It's hard for my elder sister. I rely on the mountains to farm and pay off my debts.

After the beam raising was completed, Mrs. Wu invited the villagers to sit next door.

At this time, three round tables had been set up in the courtyard, and there was another table in the main hall.

Song Youshan invited his father-in-law and his family, the head of the Song clan, and Doctor Zheng to sit at the main table in the main hall.

Mrs. Wu invited the neighbors to sit down in the yard.

Farmers have their own rules when they go to a banquet. Usually, only one adult in the family brings one child, and the whole family does not come together to attend the banquet.

Therefore, when Wu arranged for the villagers to sit down, the four tables were not full, and there were still a few empty seats at the last table.

Mrs. Wu asked her granddaughter to take the younger ones to sit there.

Song Zhi said, "It will be the same for us to eat later. Let the aunt who helped us take a seat first, and we will help serve the dishes later."

Wu thought so too. There was no point in letting people eat leftovers, so she hurriedly made arrangements.

After Song Zhi arranged for Wang and Zheng Hui to sit down, she led her younger brothers and sisters to the kitchen.

She took out the apricot jam she had made yesterday and used the boiled water she had prepared early in the morning to make a bowl of apricot water for each table.

Several children, led by Song An, happily carried a tray and served a bowl of bright yellow apricot juice to each table.

The water tastes sour and sweet, and not only is it very refreshing, but the villagers also feel their stomachs rumbling when they smell the fragrance wafting from the courtyard.

Here, Mrs. Wu instructed Song Zhi to bring the cold cucumbers and cold bean sprouts to the table.

At the same time, he swiftly opened the steamer, put the roast chicken with edamame, braised meat with beans, and fried meatballs that he had prepared in the morning onto the tray, and told Song Ping to bring the dishes to the table.

Yang, who was standing by, was also busy. She took a few large bowls and served the milky white pork bone and lung soup stewed on the small clay stove to the table.

Plate after plate of delicious meat dishes were served on the table. The adults could still hold back their appetite, but the children were drooling at the aroma and clamoring for food.

Seeing this, Yang brought the dishes and hurriedly asked the villagers to start eating. There were a few more stir-fried dishes waiting for them to eat.

In the main hall, Song Youshan was busy pouring wine for everyone. Seeing that his son-in-law was having trouble working with one hand, Old Man Yang took the initiative to take the wine jar from his son-in-law and help pour wine for everyone.

Mrs. Wu started cooking in the kitchen. Due to the constant influence of her granddaughter during this period of time, Mrs. Wu began to use more oil and seasonings when cooking.

The people having the feast outside in the yard could only hear the sizzling sounds coming from the kitchen. Soon, minced meat and eggplant, scrambled eggs with leeks, stir-fried pork liver with green onions, and stir-fried pork intestines with sauerkraut were served.

This dish was cooked with a lot of oil and seasonings, and it tasted much more delicious than the dishes they used to cook at home with just some salt.

No matter adults or children, everyone was eating with their mouths full of oil and was very satisfied.

Finally, the dishes were meat buns and steamed dumplings with thin skin and big meat.

Mrs. Wu brought out steamers from the stove in the straw shed and served buns and steamed dumplings to each table.

The villagers were already very full at this time, and they were reluctant to eat the big buns when they saw them.

The villagers would put the buns and dumplings in their bowls and leave them uneaten, and then take them back to give to the children who were unable to attend to have a taste when the banquet was over.

Once the staple food was served, Song Zhi had some free time.

She called her younger brothers and sisters and sat beside the straw hut, each of them chewing a meat bun in their hands.

Yesterday, Song Zhi specifically asked Wu to steam some more buns in preparation for anyone who came to help out at home today. After the event was over, she would give each person a few meat buns to take home.

After being busy for a whole morning, the children were really hungry. They took the meat buns and ate them with relish.

Suddenly, Song Huan nudged Song Zhi with his arm, "Sister, look."

Song Zhi looked in the direction of her little sister's finger and saw a few little guys sucking their fingers, looking into the yard with snot bubbles running down their noses.

Song Zhi recognized one of the children as Song Daya's younger brother, Song Xiaobao.

They are all teenagers, and are at the age when they are greedy. Song Zhi is no longer in the period when her pockets are cleaner than her face as before.

She said to her younger sister, "Go and call them over here. I'll give each of them a bun to eat."

Song Huan immediately stood up and went to call someone.

Song Cheng on the side said somewhat unhappily: "Sister, there is Song Xiaohu over there, I don't want to feed him."

Song Zhi then looked over there carefully and saw that Song Xiaohu was indeed squatting there.

Song Cheng disliked Song Xiaohu because his elder sister had been instigated by Hu in the past.

The two children even had a fight because they said bad things about each other. Of course, the two children were of similar age, so when they fought, they just hugged each other and rolled around in the mud.

Therefore, when Song Cheng returned home, he was inevitably beaten by his aunt.

Therefore, when the little guy saw his enemy, he became extremely jealous. How could he possibly give him delicious food?

But Song Xiaohu obviously didn't think so. He followed his friends to the straw hut with drooling eyes without any psychological burden.

What could Song Zhi do? She was the one who called this person here.

Although she also looked down on Mrs. Hu, she couldn't deliberately slander a child in front of everyone.

This may cause great harm to children whose mental state is not yet fully developed.

Song Zhi rubbed the little guy's head soothingly and whispered, "There's a happy event at home today, so let's not argue with him, okay?"

Song Cheng felt that his sister cared about his opinion, and the little guy suddenly felt less awkward.

He said magnanimously in a childish manner, "Well, let's see if he has the nerve to say bad things about us next time after he eats our food."

"If he continues to say bad things behind my back, I'll make him return the meat buns he ate today."

Song Zhi smiled and said, "Okay, sister supports you."

Hearing this, the little guy was happy, and when he saw the little tiger running over, his little chest was so proud.

Song Zhi put a few meat buns in a bowl and asked Song An to share them among the children.

Song Cheng snatched the work from his elder brother's hand and took the initiative to say, "I'll do it, I'll do it."

Song An didn't understand his younger brother's thoughts yet, so he just let him go.

Song Cheng gave one to each child in the village, and he deliberately kept the little tiger for last.

Looking at the little tiger drooling at the meat bun, he opened his big round eyes and said with great momentum: "Last time we fought, you still haven't apologized to me!"

Little Tiger only had the meat buns in his eyes. He had no psychological burden at all. He said anxiously, "Ah Cheng, I was wrong. Let's not fight anymore and play together, okay?"

Song Cheng turned his head away and looked at the snot-bubbling little tiger with disgust, "Who wants to play with you? Here, I'll give it to you." After saying that, he handed over the meat bun in the bowl.

Little Tiger was so happy that he couldn't even remember how long it had been since he last tasted meat. He took the meat bun and took a big bite. The aroma of the flour mixed with the aroma of the meat almost made him dizzy.

He chewed his food and mumbled, "I want to play with you, I want to play with you."

Song Cheng turned away proudly and ignored him.