Reborn 73 years later, he takes his mother-in-law hunting in the mountains.

Chapter 211 Drinking with Ding Dahu

Ding Mei's hand was still on Lu Yao's inner thigh.

Wearing cotton pants, the pinch didn't hurt, and Lu Yao didn't dodge.

Just then, Ding Dahu saw it, and Ding Mei was so frightened that she quickly withdrew her hand.

I thought Dad would get angry again.

He got angry last time because I was lying in bed with Lu Yao and he was making a fuss.

But this time Ding Dahu didn't get angry. He asked Lu Yao:

"Where's my five-shot streak? Is it still at your house?"

Lu Yao nodded: "Okay, I'll bring it to you later. By the way, Uncle Da Hu, you like playing with guns, you can take this gun out and practice. Don't leave me any bullets, just be careful not to shoot anyone!"

"Who would play with this piece of junk!"

As Ding Dahu spoke, he still picked up the Mauser pistol.

No man can resist the allure of a gun.

When we were kids, if someone had a toy gun, it would attract a crowd.

Ding Dahu's idols are Li Xiangyang, the double-gun character in "Guerrilla on the Plain," and the double-gun old lady in "Red Crag."

These two heroes are using Mauser pistols.

When Ge Sanwang brought this gun, he came to Ding Dahu's house for drinks several times.

Only once, when he was drunk, did he let Ding Dahu hold it and play with it for a while.

Otherwise, they won't even let you touch them.

This rule is forbidden by that rule.

At this moment, Ding Dahu really wanted to take it out and fire a few shots to satisfy his craving.

With this, I won't be afraid of tigers anymore.

But I held back.

I feel a little embarrassed.

It's as if I'm ignorant.

After fiddling with it for a few moments, I put it down.

"Xiao Meizi, sweep the kang (heated brick bed) clean, then we'll put it on the table for dinner later."

After saying that, he went out to cook with Xie Chunfang.

Xie Chunfang was somewhat flattered.

In all these years, when has Ding Dahu ever done housework with her?

Ding Mei glanced at Lu Yao and couldn't help but sigh:

"You're amazing, kid! I'm totally impressed. My dad actually didn't kick you out!"

Lu Yao smiled: "It's all because I'm shameless. But it's only for you that I'm willing to put on this face!"

The two of them were playing with Tiger Girl on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Not long after, Xie Chunfang came in and set up a table for dinner.

A plate of spicy stir-fried roe deer meat was fragrant and delicious, a plate of shredded potatoes with tree peppers was finely cut, and a plate of scrambled eggs with scallions was fragrant and tender.

And there was also a sauerkraut stew with glass noodles, steaming hot.

Ding Mei could already feel the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year.

I held Tiger Girl and fed her an egg.

The little guy ate with gusto.

Ding Dahu took out the wine pot, filled it with about half a jin of strong liquor, and put it in a large tea mug filled with hot water to warm it up.

Then he sat cross-legged in the main seat on the kang (heated brick bed):

"Come on, you little rascal, let's have a good chat today!"

Although it was an insult, Ding Mei knew that she was one step closer to her father accepting Tuwazi.

Ding Mei nestled close to Ding Dahu.

Xie Chunfang sat diagonally on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), ready to add more rice and heat up the wine at any time.

Ding Dahu took two large wine cups, each containing one ounce, and poured two cups of wine.

He handed Lu Yao a cup:

"You little brat, to be honest, you're really something! You haven't been quiet this whole time!"

If anyone else spoke to Lu Yao like that, Lu Yao would kick them to the ground.

But Ding Dahu was different. First, he was Ding Mei's father and Zheng Shuang's grandfather, and second, she had indeed hurt him quite badly.

He used to be the undisputed leader of Jiapigou, but now he's too afraid to even leave his house and is almost depressed.

Regardless of whether he's getting the upper hand verbally, he's already convinced of his own abilities.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have made four dishes.

Xie Chunfang said that Ding Dahu personally cut the potato shreds, making them thin and even, each one as thick as a matchstick.

Ding Dahu couldn't beat Tuwazi in anything else, so he wanted to intimidate him with his knife skills.

Lu Yao and Ding Dahu clinked glasses.

He took a sip and then said:

"Uncle Tiger, do you know why I insisted on becoming the team leader?"

One sentence was enough to create a somber atmosphere.

Ding Mei immediately looked up at Lu Yao.

I thought to myself, why do you have to bring up something I don't want to talk about?

Xie Chunfang dropped her chopsticks on the ground.

I quickly looked at Ding Dahu, thinking to myself, "Don't flip the table yet, I haven't even eaten a bite."

Ding Dahu stared at Lu Yao, his eyes wide, and asked, "Tell me, what do you want to say?"

Ding Mei stared at the wine glass in his hand, afraid that it would smash directly onto Lu Yao's head!

Lu Yao, however, just smiled and didn't seem to care at all.

He took the wine jug and filled Ding Dahu's cup with wine.

Ding Dahu patiently waited for him to pour the wine.

Lu Yao held Ding Dahu's hand, not because he was afraid Ding would hit him, but to show affection.

Then he said, "Uncle Da Hu, actually I have a plan, which is to make our production team's annual output the highest in the county! If I'm not the team leader, I can't achieve this, and I'm afraid you won't believe me. After a few years, once I've built up our production team, I'll hand over the leadership to you, and then I'll move to the city!"

Ding Dahu shook off his hand:

"Are you a dreamer?"

Lu Yao laughed and said, "Even if it's just a dream of mine, it's not difficult to achieve."

"Then tell me, what kind of trouble are you going to go through to turn our county's worst production level into the best?"

Lu Yao carefully drew on the table with chopsticks:

"First, I want to set up a brewery, to be run under the name of our brigade."

"Nonsense!"

Ding Dahu simply erased the circle that Lu Yao had drawn with his chopsticks.

It was as if it had dispelled his idea:

"As the team leader, do you know the policies from above? Anything that competes with food supplies will be criticized! And it can't be done in the name of the production team either; the higher-ups will accuse you of running an independent kingdom, and you could even be sentenced to prison!"

Upon hearing this, Ding Mei became worried and asked Lu Yao:

"Have you thought this through? Don't become a capitalist roader! Opening a factory means oppressing the workers!"

Lu Yao smiled and said, "For his own personal benefit, he would naturally be a capitalist roader. But I'm doing this for our production team, and every procedure requires the commune's approval. Yang Shouye wouldn't dare refuse. Even if he can't hold out, I'll go to County Chief Hao. Don't worry."

While Ding Dahu may not be stubborn, Lu Yao was indeed effective in front of Yang Shouye.

Ding Dahu impulsively beat up Yang Shouye that day, thinking he would definitely end up in detention or a re-education camp.

As a result, with just one sentence from Lu Yao, Yang Shouye stopped suing him.

Moreover, when they were fighting Yang Shouye, Lu Yao and the militia were fully capable of stopping him, but Lu Yao remained silent.

He let himself vent his anger before pulling her away.

Ding Dahu didn't realize these things at the time, but how could he not think about them when he got home?

Lu Yao seemed to favor Yang Shouye over himself.

However, Ding Dahu still shook his head: "Even if Yang Shouye listens to you, he may not dare to approve it, and the county magistrate certainly won't let you use grain to brew wine, there's not even enough grain to eat."

"We don't need good grains. We can use scraps from the street and some slightly spoiled grains that have been processed. Grandpa Zuo knows this. He brews his own wine by picking up grains from the street to warm them."

Ding Dahu still shook his head:

"No, no, the higher-ups absolutely won't approve it. Even if they do, your sales will be a problem. Selling privately is definitely out of the question; that's speculation. Selling to the supply and marketing cooperative won't get you a high price."

This whole thing seemed like a joke to Ding Dahu.