mtl008 Chapter 618: Uncle 49 and Brother 72
Chapter 618: Uncle 49 and Brother 72
When Jing Changjiang led two rough-faced men in, July and September were still fighting with the big pig leg with the knife.
Jing Chunxi couldn't help but complain, "Uncle, are you feeding pigs? How can we eat so much?" Jing Chunxi looked at the sumptuous dishes in front of him, which were all whole plates of meat without any side dishes, and couldn't help but frowned.
Jing Changjiang just laughed heartily and said nonchalantly, "You're still complaining about having food? Soldiers used to eat less than an ounce of meat a month on the battlefield, and even here the food is only slightly better. If your uncle hadn't known you were coming, would he have been reluctant to kill a pig?"
My uncle's laughter was hearty and generous. As he spoke, he patted the shoulder of a big man next to him, and his tone was full of pride and approval.
"Look at what the general said. We raise one pig a month, and we have no shortage of chickens, ducks, meat, and eggs. It's much better than on the battlefield in the north. It's just that the cook can only cook big pot dishes. I'm sorry, miss." The uncle, who was nearly 40 years old, spoke. His voice was loud and powerful, and there was a simple smile on his face.
Jing Chunxi hurried forward and saluted, followed by Chuntao and the others. Jing Chunxi knelt slightly and saluted, saying, "Uncle Sijiu, you've worked hard. We've eaten everything along the way and we're not picky, but it's just too much. Let's share some with the soldiers." The few of them took up so much food, otherwise the soldiers would have nothing left.
Uncle Sijiu saw them all bowing, and he was in a dilemma whether to help or not. He quickly said, "Uncle Sijiu is just a rough guy, and this kind of thing is not accepted in the military camp. Miss, please don't bow. Ladies, please hurry up and bow."
A man standing at the very side quickly chimed in: "How many people haven't evacuated from the village yet? There's plenty of food, so feel free to eat."
After making them stand up straight, Jing Changjiang continued to introduce them, "This is your Seventh Brother. Your eldest uncle may not follow you next time you come back. Sister Xi, please go directly to Uncle Fourth Ninth and Seventh Brother. They are in charge here, so don't be polite with them."
There was a hint of seriousness in his words, yet a touch of intimacy, and it was obvious that he hoped Jing Chunxi could get along well with them.
Brother Qier is not tall, and his face is tanned red and black. He looks to be no more than twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He looks a bit like a southerner and looks particularly simple.
Jing Chunxi nodded and said, "Then I'll have to trouble Uncle Sijiu and Brother Qier. I'll have to come back again in the future and trouble you again."
"It's my own business, no trouble."
When Uncle Four-Nine and Brother Seven-Two heard this, they looked at Jing Chunxi with great kindness, and a relieved smile appeared on their faces.
After Jing Changjiang finished his introduction, he waved his hand and said, "Okay, let's go over first. Several large tables over there are still waiting for us." There was a hint of urgency in his words. It was obvious that he didn't want to waste time. Seeing his old subordinates, he was bound to have a few drinks.
But Jing Chunxi's curiosity was piqued, and she asked Uncle Sijiu and Brother Qier, "Uncle Jiu, Brother Qier, why are your names so strange?"
Jing Chunxi wasn't the only one who found this strange.
Names like Ah Qi and Chong San are quite normal; fast feet can also reflect his advantage, indicating that he runs fast; but this is Si Jiu and Qi Er, what kind of names are they?
Whose family couldn't possibly have so many brothers! Could it be that her uncle was as lazy as she was, and had assigned numbers to all the soldiers just to make it easier to call them?
Seeing the two people in front of her were stunned for a moment, she couldn't help but ask again: "Why are your names so weird?"
After being asked twice, it was a bit difficult not to answer, but the two still hesitated.
"Hahaha! You two guys, explain it again." Jing Changjiang pointed at them and laughed heartily. His laughter was hearty and generous. It was as if this scene was not the first time, and he was used to it.
After he finished speaking, he looked at Jing Chunxi with a smile, "As expected of you, my uncle's niece. Sister Xi asked the right question." He turned to look at Jing Chunxi with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
The girls around were also curious when they heard Jing Chunxi's question. They all looked at Uncle Four Nine and Brother Seven Second, wanting to hear their answers.
The two strong men didn't feel embarrassed at all. Uncle Sijiu, full of energy, was the first to explain. His voice was loud and powerful, full of confidence and pride: "The year my mother gave birth to me, my father was exactly 49 years old. So since I was a child, the people in the village have called me Sijiu."
As he spoke, a faint smile played on his face. His tone didn't betray a trace of inferiority, but rather a simple pride, as if the name was part of his identity, a mark he was born with.
Everyone nodded in understanding after hearing his words. While the origin of this name was somewhat unusual, it wasn't uncommon in the countryside.
However, when everyone's attention turned to Brother Qier, their expressions changed completely.
Giving birth to a son at the age of 72 was truly unbelievable! The girls present were whispering to each other, their eyes filled with surprise and disbelief.
To have a son at the age of seventy-two, his father must have been very healthy! Even among the pampered masters in the city, there were very few who could live to the age of seventy-two, let alone have a child at this age. This thought quickly spread in their minds, making them curious about the father of the Seventh Brother.
"Hahaha!" This time, Jing Changjiang and Uncle Sijiu couldn't help but burst out laughing, rolling on the floor. Uncle Sijiu laughed and pointed at Brother Qier, as if to say, "Look at you, you've been misunderstood again." His laughter was teasing, but more of it was a familiarity and intimacy with Brother Qier.
This laughter was like a key, instantly opening the hearts of everyone present and making the atmosphere light. The laughter echoed in the courtyard, as if drawing everyone closer together. The whole scene became particularly harmonious, like a family sitting together, sharing each other's joy and fun stories.
Qi Er Ge's face flushed slightly, becoming a shade darker. He scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed, but soon regained his composure.
He deliberately kept everyone in suspense and paused before continuing, "I knew you would think too much. My father is only in his fifties!" He continued to explain, "I am the ninth cousin in my family. In my hometown dialect, nine is pronounced as 'dog', so whenever we see the word nine, we will split it into two, either seven and two, or eight and one." When he spoke, there was a faint smile on his face, and his tone was humorous and witty, without the embarrassment just now.
After listening to Brother Qi Er's explanation, everyone's curiosity was finally satisfied and the atmosphere became more harmonious.
Jing Changjiang, Uncle Sijiu and Brother Qier all advised them to eat well and then left.
Brother Qi Er walked at the back and turned back to comfort them, "It's okay if you can't finish the food. We can make a delicious stew with the leftovers tomorrow."
There was a hint of pampering and concern in his voice, as if he was talking to his sisters at home. He told them that the food would not be wasted in any way, so everyone could enjoy it without worry.