The new book of the burning prairie star

Yang Zian said, "Yes, judging from the appearance, the girls in the county town are indeed much prettier, and the clothes they wear are also prettier."

Seeing him immersed in his emotion, Yang Biao knew that this man had gone insane. There were also ugly people in the county, but Yang Zian selectively ignored them. It was good this way, so that Wang Shi would have more things to do, so that she would not have the energy to make trouble. Suddenly I found that I was still black sesame filling, how could I be so bad? Even if Yang Zian had high standards, it would not be good for him to be single all his life, but of course it would not be bad either. Hahaha!

Yang Biao returned home in a good mood, "Brother Biao, has your third aunt and her family been settled in the town?" asked Xiao Zhang.

"Yes, everything is ready. Uncle San said he would return the money to me when he makes money." Yang Biao's raised mouth corners could not be lowered.

"What's wrong? Is there some good news that mother doesn't know about?" Little Zhang noticed that something was wrong with her eldest son.

"Nothing, my son is in a good mood today," Yang Biao took the water handed to him by Qin Xiaoran, drank it in one breath, and put the bowl on the stone slab again.

"Why is it that the village head is personally ringing the gong for the meeting today?" Little Zhang was a little surprised, because in the past it was Yang Jinmen who did this.

"It means that the village chief uncle is concerned about the wine-making in the village," Yang Biao disagreed, and turned to Qin Xiaoran and said, "Go to the house and get me some clean clothes so that I can go to the ancestral hall for the meeting."

"You wipe it first, I'll go get it." Qin Xiaoran handed him the basin, then went into the house to help Yang Biao get clothes.

Yang Biao put the towel into the basin, wrung out the water a little, then wiped his face and hands. He put the dirty towel back into the basin, rubbed it back and forth, and then wrung it out. Xiao Zhang took the towel from his hand and spread it out to dry on a bamboo pole beside him.

When they arrived at the ancestral hall, they found that there were a lot more people attending the meeting today than last time. "Brother Biao, come here." The headman had been paying attention to the movements at the door. When he saw Yang Biao appear, he immediately greeted him.

"Now that everyone is almost here, we won't wait for those who haven't come yet, let's get started." The village head waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet. "I'm sure you all know what we're calling you all here for today. That's right, it's about our village's winemaking."

"My wife and several daughters-in-law are currently learning to make wine from the stone-carrying wife. Let's put the craft aside for now," the village head first introduced his family's winemaking experience, "our focus today is to discuss how to sell the wine after it is made. If you have any good ideas, please share them."

"Shuiqian, what do you say?" Yang Bowen was a little anxious when he saw Yang Shuiqian didn't say anything. He had wanted to join forces with his cousins ​​to sell wine, but his great grandfather refused to agree.

"Well, these two days, I not only went to the town, but also went to the county town to take a look. I found that there is potential in the wine business." Yang Shuiqian did not hide the fact that he had investigated the market in the past few days.

"Need I tell you? Everyone knows that the wine business is easy to make and can be sold all year round." Yang Litian sneered.

"What do you mean by that?" Yang Shuiqian was a little angry. He had gone around to look at the market at his own expense and didn't want everyone's money to go to waste. It would have been fine if people didn't thank him, but in the end he was ridiculed. Who could tolerate this?

"Litian, please say less," Yang Zhaosheng knew that his cousin was unwilling to give in, so it would be strange if his words were nice.

"We need to select people who can read and have quick brains. Of course, they also need to be young and in good health. Otherwise, it will be troublesome if they fall ill while selling alcohol in other places." The head of the village wanted to speed up the process. "Biao Ge'er records, nominations will start now."

"I choose shallow water."

“I choose Bowen.”

"Choose Litian." Yang Zhaosheng raised his hand. Yang Litian smiled and looked at him. They must be brothers from the same ancestor.

"I choose Yang Zian." Yang Ping'an saw that Yang Zhaosheng could choose his family, so why couldn't he.

Everyone, "..."

Next, it became a matter of family members electing their own family members. "Everyone, be quiet and listen to me," the head of the village saw that the situation was getting out of control, and he quickly stepped in to maintain order. "Put the people who were just nominated on the list, and we'll start voting."

"Raise your hands if you support Yang Shuiqian!" Half of the people in the ancestral hall raised their hands.

The village head asked his second son to count the people who raised their hands, "Yang Shuiqian has 93 votes."

"Raise your hands if you support Yang Bowen!" Fewer people raised their hands this time. "Yang Bowen has 76 votes."

"Raise your hands if you support Yang Litian!" The village head looked at the number of people, "Yang Litian has 82 votes."

"Raise your hands if you support Yang Zian!" Yang Dashan, his grandfather and his grandson raised their hands high. "Yang Zian has 23 votes." As soon as the words fell, Yang Dashan's face suddenly darkened.

“Support…!” People continued to raise their hands to vote.

"According to the results of everyone's vote," the village head read out the list, "Yang Shuiqian got the most votes and will be the leader of the promotion team. Yang Litian came in second and will be the deputy leader. I hope you two can lead everyone to keep the orders for our village's sorghum wine flowing and sell it to more and more distant places."

"Everyone applaud!" Yang Biao took the lead in applauding. The others were stunned for a moment, and then followed him to applaud.

"What? Only twenty-three people raised their hands in support of our Zi'an?" Wang thought this was impossible. How could it be possible? Her son was handsome and many people came to propose marriage to him. How could he have so few votes?

"That's not right. Yang Bowen, Yang Litian, and Yang Shuiqian are either the children of the village head's brothers or their nephews. They are too closely related. This vote is a fraud." Wang's eyes suddenly lit up. "We cannot accept this result. We demand a new election. This time it is not fair."

"Why can't I recognize him? Even if you choose again a hundred times, the village head's grandson will be the team leader." Yang Lidi was depressed.

"Why?" Wang didn't understand, and she couldn't ask for an explanation.

"There are many people in the village who share the same ancestry as the village head. The village head alone has six sons, and he has five brothers. Among the five brothers, the youngest one has four sons."

Yang Zian yelled at Wang, "How can I compare with them? Ah!"

"Why don't you have more sons?" Yang Dashan did not scold his eldest grandson for being rude, but instead blamed his eldest son for being useless.

"No matter what, at least my brother has joined the village promotion team," Yang Pingan felt that this result was acceptable. Some people only got three or four votes, so our family is already doing well.

"With the number of votes you got today, you can only help out in the group." Yang Zian glared at his younger brother, who shrank his neck.

"You know what? This means I'm the one who does the most work and gets the least money in the group."

"Alright, it's already like this," Yang Lidi became angry. "If you think there are not enough people in your family, then you should get married soon and give me a dozen more children." He couldn't scold his own father, but he could at least scold his own son.

Yang Biao couldn't sleep again tonight. He sat in the yard looking at the stars in the sky, missing the days when he and his children played and fought together.

He sighed deeply. Although this person only lived for a few short decades, he was aware of his life and existence every moment, even in his dreams.