Collect supplies, seize aircraft carriers, and travel to the seventh and fifth

An hour later, an auntie arrived. It was the captain's daughter-in-law, Ma Guihua. She brought pork and mutton, and said to Mo'er with a happy face: "Mo'er, quickly take your grandmother and your sister-in-law to the big locust tree. The pork offal and mutton are already in the pot and should be cooked soon!"

Mo'er nodded and said, Okay, Aunt Ma, we'll go right away!

Mo'er thought that there were still several tons of vermicelli in the space, so he took out more than 20 kilograms, cut them into pieces with scissors, put them in a bag, called his grandmother and Li Jun Xiaohu, and went to the big locust tree with the vermicelli on his back.

There were huge crowds of people under the big locust tree. All the men, women, young and old in the village were there, all holding big bowls waiting to eat meat.

Zhao Yunting and six elderly people were also there, waiting. There was no one from the village around, so Mo'er took the three of them to chat with them.

There is a large pile of wood in the middle of the square. It seems that they are preparing to light a bonfire.

When Moer saw that the pork was almost cooked, he sprinkled the vermicelli evenly on it and then stirred it underneath.

Many people have never eaten vermicelli and asked Moer what it is. Moer said it is delicious! You will know in a moment!

Half an hour later, we could finally start eating. The elderly and children lined up in the front, followed by young girls and wives, and finally the young and middle-aged people!

When everyone ate the vermicelli, no one said it was not delicious. The soft and tasty vermicelli conquered everyone's taste. The team leader also came to Mo'er with a bowl and said, "Mo'er, this is good stuff. Where did you get it?"

Mo'er replied: Captain, how about this? Is it delicious?

The captain said: "Well, it's delicious, so delicious. Where did you buy it? Can you buy some for me?" Mo'er said: "Captain, I can't buy it, but I know how to make it. Do you want to improve the quality of life of the villagers so that everyone can have enough food and warm clothes?"

The captain's eyes lit up immediately, and he stopped eating meat. He stared at Mo'er and said, "Mo'er, can you make this? Are you willing to teach the villagers how to make it?"

Moer nodded and said, "Of course I am willing. I was born and grew up in this village. Many uncles and aunts in the village have helped the three of us sisters. Of course I want the people in the village to live a better life!"

The team leader said excitedly: Mo'er, thank you so much. I thank you on behalf of all the villagers. How do you make this vermicelli?

Mo'er said: "No need to thank me. Tomorrow, please bring a few hundred kilograms of sweet potatoes, and prepare two large pots and a few large basins. I will find a carpenter to make some tools!" The captain nodded and agreed. "Okay, Mo'er, I will definitely prepare everything for you tomorrow!"

Moer said, let's try it out tomorrow and discuss the follow-up matters after it's done. Let's eat meat first!

After everyone finished eating, the team leader lit a bonfire. Everyone gathered around it, singing and dancing. Those who could sing took turns singing, those who could danced, and there was also a group activity: the yangko dance. Dozens of people joined together, some holding handkerchiefs, some holding fans, and some walking on stilts. Some educated youth sang, some danced, and one wearing glasses performed a storytelling piece.

The captain asked Zhao Yunting to perform a routine, and he did. His movements were powerful, as still as a virgin and as agile as a rabbit, and his punches flowed like flowing water. The crosstalk was a blast! Especially the little girls in the village who liked Zhao Yunting, their hands were almost swollen from clapping! The captain then asked Mo'er to perform a routine as well. Mo'er walked to the center of the venue and said, "I'll sing a song for everyone. The song is called Singing the Motherland. Thank you everyone."

The five-star red flag flutters in the wind,

How loud the victory song is.

Singing our dear motherland,

From now on, we will be prosperous and strong...

The song is clear and loud, with a graceful and subtle charm, just like the song of an oriole. The lingering sound lingers in my ears for three days!

The villagers didn't make a sound and just listened quietly!

When the song ended, the villagers burst into applause, shouting, "Good! Good!" Moer bowed and walked away. The singing and dancing continued, as did the drums and drums.

Mo'er returned home with one old man and two children. She had to prepare what she would need for tomorrow!