"Uncle, the reason why you don't want to leave here is for the orphans in the village?"

A hint of pity flashed in Lao Daitou's eyes, and he quickly glared at him and scolded, "What does it have to do with you? Now that you've finished drinking water, let's go! ”

Yang Huairen knew that his guess was good, so he was happy, no longer talking nonsense with Lao Daitou, but he had no intention of leaving, he looked at the group of bare-ass children who came not far away, and ordered his own soldiers to prepare things.

After a short time, the accompanying guards brought some stones, the larger ones for the table, the smaller ones for the stools, and then ordered the guards to take out the food baskets they had brought over.

Yang Huairen motioned for everyone to sit down, and then took out some snacks and side dishes from the food basket and put them on the stone table.

Lao Dai looked stupid, pointed at Yang Huairen and asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

Yang Huairen smiled and saluted before replying, "Don't do anything, it's time for dinner, and when you're hungry, you can eat." ”

Lao Dai asked again, "If you want to eat somewhere else, why do you want to eat in front of my house?" ”

Yang Huairen still accompanied the smiling face, "Eat where you are hungry, uncle, you also said it, in front of your house, that is, outside the door, and not in the courtyard of your house, are you in charge of being more lenient?" ”

Lao Daitou was choked, and glared at Yang Huairen angrily, but when he thought about people setting up stone tables and chairs outside the fence wall to eat and drink, it seemed that he really had no reason to care.

Lao Dai sat at the small square table in the courtyard, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Old woman, are you going to eat?" ”

The woman in the room laughed and scolded, "I don't usually eat so early, which tendon is wrong today?" ”

Old Dai said irritably, "What do you care? Let's eat! ”

After a while, the old woman came out with a dustpan containing some steamed rice balls and white radishes washed and cut into strips, as well as a small bowl of salted fish, a small bowl of sauce of unknown origin, and a wine gourd with a polished surface.

The old woman put these things on the small square table in front of Lao Daitou, and Lao Daitou glanced at Yang Huairen and the others outside the fence with disdain, and began to eat and drink.

At first, he didn't touch the brown rice dumplings, but picked up the wine gourd, took a sip of it lightly, and said "ah" very enjoyably, and then picked a radish strip, dipped it in sauce and stuffed it into his mouth with small salted fish, which was regarded as an appetizer.

The children in the distance saw Yang Huairen take out the food basket and put out all kinds of dim sum dishes, many of which were delicious foods they had never seen before, so some children had already screamed.

When they smelled the aroma of the food, the children began to drool, and the timid children were still watching from a distance, and a few bold ones had already tried to move forward, as if they wanted to see what good things these officials were eating.

Yang Huairen remained silent, and when he saw that there were more children coming over, he smiled and waved his hand at a leading child and signaled him to come over.

Seeing this, the boy looked back at the other friends, and then tentatively walked a few steps forward, Yang Huairen picked up a plate of mung bean cake, and continued to wave to him, and the child came closer.

Yang Huairen asked kindly, "Do you want to eat?" ”

The boy's eyes suddenly lit up, and he nodded subconsciously, but he looked at the old man in the fence again, and shook his head with a bitter face, but the saliva couldn't hide it flowing down his chin.

The fence of Lao Daitou's house is only half a person high, and it is loosely tied, which is more of a symbolic meaning, but in fact, it does not play the real role of the fence wall.

Yang Huairen thought to himself that maybe Lao Daitou was the head of the village now, and the children respected him, so what they did depended on his face.

However, Yang Huairen still stuffed the plate of mung bean cake into the child's hand, "Eat it, it's okay." ”

The boy looked at Lao Daitou again, and saw that he was just eating by himself, and did not say that he was right, so he happily ran back to the child's pile.

He didn't eat alone, but gave the stack of mung bean cakes to the other children, the younger ones more and the older ones less, but no matter how he divided them, the other children had no opinion.

When the children ate the mung bean cake, their faces immediately showed joy because of the sweet taste, they had no clothes on their bodies, and their faces were dirty, but their innocent smiles were still innocent and moving.

In fact, there are not many pieces of mung bean cake in a stack, and the children almost have a piece of mung bean cake divided into two or three petals, so that no one can taste some.

After the children finished eating, they were still smashing their mouths, and they wanted to reminisce about that little aftertaste, and Yang Huairen felt very uncomfortable when he saw it.

He beckoned again, and the older boy also came over obediently and brought back the small plate of pastries.

Yang Huairen took the empty plate and stuffed a few other plates of dim sum into his hand. This time he gave a lot, and the eldest child couldn't take it, so Yang Huairen got up and helped him deliver a few plates of snacks to the children.

The children were originally very afraid of life, but now they have a good impression of Yang Huairen, and they are not so afraid of him, Yang Huairen turned back and fetched some water for them, and told them not to choke.

When he came back, he looked at Lao Daitou, although Lao Daitou didn't say anything, he might have seen that his face was not very good.

When Yang Huairen came back and sat down, Lao Daitou suddenly said, "You don't have water, why do you have to ask the old man for it?"

What a sickness! It's okay to coax a few children with your little trick, but it won't work for the old man, hum! ”

Yang Huairen ignored him, smiled and took out a jar of Sui Yuan Chunlai, smashed the mud seal, pulled out the cork wrapped in silk cloth, and immediately a thick and mellow aroma of wine overflowed.

He poured out a bowl of wine, pretended to put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, then took a small sip, and then made a look of enjoyment, "The Suiyuan spring wine in Suiyuan in Tokyo is really a rare wine in the world!" ”

Old Dai Tou smelled the smell wafting from the wine jar when it was opened, and just by smelling it, he knew that this jar of wine was not simple.

But maybe for the sake of his own face, he still pretended to be nothing, continued to drink the light wine in his wine gourd, and ate his radish strips and small salted fish.

But when Yang Huairen said the three words Sui Yuanchun, Lao Daitou was obviously a little unsettled, his lips were a little trembling, and his nose was subconsciously twitching, as if he was sniffing the wine.

Yang Huairen saw all this, and said in his heart, "Are you an old man who wears a head and fights with me?"

People in this world always have things that you can't resist, you can not ask for food, but you can't resist the temptation of wine.