The Lucky Farmgirl
Chapter 468 - 457 Mourning (V)

Chapter 468: Chapter 457 Mourning (V)

Old Zhou rubbed his chest, feeling the pain subside. He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it..."

The village head breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Silang puffed out his cheeks, grabbed Uncle Lai’s son, and went aside to talk. In no time, Zhou Silang quietly slipped away to find Zhou Daliang and Zhou Dahong.

These two were his good buddies, or as they say, fair-weather friends. Today, they were responsible for serving food at the tables.

Essentially, the quality and quantity of the dishes on a table depended half on them, and the other half on the kitchen.

And Zhou Silang was even more familiar with the folks in the kitchen, as his wife was among them.

It wasn’t long before Zhou Silang returned, took his seat again, and after perfunctorily bowing twice to the members of the Zhang family, responded with a slight bow as a token of politeness.

Zhou Silang secretly curled his lip and scoffed inwardly.

Six tables were set up in the courtyard, mostly for those close to the Zhou Family.

Because it was Zhou Yin’s funeral, relations had to be calculated from her side— the Zhang family being first, given that they were her maternal family. Even if her uncles were gone, her cousins were still around.

Old Zhou expected about four people from the Zhang family, considering the distance, followed by those with closer blood ties within their own clan, and then the three uncles from the Qian Family.

Though Zhou Yin had no blood relation to the Qian family, she was raised by Ms. Qian. As a child, she even mistook her for her own mother, once getting beaten by Zhou Dalang for not being allowed to call her own mother ’mom’.

In fact, she could even make Zhou Dalang cry despite being younger than him.

She often visited the Qian family with Ms. Qian when she was young, so the Qian Family had the standing to sit there.

But as soon as the Zhang family arrived, they occupied three tables, prompting the Qian Family to leave the courtyard and find seats outside.

Some within the clans originally seated in the main courtyard also followed suit and left.

Old Zhou had no control over his relatives; after all, his brother’s remains lay in the hall, and he didn’t want to make an unsightly fuss at this time.

But that didn’t mean Zhou Silang was without options. As expected, no sooner had the Zhang family finished paying their respects and sat down at the tables, when a bunch of youths herded the fourth table’s occupants out, "Isn’t that uncle over there? Why are you sitting here? It’s cooler under the trees outside. Come on, let’s swap spots..."

"Auntie, your grandson was looking for you just now. You were here all along! Come, come, let me take you to your grandson..."

They ushered everyone from the fourth table outside, then dashed back in, squeezing into the seats. There were quite a few of them—seven or eight young men almost taking over the entire table.

The Zhang family members protested, "This table is full already, there’s no more room."

"There’s nothing we can do. The table next to it is full too. This one just had fewer people. Why don’t you wait and eat at the last table?"

"You eat at the last table! Who are you to talk to us like that, don’t you see we are older?"

"Ah, but I’m still young. Don’t you know to give way to us younger ones? You’re all up there in age and still fighting with us kids. Is that proper?"

The Zhang family members were infuriated and asked, "Who do you belong to? Is this main courtyard for you to sit in?"

"How can you say I shouldn’t sit here? My surname is Zhou, and that’s my uncle lying in the coffin! You tell me if I can sit here or not. And I still don’t even know who you people are."

"That’s our nephew lying up there, his mother is one of us Zhangs. Now you tell us who we are?"

"I’ve never heard of this, I’ve been in Qili Village all my life and never seen you before."

As they spoke, Zhou Daliang and others came up with dishes and steamed buns. The Zhang family practically had stars in their eyes at the sight of the buns. Before the basket even touched the table, they reached out and started grabbing...

Zhou Daliang nearly lost his grip.

He could only exclaim "Hey, hey, hey" as the first basket of buns was cleared out by the Zhangs—stuffing one in their mouth, clutching two in hand, and desperately trying to hide another inside their clothes while stuffing it in their mouth.

Not only was Zhou Daliang stunned, but so were the prepared young men at the table.

Zhou Silang, watching from the main room, shot his friends a disappointed glance, and Zhou Sanlang muttered, "What are you doing, asking them to help?"

"Who else could I have asked?"

"Ask Dalv and his gang!" Zhou Sanlang gave him a sidelong glance. "They may grab food, but they don’t eat. When it comes to eating, Dalv’s the best, or I could have gone myself."

Zhou Silang: "...It’s too late now. We can’t change people halfway through."

Zhou Sanlang was also regretful, "You should have told me sooner. Otherwise, you could have told Big Brother or Second Brother."

Zhou Silang: "...I was afraid you would scold me."

"Why would we scold you? You’re one of us. Aren’t we full and have nothing better to do?"

Zhou Silang felt there was something off about Third Brother today.

While they whispered to each other, the dinner tables below were in turmoil.

The young men were spurred by the Zhang family members, determined to grab their share of buns and dishes regardless if they could eat as fast as them.

Zhou Daliang gave his friends a hard look, and once they signaled readiness, he carried another basket over. This time he loudly announced, "Each table has a fixed portion of food. Don’t snatch, everyone will get their share..."

He intentionally walked to the side of the young men, placing the basket on the table. The Zhang family then stood up, reaching out to grab.

Now that was too much. The youths, having got none from the first basket, rallied and snatched the basket from Zhou Daliang’s grasp. They scrambled for buns, handing them to each other. Anything to prevent the Zhang family from getting the upper hand.

The Zhang family managed to grab a few buns, visibly annoyed, and shot the young men resentful glances as they started eating the buns in hand.

Moreover, the Zhang family didn’t just compete with the other guests for food, they even competed with their own. The other three tables engaged in fiercer battles than the fourth table.

The young men occasionally glanced over, feeling a chill at the sight.

The Zhangs stuffed buns and food into their mouths like their lives depended on it, sometimes even hiding food in their clothes. Old Zhou deliberately turned his head away.

Once upon a time, the Zhang family had been better off than theirs, but now the hard times had been passed onto their cousins, and the Zhang’s days grew harder.

Nevertheless, Old Zhou did not believe their circumstances warranted such disgraceful behavior. It was simply... too shameful.

Old Zhou looked towards the coffin in the hall and kept silent.

The people of Qili Village also found the Zhangs’ actions disgraceful, preferring to eat outside rather than in the main courtyard.

Even the poorest in Qili Village, Laizi’s family, who mixed bran with their food to get full, ate quickly but didn’t scramble for it, finding time to chat leisurely after their meal.

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