Ji Yanping and others didn't say much after hearing this. They were preparing rice soup to feed pigs, so what else can I say?

Seeing that the disciple of Sang Gao didn't look like a pig-driven person, Ji Yanping's wife Liu Erlan, Aunt Liu Er and Chen Dongsheng's mother, Aunt Yu, brought a few women to the yard of Sang Bai's house.

The pigpen is not yet used because the wall has not dried yet and is not firm enough.

After feeding for two days, Sangbai felt something was wrong, because every time he fed the pigs himself, the children were eager to see each other, and every time the villagers came back from the field, they would bring him a manure basket of pig grass.

Not only did every family help Sang Cypress bring pig grass, but also the women in the village looked at the piglets from time to time, as if they were afraid that Sang Cypress would not raise pigs well.

In this case, Sangbai felt that he could not be so willful. He honestly put the grain returned by the villagers in a sack, carried it with a big bull, and went to Lu Dayou's house in the town to exchange for a barbecue of 170 to 80 kilograms of barbecue. It was said that the grade was poor, which was compared with public grain. In other villages, such grains, or Liushu Village, were eaten by people in the past.

Although it is still luxurious, it is much better than big white rice.

When she came back with the stick noodles, the piglets from Sangbai's family were treated as the ones who were fed to the outside world. Sangbai mainly feeds peaches!

Because this thing is inexhaustible, it is natural that Sangbai will not feel distressed when feeding the animals.

The little things at home are very good, not sick or disaster-free, and they are all lively and tight. The only thing that gives Sanbai a headache is that both lambs and pigs and gossips like to poop in the yard, which makes it a circle of animals that quickly become in the small yard.

Waiting for the outside circle to be dried, Sang Bai immediately drove all these things out, digging about ten centimeters of soil in the yard, and then the smell was gone.

The animals on Sangbai were fed smoothly, and Chen Dongsheng's house next door was about to go to Daliang.

Going to Daliang is a very important thing for the people who build houses in the village. Chen Liguo and Yu Qiaomei naturally have to show their energy.

Because everyone has three melons and two dates in their pockets this year, they are ready to put seven or eight tables on the table.

It was too hot that afternoon. Sang Bai was about to close the door and go into the space to sleep when he suddenly heard Chen Dongsheng calling him outside.

"Brother Sangbai, Brother Sangbai, have you slept?"

"Not yet, what's the matter?" Sangbai asked.

Chen Dongsheng said: "My dad asked me to call you over and said it was to discuss the rewards."

The so-called rewards to the guests means to thank the guests, which means to invite everyone to dinner. It is a big deal to put on the beams in the house, so Chen Liguo and his wife naturally have to arrange some things. They won’t say anything when they have no food or drink. Now if everyone doesn’t do it, it seems a bit unkind.

Sang Bai was stunned and then understood that he had become one of the people in the village.

"That's OK!"

Sang Bai lit his own pony lantern and carried it in his hand to the village.

Chen Dongsheng followed Sang Bai and stared at the pony lantern in Sang Bai's hand.

"I'll give you one when your house is built," said Sang Bo.

Chen Dongsheng immediately waved his hand and said, "I don't want this."

"Okay, sparks are almost appearing in your eyes and you still say you don't want one. Brother Suan gave it to you," Sang Bo said with a smile.

Chen Dongsheng touched the back of his head embarrassedly: "I just think this thing is so bright, it's much brighter than an oil lamp."

"You have to say this," Sang Bo said angrily.

Chen Dongsheng yelled twice and stopped talking.

Nowadays, as long as it is an industrial product, everything is lacking, and there is no technical content among them. There are only two horse lanterns in the village, one is old and dying. The best one is the lantern.

When I arrived at the village, I headed straight to Chen Liguo. When I arrived at the gate of the yard, I found a group of people sitting in the yard, without a light, just moonlight and a group of people were eating watermelons.

"Mr. Sang is here."

When Lu Qingyao saw Sang Bai coming, he immediately said something. After speaking, he reached out to take a stool and put it next to him to signal Sang Bai to sit down.

Sang Bai was not polite either. He put the lantern on the table to light it up. After sitting down, he took a melon and started gnawing.

The melon is quite sweet, but it is not as delicious as the melons that have been eaten by mulberry cypress. Although the flesh is sandy, the sweetness is slightly worse than that of later generations. The most important thing is that there are more seeds, and you have to spit out the seeds while eating, which makes mulberry cypress very uncomfortable.

But if you have a melon in summer, you won’t talk. Some people eat so much and they will probably be beaten!

Everyone started to discuss when they got there.

Sang Bai didn't say anything, and listened to everyone with his ears.

"There are vegetables and other vegetables in various vegetable gardens. There are two main problems, one is the chef and the other is the meat."

Soon everyone's attention was focused.

A table of mats is indispensable for chicken, duck, fish and meat. I won’t talk about chickens and other things. Don’t mention ducks at this time, there is no such condition!

You want to buy it at the market, one chicken is more than one piece, equivalent to almost ten kilograms of rice. Do you ask farmers of this era to use chickens and ducks to prepare the meal? That is not the meal, you are planning to copy others!

In comparison, the most affordable one is meat.

At this time, when you hold a meal, buying some meat is considered a main course. In fact, it is simple and straightforward: a bowl of buckled pork on each table, and some dishes made with meaty oil residue, and four meat-flavored dishes are gathered together. This is the most decent meal in rural areas now.

There is no shortage of fish, there are some in the river in front of the village. Not to mention that Liushuzhuang is not short of all Dongyu Province, there are lakes everywhere in the province, and there are many fish species as big as cow hairs. The aquatic industry is very developed.

As for why the villagers and sang bai are not very good, the main problem is that now there is not enough oil, and there is no fish that is roasted with oil.

If you want to talk about steaming, don’t steam fish soy sauce. If you steam it, don’t use hot oil to sprinkle it or something. It may not matter if you eat it once or twice. If you eat it for a few days, you will feel nauseous when you see the fish.

In short, the main thing in the office is two kinds of things: one is meat and the other is oil, especially oil, which makes the fried vegetables fragrant.

Not enough? Then eating vegetables is no different from eating grass.

The villagers’ solution is very simple. They exchange grain for food. Chen Li’s country has fine rice that has been brewed. Just find Lu Dayou to replace it with oil tickets and buy meat tickets.

After discussing for half an hour, the matter came to a conclusion.

At this time, Sanbai put the melon peel on the table: "I'll tell me something."

Everyone became curious when they heard this, and didn't know what Sangbai was going to say.

Sang Bai first went to get a scoop of water and scooped water in the large water tank in the yard. After rinsing his hands, he sat back on the stool.

"How to receive this gift?"

"It's simple, just give it to you casually. It's a one-two cents, five cents," said Chen Liguo.

Chen Liguo was a little dissatisfied when he said this. He felt that Sang Bo asked this and seemed to be holding a table for the purpose of accepting other people's members.

Sang Bai said: "I'm not talking about this time, but I'm saying that it's necessary for everyone to figure out this matter. Let's set a number here. No matter who is married and funeral, it will be this number in the future. In the words of Uncle Liguo, it means it."

"Mr. Sang, are you thinking too much?" Lu Qingyao scratched his head a little.

Sang Bai said: "It's not too much. Our lives will definitely get better and better in the future. When we have money in the future, the daughters in the village will get married and the young men will get married. This is impossible to avoid. If everyone has a little bit in their pockets, they will have a bit of comparison and may even develop into a way to make money, which will make such a big trouble in the future..."

Lu Qingju and others were still a little confused. They had just had a full meal now, so how could they think of what would happen ten or even decades later?

I never thought that many shameless people would make money from this matter in the future.

It costs about one thousand yuan to set up a table and three or two thousand yuan to charge.

Good guy!

You have to make more than twice as much money as you go. Your family’s birthday should be set, your children’s full month should be set, and even your children’s two or three years old will have to set up more than a dozen tables of tables on a piece of cake. It’s obvious that you are shameless and want to use the table to take out the hard-earned money in your pocket.

Sang Bai is not nonsense. Forty years later, his uncle from the same clan often does this, but who is stupid? Two or three times later, his house has about ten tables, but no one goes there.

Lu Qingyao quickly understood what Sang Bai meant: "Mr. Sang is right. We must have this vision. We cannot let go of gifts and become a burden for everyone. We can't make a lot of money even if we dig food in the soil a year. Don't spend all the money to spend all year's hard work. Whoever does the business will make a big fortune. Half of the table is the table. In this case, there is no big deal and no big deal will be used to make profits."

Ji Shuping said: "Isn't this a bit unkind?"

Sang Bai said in a word: "Only people have favors. If you lose the rules, you will never have favors and rules. We should learn from Yuejiang Province. If you don't show off or show off, you won't be a burden to everyone's life, whether it's a treat or a red envelope or a wedding, you won't be a burden to everyone. Don't get married when the child gets married, and uncles have to take out their pockets. This is not suitable. A gentleman's friendship is as calm as water, and it is good for everyone."

"Although I don't know what Mr. Sang is worried about, I think it's reasonable. It makes me feel sorry for a long time when I give a gift, and I'm talking nonsense about human feelings. People who feel sorry for the people will not find a chance to take it back. There is only money left between people after a while. Everyone is wondering if it's the reason," said Ji Weigen.

"That's it, let's make a rule for it," Ji Shuping supported.

"I think it's better to give something. For example, if you have a child and get married, you can buy something as you lack. Of course, this thing must be ordinary. I can't say that if you want a big gold bracelet, I have to give it, that won't work!" Ji Yanping said.

When Sang Bo heard this, he thought Ji Yanping was okay. If he hadn't known him, Sang Bo would have thought that he had gone abroad and absorbed foreigners' thoughts.

Sang Bai really appreciates this thing about Europeans and Americans. We should practice good things, but we should throw away bad things.

Forty years later, when Dongyu Province celebrates the Spring Festival every year and gives children New Year's money, it's a comparison. If you give one thousand this year, then I will give two thousand next year.

Sang Bai once saw his colleagues collect seven or eight thousand yuan a month, and give a child two thousand yuan during the New Year? How many children in his relatives have paid a few months of salary.

Finally, the New Year was like a disaster, and the family was frowning, and suddenly the feeling of sadness in the old society came back.

"I think Yanping's words are good. You can buy some suitable things for your children," said Lu Qingyao.

After a while, everyone agreed, so the rule was established.

It was also from this time that Liushu Village was truly influenced by Sangbai.
Chapter completed!