother and second brother."

Zhou Shilang: "...I'm afraid you will scold me."

"Why are you scolding you? You are your own family? Why are we doing nothing if we are full?"

Zhou Silang felt that the third brother today was a little strange.

The two brothers were whispering here, but the dining table below was filled with wind and clouds.

The young people were successfully aroused by the Zhang family. Regardless of whether they were eating as fast as they could, they would grab the steamed buns first, and there were dishes on the table.

Zhou Daliang glared at his friends, and after they said they were ready, he brought a basket over. At this moment, he whispered loudly: "Every table of food is fixed, don't snatch it, everyone wants to eat it..."

He deliberately went around the young people and put the basket on the table. As a result, Zhang's family stood up and stretched out their arms to grab it.

This is too much. They didn't get a basket in front of them. The young men rose up and snatched the basket from Zhou Daliang, and then snatched it. They couldn't take it all in their hands, and they even reached out to the people next to them. Anyway, they couldn't let the Zhang family take too much advantage.

The Zhang family only snatched a few steamed buns, and they were a little angry. They glared at the young men and started eating the steamed buns in their hands first.

In fact, the Zhang family not only scrambled food with other guests, but also scrambled food with their own. The battle situation at the other three tables was much stronger than that of the fourth table.

The young people occasionally turned their heads and glanced at the table in front, and couldn't help but feel frightened.

The Zhang family stuffed steamed buns and vegetables into their mouths like a desperate situation, and sometimes hid them in their arms. Lao Zhou turned his head aside.

In fact, the Zhang family’s former family background was much better than theirs, but unfortunately, the Zhang family’s life became more and more difficult.

But Old Zhou didn't think it would be difficult for them to be like this now. It was so embarrassing.

Old Zhou looked at the coffin in the mourning hall without saying a word.

People in Qili Village also felt that the Zhang family was embarrassed and would rather go out to eat than eat in the main yard.

This year, Qili Village is the hardest-wedding Laizi family. It can fill your stomach with wheat bran, so they eat fast, but they won’t snatch it up directly.

After dinner, I still feel like I am sitting at the table and talking.
Chapter completed!