The next morning, Ivanqiu and Ivanjiang went to the brick kiln near the vegetable field at the entrance of the village early and waited for the owner to come.

The middle-aged man also got up before dawn. Because the vegetables he collected yesterday were rushing to get to the entrance of the village this morning to sell them to an old driver who specializes in collecting vegetables. The old driver of collecting vegetables was waiting at the entrance of the village on time every day for people to move out of their homes one after another.

Quartz Village is relatively close to the urban area. Local farmers make a living by planting all their lives, especially vegetables. Before the land was really divided into households, it was already a special vegetable planting park in the suburbs. It can be traced back to the Ming and Qing Dynasties and was already a famous vegetable garden planting base.

The vegetable garden here has been famous for a long time because local villagers are very good at growing vegetables. However, all the vegetables grown from here do not have a drop of pesticide residue. Of course, it is normal for some small insects to occasionally be present.

After the middle-aged man finished his home, he carried a basket to go to the field. Before going out, he did not forget to wear a bamboo hat. Because he was often exposed to the sun, except for some of his face not being completely tanned, the other skin exposed to the cuffs of the warehouse were all tanned.

The middle-aged man held a cigarette in his mouth, and squinted half of his eyes while carrying a basket. Due to the wind, the smoke he vomited into the other side of his eyes was very irritating. He rubbed it with his hands.

Today he seemed a little happy. He sold vegetables at a good price this morning, and always fulfilled the old saying, "People feel happy when they are happy."

In addition, the bricks have been stacked for many years but have not been burned for a long time. I am about to invite someone to burn them today.

Your own yard should be fenced up. In the future, you don’t have to pile up the pumpkins, cucumbers, winter melons, vegetables and the like in the room, so the house will naturally become much more spacious.

My six-year-old child can sleep independently, and my wife’s position will be much bigger. In the future, I don’t have to worry about the embarrassing situation of falling out of bed when I go to bed at night.

Thinking of all kinds of good things, I came to the field.

Ivanqiu waved to the middle-aged man.

When he walked to Ivanqiu, the middle-aged man vented two cigarettes in a very kind way.

Ivanqiu pointed at Ivanjiang beside him and introduced: "This is my brother."

"This is your wage." The middle-aged man politely held the money in his hands and handed it to Ivanqiu. After waiting for Ivanqiu to count the money, he continued to ask: "Did you count it right?"

Ivanqiu nodded, "Then start construction now, oh! Do you bring food at noon? Or will we go back to eat?" After saying this, he quickly added: "Since the fire is on, it is best if you can deliver it. In the next few days, we will both guard twenty-four hours a day to prevent the fire in the kiln from extinguishing. If we go to eat, it will be difficult to add firewood alone."

After hearing what Ivanqiu said, the middle-aged man pondered for a moment and said, "Then I'll ask my family to send it to you. If you want to eat, tell them what you want, by the way, are you drinking?"

Ivanqiu stretched out his hand and waved his hand quickly and said, "We never drink during the kiln burning period. If we want to drink, we have to wait until the fire is finished. Are you afraid that there will be no time at that time? Why do we both work in this village and have more time in the future?"

The middle-aged man looked at the endless talk of Ivanqiu and suddenly smiled aloud: "That... is OK."

After saying that, the middle-aged man carried a basket and walked to the side.

Ivanqiu and Ivanjiang lifted the cover of the firewood, lifted the wooden board covering the kiln, and kept throwing firewood into the pit, pouring kerosene on each layer of firewood. When it was piled up enough, Ivanqiu lit a matchstick soaked in kerosene and threw it into the kiln.

The burning match stick immediately ignited a raging fire when it hits the kerosene in the kiln.

Thick smoke also emerged in large quantities on the chimneys outside the kiln. Spiders hiding in the chimneys fled out one after another. Some mice rushed over the fire, and the gray hair on their bodies was burned by the fire and still ran out. Just to survive, the mice that did not dare to step forward chirped in despair in the kiln, and then were roasted to death by the kiln with increasingly high temperatures, and finally turned into ashes.

Ivanqiu and Ivanjiang were holding wooden sticks and chasing mice outside the kiln searching everywhere.

“Here…here.”

"Damn, I actually hide here, I won't beat you to death."

"I can have a meal of rat meat tonight, but unfortunately there is no wine."

"Or, you go buy half a pound."

"Forget it, let's not drink wine when we burn the kiln."

After killing a fat mouse, the two began to peel the mouse and then drove it to the fire and roast it.

Ivanqiu took out a small bag of salt from his arms and poured it onto the mouse.

Ivanjiang stared at Ivanqiu and said curiously: "You guys, okay! I had expected that there would be mice to eat, so I brought this?"

Ivanqiu smiled and looked at Ivanjiang, pretending to be mysterious: "I brought other things."

"Sweet potato?" Ivanjiang looked at Ivanqiu's squinting face.

"no."

"Do you really buy meat?"

"Yes, I got a chicken and brought a lot of sweet potatoes."

Hearing this, Ivanjiang remembered that Ivanqiu went out early this morning and came back with a bag on his back. He took a casual look at it. There were a lot of sweet potatoes inside, but there were no chickens.

(Dongfeng Village)

Yi Shicai did not get up today. Due to the severe edema of his feet, the door did not get up and open. Zhao Lilian got up early to cook as usual, but before leaving, she saw that her father's door was still closed, so she pushed her house door. After calling out a few times, her father slowly said that she might not get up today and her legs and feet were swollen.

Hearing a faint sound from the room, Zhao Lilian ran to the entrance of the village and called her to pry the door open together. Zhao Lilian went home and warmed up two bowls of porridge and took it for her father to drink.

Then he ordered the boss to find a barefoot doctor. After the barefoot doctor came, he had a simple examination and then gave his father a slumber.

He said that anti-inflammatory will be cured. When the eldest and second brothers left, only Zhao Lilian was left at home to help clean and cook, Yi Shi asked Zhao Lilian to come to her side.

Take out the money I had to hand over to Ivanqiu from under the pillow, and said in a weak voice: "This is handed over to Ivanqiu. The eldest brother had his own house when he got married, and now the second brother also wanted to build a house. During a blind date, we told the Li family that we must have a house when we came in. Now, I have seen all the days, and I will build a house in March next year and get married in August. Wanqiu has just come out not long ago, and he has no savings himself, so I can help only so much."

"I also feel that my life is not too long, and I can't tell whether I can see the day he gets married. These days, I have been dreaming that your mother-in-law comes to me, hey! Don't feel embarrassed or anything, this is what I insist on leaving for him, you don't have to think too much."

Zhao Lilian also became silent at this time because she didn't know how to say it, so she could only nod her head simply, then stuffed the bag into her pocket, and walked out of the house. She happened to meet the boss Ivanchun who was going home.

Zhao Lilian quickly stepped forward, stared at Yi Wanchun, and said, "Boss, your grandfather is so sick, why don't you write a letter to tell your father and let him come back and have a look?"

"I'll let Wanda take it out later."

After saying that, Ivanchun returned home and wrote a few simple lines.

Dad, grandpa is very ill this time and can no longer get up this morning. I hope you can take time to go home.

Then fold the paper and put it in the envelope, and walk towards Iwanda's house.

It is early August, and Yiwanda collected a lot of fire dragon flowers in July. Every afternoon, he would go to the county town with bags of dried flowers he collected in about the afternoon.

It was just noon now, and Iwanda happened to be at home and was about to go out.

"Wanda, please send me a letter, this is the postage."

Iwanda frowned and looked at the address on the envelope, and asked in a low voice: "Grandpa...is it okay?"

"Grandpa, I miss your uncle, just want to see..." Yi Wanchun then said: "This express delivery is too, I'm sorry, I'll bother you."

Iwanda dared not ask for it, so he immediately stuffed the money back and said in a deep voice: "Brother, this money is exempted. You don't know who I and Wanqiu are with whom you."

Ivanchun forced a smile, then walked out of the village entrance without looking back.

After dinner in the evening, my second brother and my second sister-in-law sat opposite each other at the table. My second brother was still playing with the radio, making rustling sounds from time to time.

My second sister-in-law is still combing her hair that has just been washed.

"You said, did grandpa leave anything for the third brother?"

The second sister-in-law sat in front of the mirror and looked at Ivana sitting beside her.

"What can I have? Medicinal wine? Haha... Can I drink it? I don't dare to smell that smell. When I was a child, I turned on the medicinal wine when my grandfather was not paying attention. I still can't forget the smell until now. What else can I keep besides this?"

"Are you blind? Who doesn't know that grandpa and the third brother have a good relationship? Besides, your grandpa is not a farmer. He is a civil servant and has some money after retirement. Don't forget that your grandpa is a county accountant."

"So what? Grandpa gave the money to his father in the early years. Didn't it pay for us when we got married?"

"Tsk, I don't believe that they only have that little bit." The second sister-in-law lowered her voice and said, "You think they can leave all the money to the third brother? We don't leave any house for us. We save everything ourselves. I really don't know what your parents are thinking about, so partial."

"It's too much? The third brother hasn't gotten married yet, there's nothing. Have you heard what my grandfather said last time on the table? This is also their family's proposal first." Yi Wanchun was still fiddling with the radio in her hand.

"Hey! I said, can you have some success? What's wrong with getting married? Is it only the third brother worth it? Is the third brother a treasure? If this is the case, we will be separated in the future and we will live our own lives, no matter how many of them."

Ivanchun was silent for a long time and he did not intend to discuss these issues with his wife.

"Enough, enough, let's not talk about it anymore. Go to bed quickly and continue to lay bricks tomorrow."

Turn off the radio and go into the drawer, get into the quilt and close your eyes and stop thinking about what your wife said just now.

When the second sister-in-law saw her second brother running into the quilt and lie down, she ignored her. She angrily pulled off her hair that was still combing halfway and slapped it hard on the table.

"Sleep, sleep, just your thoughts, I was really blinded by lard at the beginning."

As the lights in the room were blown out, only heavy dragging sounds were heard, and then the quilt was shaken.

The next morning, the express delivery that Yiwanda helped deliver yesterday had been delivered to the unit where Yi Jiasheng was.

In the morning, Yi Jiasheng walked to the guard and was blocked, "This is your letter."

The one who stopped Yi Jiasheng was a middle-aged doorman.

The middle-aged doorman had already worked here in his early years, and as for when Yi Jiasheng had not asked in detail.

Yi Jiasheng took the envelope and looked at it as a letter from his home, so he tore it open the envelope on the spot.

The content of the letter is very short, but a few simple words are as if they are carved out of a knife and fall into Yi Jiasheng's eyes.

"Dad, grandpa is very ill this time and can't get up this morning. I hope you can take time to go home."

After reading the letter, Yi Jiasheng felt obviously uneasy. After walking into the office, he knocked on the door of the leader directly.
Chapter completed!