Gu Qing felt uncomfortable all over.

He was not used to chatting with people in such a warm atmosphere. He felt like he was participating in some kind of stupid variety show about searching for relatives, and the person he was looking for happened to be possessed by a Qiong Yao drama queen.

He couldn't empathize with the bullying and grievances his predecessor had suffered in this world, because he had no idea. Anyway, he had hardly been bullied since he came here. The ones who were bullied were the Ding brothers.

After being hungry for a long time, you forget how to be a human being. What Feng Aweng said is true. Isn’t that what human nature is like? There are really only a handful of people who can still insist on being a good person when they are hungry. In fact, most people no longer count when they are extremely hungry.

People.

Gu Qing really doesn't hate these villagers. Firstly, he has no deep understanding of their past indifference. Secondly, he understands the human nature of hungry people.

Only when people have enough food and clothing can they know the etiquette, and when people have enough food and clothing, they know honor and disgrace. Only when people are well fed and clothed can their true nature be revealed, and only then can they distinguish between good and bad people.

Gu Qing doesn't care whether strangers treat him well or not. He has never been treated well by the world. He relies on himself to live his life and has nothing to do with others.

Feng Aweng's non-disabled leg was crossed, and he didn't look like he was going to leave. He looked like he wanted to enjoy the moon with Gu Qing. Gu Qing looked at the sky, then looked at him, and licked his lips a few times, wanting to evict the guest.

The moon is a public resource. Isn’t it the same when you enjoy the moon at your own home?

"Thanks to you, the neighbors have lived a good life. Gu Qing, you are a kind boy. The neighbors are very grateful to you. From now on, the entire Shiqiao Village will be a real family, more than relatives.

Dear, those children who have no father or mother, we adults take turns taking care of them. When our bellies are full, we always have to do something."

Gu Qing didn't care, but the damn social etiquette forced him to smile: "Feng Aweng bothered, eh? My moon doesn't seem to be complete, Feng Aweng's moon must be big and round..."

Feng Aweng frowned: "Why did you suddenly wake up? Aren't the moons all the same?"

Outside the courtyard door, there was a sound of soft footsteps. Gu Qing sighed, the Mid-Autumn Festival was destined to never stop.

This time no one knocked on the door, and the door was suddenly pushed open. Gu Qing knew it was Song Gensheng without raising his head.

This guy has become less and less afraid of himself recently. Do you really think he will be unscrupulous just by calling him daddy? He is not his biological child at all, okay?

"Gu Qing, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. My father asked me to bring a jar of wine. Well, Feng Aweng is also... Gensheng has met Feng Aweng." Song Gensheng bowed politely.

Feng Aweng's eyes couldn't help but light up when he saw the jar of wine in Song Gensheng's hand.

"Did your father make wine?"

"Yes, my father often goes into the mountains to collect herbs. He also picked some wild fruits and brewed several jars of fruit wine..."

Feng Aweng laughed: "Come on, get the bowl. It's better to come early than to come by chance. This old man hasn't had a drink in many years."

Song Gensheng smiled bitterly. Tonight during the Mid-Autumn Festival, he originally planned to have a drink with Gu Qing and admire the moon, imitating the elegance of the ancients in the book. Who knew that Feng Aweng insisted on mixing it up, and the jar of wine might not be enough for three people.

However, Song Gensheng still honestly took the bowl and poured three bowls of wine. After holding the bowl, Song Gensheng raised his hands flat and faced Feng Aweng: "The root is Aweng's longevity. Drinking wins."

After saying that, he drank it all in one gulp.

"Haha, you win after drinking." Feng Aweng couldn't wait to drink it all in one gulp, and took a long breath, looking very satisfied.

Gu Qing held the bowl with one hand, smelled it first, and then frowned.

It smells like rotten juice, mixed with a hint of alcohol. Is this really drinkable? Does the home-brewed wine meet hygiene standards? Has it been tested for E. coli?

So Gu Qing put down the bowl and observed the two people in front of him.

Song Gensheng asked curiously: "Why don't you drink?"

Gu Qing calmed down and said, "You guys drink first, I'll brew the wine first..."

If you can't die from drinking it, I'll drink it again.

Feng Aweng and Song Gensheng drank a few more bowls. Gu Qing saw that neither of them blushed, nor did they show signs of falling over, so he carefully took the bowl and took a sip.

The taste is very strange, a little sour, sour and sweet, with a faint hint of wine lingering on the tip of the tongue, looming.

Gu Qing frowned, this thing deserves to be called wine? It's completely juice.

Is Song Gensheng's father's wine-making skills as impressive as his medical skills?

After thinking about it, he realized that drinking wouldn't kill anyone, so Gu Qing raised his neck and drank it all.

Feng Aweng and Song Gensheng cheered together: "Happy! What a man!"

Gu Qing felt that he was suffering from embarrassment. He just drank a bowl of juice. Do you want to add so much drama to yourselves? Can I applaud you and cheer you up outside the hut another day?

There was another cautious knock on the door, and Gu Qing sighed again. He felt like he had become a mini-boss in the dungeon, and any player would want to come and defeat him...

Song Gensheng opened the door, and there were many villagers standing outside.

Gu Qing was stunned, put down his bowl and stepped forward to greet him, cupping his hands and saying, "I don't know, fellow countrymen..."

An old man in his fifties who was missing an arm stood up and said with a smile: "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. We thought that you would be lonely at home to celebrate the festival. We discussed it and gave you something to celebrate the festival. You

Don’t be dissatisfied.”

Gu Qingdai took the things from the old man's hand in a daze. Like Feng Aweng, he also gave some dried fruits.

The old man held Gu Qing's wrist with his only hand, patted it, and sighed: "In the past... we were unjust elders and wanted to apologize to you. You drove away the Ding brothers and gave us a good life.

Gu Qing, you are a man of great virtue, and we all owe you a blessing."

Shaking his head, the old man turned around and left with a look of shame on his face.

In the crowd, another villager stood up. She was a widow who had been widowed for many years. The gifts brought by the villagers seemed to be uncreative, just some dried fruits.

The widow handed the dried fruit to Gu Qing and smiled at him. Suddenly she saw Feng Aweng and Song Gensheng sitting in the yard. The widow screamed and said: "So you are drinking. Hey, I told you earlier, please slow down."

Come on, I'm going to make some food for you. My boy hunted two pheasants in the mountains yesterday, so it's just the right time for you to drink."

After saying that, the widow turned around and left in a hurry. As she walked, she turned back and told Gu Qing to drink slowly.

Gu Qing stood blankly at the door, numbly accepting the gifts that the villagers handed to him in turn, and accepting the sincere regrets and thanks from the villagers.

A strange emotion swirled in his chest, a warmth he had never felt before.

Xiu'er and her mother were the last to step forward, and both mother and daughter bowed to Gu Qingwei as a gift.

Aunt Yang is a woman in her thirties. She looks a little old and haggard. She has been tortured by life in these years.

"Gu Qing, thank you for taking care of our mother and daughter. Because of you, our mother and daughter have a way of living. Originally...Xiu'er planned to sell herself to a wealthy family as a concubine. Thank you..." Aunt Yang's eyes became red and her voice choked up.

Xiu'er next to her suddenly knelt down on her knees and bowed to Gu Qing. Before Gu Qing could react, Xiu'er quickly stood up and hid behind Aunt Yang without saying a word.

The villagers dispersed, and Gu Qing had a bunch of dried fruits in his hands. He still stood at the door in a daze, saying nothing.

The strong line of defense deep in my heart quietly cracked open.

Turning around and entering the room, Gu Qing picked up the wine jar with one hand and poured wine into his mouth. When he put the wine jar down, Gu Qing was already a little tipsy. He didn't know whether it was the alcohol or his mood.

Putting the wine jar on the table, Gu Qing raised his head and looked at the bright full moon, and suddenly chanted: "I hope we will live forever, and we can share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart."
Chapter completed!