Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

At 11:30 in the morning on July 23, Wangcun.

At this time, the village was very lively. Although there was no Chinese New Year, every household was wearing new clothes. In an open space in the center of the village, there were more than a dozen banquet tables.

Although there is not much meat in these dishes, they are definitely a sumptuous lunch that ordinary people cannot have during the Chinese New Year.

The village chief stood in the crowd wearing red clothes. Today was his happy day. Although he is fifty-seven years old this year, the person who walked in today is already Wang Taizhong’s fifth wife.

Ever since his son returned from studying abroad in his childhood and became a captain of the military police in the county, he has led the villagers to expand to the surrounding areas in a pretentious manner.

Wang Taizhong will also give some money to those who cooperate. If there is anyone who doesn't give face, he will directly bring people to the house to rape the girls, because this incident has forced many ordinary people to have their families destroyed.

Although he has not seen his son for more than a year, Wang Taizhong doesn't care, as long as his son is still alive.

Amidst the compliments, the wedding was about to officially begin. But at this moment, a group of young people wearing military uniforms suddenly arrived at the entrance of the village. The leading man looked very aura, and behind him were several Japanese soldiers holding gifts.

Although they looked like they were here to give gifts, because these people were armed, no one sitting there dared to come forward and talk to them.

Seeing this situation, Wang Taizhong guessed in his heart that it was his son who sent the person. The other party must have known that today was his happy day.

So dressed in red, he walked towards these little days and stopped three meters away.

"Taijun! You can come to my wedding, our Wangcun will be really prosperous."

Looking at the old man who nodded and bowed in front of him, Wang Lu stood there awkwardly, but he had no intention of helping him.

"Dad, it's me. Why can't you even recognize me?"

Ordinary people would definitely want to crawl into a crack in the ground when encountering this kind of situation.

But the shameless Wang Taizhong didn't show any unnaturalness. He stepped forward and hammered his son's chest, and said with a happy look:

"Oh! It's really my son! Damn it, I almost lost my sight. I thought it was really a small day."

"Come on, come on, sit down quickly!"

The voice of these words was very loud, as if the village tyrant wanted everyone to know that his son was back.

But Wang Lu felt a little unnatural. He was pulled to the center table by his father in disgust. There was also a circle of flattering relatives surrounding her, as if they were about to kneel down and lick her in the next second.

When the elder of the only family at the table saw Wang Lu, his eyes were almost covered with smiles. He took the other person's hand and said:

"You are really promising. When I was little, I felt that you were different from your peers, haha."

This atmosphere made Wang Lu, who came back from the county town, very uncomfortable. He really didn't want to come to such an occasion, and he didn't want to have anything to do with these mud-legged relatives.

When he originally learned that his father was going to have another concubine, he just wanted to send someone to give her a gift, but who knew that his immediate boss would be very unhappy when he found out about it.

Although filial piety was not emphasized in childhood, if the people nearby knew that a gendarmerie captain did not respect his father, it would have a negative impact on their enslaving education.

The lieutenant colonel even prepared a gift in a pretentious manner, hoping that his compassion for his subordinates would spread throughout the county.

Faced with the hypocritical greetings from his relatives, Wang Lu smiled forcefully. But his father pretended not to notice and said with a flattering face:

"What's wrong under your nose? Why do you only have this little beard left?"

Although he was a little impatient, today was his father's happy day after all. Thinking of the past when the whole village pooled money for him to go to school, Wang Lu still answered patiently:

"Dad, this is a hygienic beard from my childhood. All the big shots in the county have it, so they are very particular about it."

Hearing this, Wang Taizhong said a few words happily, and then he pinched the other person's chin and touched it.

"It's better to be careful. Both sides are clean, so they are more hygienic than us. I'll get one done in a few days."

After staying in Xiaoli for several years and serving as a military police captain in the county for a while, Wang Lu found it difficult to integrate into the life of the village. In order to avoid any further contact, he took the gift from the soldier on the side.

"Dad, this is a gift prepared for you by our lieutenant colonel. I wish you a happy wedding."

Seeing his father's happy look, Wang Lu took out a few more glass bottles.

"These bottles of sake are from my childhood. They are much better than our Fenjiu. Today is your special day, so I brought them back to you specially."

Wang Taizhong showed an ecstatic expression after receiving so many gifts he had never seen before. He took his son's hand and said:

"It's great to buy Japanese products. Look at this bottle. It's incomparable to the stuff from our ancestors."

"Come here! Let the cook cook some more good dishes! Don't forget the Qingxu enema. The young master liked this the most when he was a child."

The dish that he had been looking forward to so much in the past now made Wang Lu feel very disgusted, and he hurriedly grabbed his father.

"Forget it, I won't eat as soon as I have something else to do. I will finish explaining what Lieutenant Colonel Muramoto ordered and leave soon."

Wang Taizhong, who was pretending to be powerful, decided to let it go as soon as it was good, but before leaving, he still asked something that he was very concerned about.

"Son, can you still be promoted in the future? Everyone in our village is still waiting for you to honor our ancestors."

When mentioning this matter, Wang Lu finally smiled. It seems that his future is bright and he is about to reach the peak of his life.

"Of course, I will go to work under Mr. Nan J Wang soon. After a few years of training, I estimate that several nearby counties will be under my control."

"Actually, I have been a child since I was a child. I have become their nationality. Intellectuals like me are very popular everywhere."

"From now on, if any village is disobedient, just tell me. I will immediately send someone to deal with those unruly people."

This sentence was a reassurance for Wang Taizhong. The old immortal stood up and shouted to the people around him:

"Have you heard this, folks? Our Wang family has been supporting us for a long time, and you have me, Old Wang, to support you! Everyone, be bold in whatever you do in the future, and come to me if you need anything!"

Taking advantage of this atmosphere, Wang Lu also stood up and said:

"Everyone, Shanxi is a small country now. If anyone harbors anti-Japanese elements! Don't blame me, Wang Lu, for being vicious and cruel!"

"In three days, Lieutenant Colonel Muramoto will bring people to our village. They have guns! They have cannons! Anyone who doesn't have eyes will die!"

Seeing that the atmosphere at the scene was a bit tense, Wang Taizhong, as the groom's official, hurriedly made a promise to his son.

"Don't worry! We are all good citizens who support Xiaoli! If anyone goes against Xiaoli! I will be the first one not to agree!"

On the edge of the table, there were two people devouring their food. They seemed a little different from the people around them.

Looking at these two loving father and filial son, Huang Yourong couldn't help but complain: "These people are really worthless, they all jumped out of the cracks in the rocks."

"Now that I know what it means to sell one's ancestors for glory, why don't I become a Xiaozhi nationality? Why don't they also move their ancestral graves?"