RPAGF Chapter 541 Isn't he stupid?
Chapter 541 Isn't he stupid?
While Lao Wang and the others were busy erecting utility poles, Jiang Xia was also busy in the kitchen.
"Fifth brother, make some noodles..."
"Alright!" Jiang Dong took advantage of his brother's skill and efficiency, and started kneading the dough according to the ratio of one scoop of white flour to two scoops of cornmeal.
"Fifth brother, wash the vegetables..."
"Alright!" Jiang Dong raised his little face, carrying a bunch of cabbages up from the cellar. Before he could finish...
Catching his breath, he heard his silly older brother shouting again:
"Fifth brother, we're running out of charcoal, go get some from Sizhu's house..."
The instructions came like a barrage of bullets, and Jiang Dong's hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. Then he heard Jiang Xia shouting.
fall!
When I said I was rubbing against him earlier, why didn't he say much? Were you just waiting for me to come here?
Jiang Dong ground his small, white teeth, wanting to give his older brother a bite. But then he saw Jiang Xia was too busy to care about anything else, and thought, "Oh well, my older brother's a bit dim-witted; he probably wouldn't think of such a way to torment me..."
Jiang Dong angrily kicked away the cabbage stalks at his feet:
"Boss! Stop bothering us. With just the two of us skinny guys, we can't feed a hundred or so people. We could burn our house down as firewood!"
"Hey! What are you talking about! I made yesterday's stew! Didn't you say it was good?" Jiang Xia wiped the sweat from his forehead, the cleaver making a crisp sound as it struck the cutting board.
"What are you thinking? Those two pots of stuff of yours would be gone in two minutes if anyone else ate as much as they wanted! If Grandma hadn't led the women to steam some more buns, we'd all be starving by now!"
"Yeah!"
Jiang Xia stopped swinging the cleaver. He had indeed gone to bed early last night and hadn't paid much attention to what happened afterward.
After all, outsiders call him Little Jiang, but in the village, he doesn't have to worry about so much; Grandma takes care of everything!
"Then how?"
“Easy, but…”
Jiang Dong looked at his older brother with a grin, pointed to the machine that was flying overhead with a slight rumble, and said, "I want to drive that thing!"
"Huh?" Jiang Xia squinted at the "flying cat car" streaking across the sky. "The Red Army is quick, isn't they? They're already up there?"
"Sure, no problem. Since we're already here, let all the guys who came to help repair the dam take a spin. I can afford the gas!"
"Tell me quickly, what are you going to do! Otherwise, I'll chop you up and stuff you into buns as filling!"
"Tch, you talk like you know how to make dumplings... Learn how to roll out the dough first!" Jiang Dong pouted. He then started acting cute, pulling the big guy who had just entered.
Big Guy accepted the candy ball that Jiang Dong "bribed" him, and happily declared that he would be Jiang Dong's shadow for the day.
As the big guy happily bit into the candy ball, the sweet syrup exploding on his tongue, Jiang Dong had already skipped over to the two leather-clad men who were trying to dodge him, and grinned slyly: "Lots of candy balls! But you have to be my sidekick for a day!"
The two men in leather jackets exchanged a helpless glance, then clasped their hands in a fist salute with wry smiles: "If our little grandma asks, we'll go through fire and water! We only ask that you put in a good word for us at the gathering in our hideout..."
"Don't worry! I've got it covered!" Jiang Dong thumped his chest loudly, then suddenly tiptoed closer, lowered his voice, and said with bright eyes, "I have a lot of friends in Beijing. I can not only praise you, but also make them stop spreading those rhymes!"
Seeing the two leather-clad men's expressions of relief, Jiang Xia, who was serving them tea, nudged Old Wang curiously: "It's not surprising that people from your hideout all know Jiang Dong, after all, Old Li helped me take care of them for a while. What rhyme could make those two guys look so grateful?"
"The two leather-clad idiots, all fierce-looking, mistook Dongdong for the enemy's child. They reached out to grab him, only to be pinned to the ground and begging for his mother!" Old Wang suppressed a laugh, took the teacup, and, ignoring the pleading looks from the two leather-clad men, slowly recounted the story.
The words had barely left his mouth when the two men in leather jackets blushed crimson to their ears, looking like boiled shrimp. Jiang Xia spat out the tea he had just drunk. "No, is this true? When I passed by the courtyard house, I heard children jumping rope and singing..."
"This place is unbearable!"
The two men in leather jackets picked up Jiang Dong and carried him on their backs, each running faster than the other.
"Did something happen that I don't know about?"
Jiang Xia scratched his head, looking curious.
Old Wang ignored him; the main problem was simply impossible to discuss. He went inside and pointed to the eight-immortal table in the main room: "Is it alright to put the phone here?"
Jiang Xia thought the location was good. Anyway, given her grandmother's style, she would never hide such a convenient thing from her. So she nodded in agreement.
"By the way, what's the point of installing a telephone for Grandma's place? I won't be staying at the old house for more than a few days. Although Grandma will generously let the villagers use it, isn't it a bit of a waste?"
Old Wang gave Jiang Xia a disdainful look: "Heh, what do you mean by 'pretending for you'?"
"what?"
Faced with Jiang Xia's persistent questioning, Old Wang continued to scornfully retort: "You don't even know your grandmother's true identity? You're such a failure as the eldest grandson!"
Hmm? Should we change it? Old Wang suddenly remembered the teasing about "Big Guy" and a thought popped into his head.
While he was thinking, Lao Wang was quick on his feet and installed the phone in a few twists and turns.
Jiang Xia looked it over for a while, and hey, it's finally not so stingy anymore, it actually has a dial pad. Just as Lao Wang was about to test the line, the phone rang before he could.
"Hello? Dad! Happy New Year!"
No one knows what Minister Wang said on the other end of the phone, but the old man Wang shoved the receiver into Xiao Dai Mao's hands with a resentful look, leaving behind the words, "Don't move here, I'm going to check on Jiang Dong," before rushing out the door.
Hey! You're addicted to getting cheap deals, aren't you!
Jiang Xia casually tossed a pack of cigarettes at him: "Your father's right across the street. It's not bad to add a meat dish for you during the New Year! Don't be picky, just have the bamboo stir-fry!"
"Uncle Wang, did you hear that? Wang Kui has really gotten cocky lately..."
……
Leaving aside Jiang Xia, who was secretly plotting to complain to Old Wang's father, Old Wang saw Jiang Dong leading three people through the small village as soon as he went out.
Each person was also carrying a stove.
"Xiaodong? Didn't you say you were going to cook? Why are you collecting stoves from other people's houses?"
"This is cooking! Uncle Wang, who can't find a wife, come and help! My hands are too full to hold it all!"
"Next time you call me, could you please omit that adjective?"
"Hey hey hey..."
Looking at the energetic Jiang Dong, Old Wang could only sigh helplessly.
To them, this blond-haired girl was a level above the little ahoge (cowlick), after all, the ahoge couldn't snuggle up to their "boss" and act cute...
They helped Jiang Dong and the others move a bunch of stoves to the open space in front of the old well.
"What exactly are you trying to do? Are you going to invite Grandma and the others to eat charcoal?"
"Uncle Wang, you've been spending too much time with my silly brother, hasn't your brain gotten any sharper? Don't tell me you've never eaten at Shunlaidong!"
Upon hearing Jiang Dong mention this name, Old Wang finally understood what this girl was up to.
"You're putting your knowledge to good use! But like your brother, you like to give people random names, like 'Donglaishun'!"
Jiang Dong waved his hand dismissively: "We're all serving the people, what we call it doesn't matter! By the way, do you still have that seasoning packet?"
Old Wang clicked his tongue again: "Hey, I didn't think of that before, but now that I think about it, that super salty stuff is actually perfect for making hot pot broth!"
"He's not stupid!" Looking at Jiang Dong's radiant appearance, Old Wang began to doubt Jiang Xia's words for the first time.
"Could it be... that if you survive falling into an ice hole, you'll become exceptionally intelligent?"
Looking at the two leather-clad men who had recently become Jiang Dong's "shadows," Old Wang suddenly had an idea...