Chapter 14 Going up the mountain to dig bamboo shoots
"Old man, why did Brother Li come here just now?" Seeing her man coming in, Mrs. Liang hurriedly stepped forward and asked.
"It's not because of your precious grandson." Ling Dashan glanced at Ling Yun meaningfully and said thoughtfully for a moment.
"Oh? What's wrong with Shiro? Are you causing trouble in the school?" Liang's color suddenly changed when he heard that it was related to Ling Yun, and he gave him a sharp look.
When Yang on the side heard about Ling Yun, she burst into laughter and nervously inserted her fingers.
"It's a good thing but it's also a bad thing."
"How do you say this?" Mrs. Liang was very puzzled and asked doubtfully.
"He came here specifically to let Shiro continue his studies."
"This is a good thing, why do you say it is a bad thing..." Before Liang could finish speaking, he suddenly understood.
"With our family's current ability, we will send him to the county to study. If he is not strong enough, he will wait for a while."
"Grandpa, my grandson is still young, so he is not in a hurry." When Ling Yun heard this, it was indeed what he expected, but he also knew the situation at home.
"I have my own sense of discretion in this matter, don't worry!" Ling Dashan looked at Ling Yun and did not continue the topic.
But he felt sorry for his grandson in his heart. If it wasn't for his lack of ability, how could he keep delaying it? It was really a pain for this good boy.
However, he has made up his mind to let his sweet grandson continue to go to school, but he has to do it slowly.
Although Mrs. Yang desperately wanted to know whether her precious son could continue studying, she did not dare to ask if Ling Dashan did not tell him.
Wanting to know what happened, she dragged Ling Daren back into the room and asked quietly: "What did Uncle Li say in the back room just now?"
"It's nothing serious. Dad just told us that he just told us to let Shiro continue studying." Ling Daren said without thinking.
"What's the result?" Yang nervously pulled on Ling Daren's clothes and said in silence.
"What else can I do?" Ling Daren looked at the anxious lady, feeling teasing in his heart and muttering.
"Are you telling me that you want to kill me?" Seeing that Ling Daren was absent-mindedly seeking her happiness, she said angrily in confusion.
"You said it or not, don't go to my bed at night and sleep wherever you like." Yang became angry and sat on the bed angrily with Ling Dashan on his back.
Seeing that his wife was angry, Ling Daren realized that it was a joke and hurriedly stepped forward to apologize: "Daughter-in-law, it was me who was wrong. I will tell you right now."
Seeing that he was willing to speak, Yang turned around and looked at him, her eyes filled with excitement.
Seeing his wife's appearance, Ling Daren, an old married woman, couldn't help but be fascinated. He forgot what he wanted to say and kissed the person in front of him.
Yang didn't expect that the person in front of her would suddenly kiss her, and she was stunned.
When she reacted and wanted to stop her, the man's restless hand had already climbed to her chest.
She was stroking Gao Feng up and down, dabbing at the water, as if to appease her anger just now. Yang blushed with embarrassment and kept beating the man's chest.
When Ling Daren saw his wife's shy look, he couldn't put it down and didn't feel any pain. He looked at her with a dazed look on his face.
Yang was stared at by the man, her reddish face suddenly became hot, her body softened, and she said in a sweet voice: "It's daytime now, and the door is not locked yet."
"It's okay, husband, go and tie it now. Madam, just wait a moment." The man grabbed a handful on his chest, reluctantly pulled his hand out, and said lovingly.
The latter was stroked with a sudden increase in force and could not help but gasp softly. His face became redder and hotter and he said shyly: "I hate it."
Tiptoeing, Ling Daren carefully bolted the door and climbed onto the bed.
At this time, Ms. Yang was already so embarrassed that she was lying on the bed, covering her hands tightly with the quilt. She didn't let go when the visitor climbed up, and then she lost herself in the man's sweet words.
Half an hour later, Ling Daren, who was satisfied, kissed the person on the bed and walked out of the room softly.
Seeing the visitor, Ling Dashan was sitting in the yard smoking a cigarette and shouted angrily: "You can do this in broad daylight without fear of making a fool of yourself in front of your children."
"What dad teaches is for children to keep in mind." Faced with dad's teachings, he felt that he was in the wrong first and did not dare to talk back and kept saying yes.
Seeing that Ling Dashan didn't say anything, he couldn't continue. He groaned and turned his head away from him.
Ling Yun, who was completely unaware, looked at his grandfather scolding his father, with a puzzled look on his face. Why did he get scolded not long after he came in?
Really moody?
But his grandfather usually didn't lecture others. He felt it was very strange. He ran to Ling Daren and asked curiously: "Dad, why did grandpa scold you?"
Faced with Ling Yun's question, Ling Daren blushed and coughed heartily, hesitating and unable to explain the reason: "Ah~oh, grandpa..."
After he regained his composure, he said with a serious face: "Grandpa, why do adults interfere with children when they talk? Is there any reason for me to educate my son as a matter of course?"
"Go away, don't teach bad children here." Ling Dashan suddenly shouted when he found that Ling Daren was teaching his good grandson.
Out of sight and out of mind, Ling Daren had no choice but to leave, leaving him stunned where he didn't know why.
Ling Yun, who was asking for trouble and was bored, wanted to go out for a walk. It had been five years since he came here and he still didn't understand every corner of the village.
After walking around, I found that Guangping Village has beautiful scenery and clear water, which is somewhat similar to his original home.
There is a small river in the village, and the villagers live around the river. Behind them are mountains, with bamboos everywhere on the mountains.
If there is bamboo, there must be bamboo shoots. Ling Yun thought that he could try the taste of fried bamboo shoots. He missed the taste after not tasting it for a long time.
I originally thought about going up the mountain to pick some bamboo shoots and come back, but to be on the safe side it was better to go home and call someone.
"Mom, I want to eat bamboo shoots." Ling Yun returned home and looked at Yang who was sweeping the floor and said with a smile.
When Mrs. Yang heard that her son wanted to eat bamboo shoots, she thought he was hungry: "Didn't you just have lunch? Why are you hungry again now?"
"I'm not hungry yet, I just want to eat bamboo shoots." Seeing that Yang had misunderstood what he meant, he quickly explained.
"What's so delicious about Zhumeng? It's astringent and hard. If you're hungry and want to eat, just ask Da Wa to boil an egg for you. It'll satisfy your craving."
Upon hearing that her son was not hungry, Ms. Yang turned her head with relief and continued sweeping the floor.
Ling Yun looked depressed. How could bamboo shoots be so astringent and hard? The tips of the bamboo shoots should be tender and crispy. Could it be that what they were eating were not the tips of the bamboo shoots?
Seeing that Yang ignored him, he was not angry. He walked into the room and saw the eldest child doing needlework.
Then he stepped forward and said with a smile: "Sister, what are you doing?"
"Brother is here. Didn't you go out just now? Why did you come back so suddenly?" Da Wa looked up and saw that it was Ling Yun. She smiled slightly with her lips raised.
"Sister, what are you knitting in your hand?" Ling Yun pointed at the needle and thread in the big baby's hand and asked curiously.
"These are the shoes I made for you, brother. I'll give you a new pair of shoes when they're done." The eldest child responded to him with a smile, but the work in his hands didn't stop.
"Sister A is so nice. Whoever marries A Sister in the future must have a very good family." Hearing that she was making new shoes for him, she immediately started to flatter the older boy sweetly.
As soon as she heard about getting married, the eldest child blushed instantly and said shyly, "My younger brother has learned how to be happy now."
Seeing that she was not angry, Ling Yun stuck out his tongue at her playfully and said, "Sister, you will get married later. When Shiro grows up, my brother will prepare a dowry of ten miles for my sister."
When she heard that her brother was going to prepare a dowry for her, she felt warm in her heart and watched him giggle quietly.
"My younger brother has grown up and knows how to love my sister. But my sister cannot ask for my brother's dowry. My brother's money needs to be used as betrothal gifts to marry me."
"It's okay, sister, my younger brother will be very rich in the future. I will prepare a dowry for each sister so that the sisters can marry in style." Ling Yun blinked and gestured eloquently.
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Seeing him talking like this, the eldest child didn't say a word, but just looked at him thoughtfully and giggled.
"Sister, actually I came to you because I want you to take me to dig for bamboo shoots."
Seeing her silence, Ling Yun pointed to the mountain behind and looked at her expectantly.
"Brother, why do you want to dig up bamboo shoots? That stuff doesn't taste good. Are you greedy? Sister, I'll cook some eggs for you, okay?"
When I heard that my brother wanted to eat, I thought it was because he was greedy, so I immediately stopped my sewing and got up from the bed.
"I'm not hungry, I just suddenly want to eat bamboo shoots." He shook his head and said slowly.
Seeing that he was neither hungry nor greedy, the eldest child breathed a sigh of relief and continued his sewing.
Ling Yun had no choice but to shamelessly start acting coquettishly: "Sister, I want to eat bamboo sprouts. Let's go see it. Can you accompany me?"
"Okay, okay, sister will take you there, you will wait a moment." Faced with Ling Yun's insistence, Da Wa had no choice but to agree to take him there.
After putting the needle and thread in the cabinet, the eldest child took his hand and prepared to go out.
When going out, he said to his mother as he walked: "Mom, Shiro and I are going to the bamboo forest."
As soon as Mrs. Yang heard this, she knew that her precious son had failed her, and immediately went to look for Da Wa again.
She knew that Da Wa always responded to his requests, so she replied: "Oh, you go ahead, pay attention to safety on the road, and come back early."
Seeing that the eldest child had no intention of getting the vegetable basket, he went into the kitchen and quickly picked up the basket and a small hoe that looked rather dull.
The hoe is not the kind of hoe that is common in our later generations. It is somewhat similar to the Luoyang shovel used to rob tombs. It is small and slender.
Yang originally saw him holding a small hoe and didn't care, but unexpectedly he turned around and walked out dragging a large basket.
He couldn't help but burst out in joy, holding his forehead and laughing: "Son, you don't want to bring this big basket to dig for bamboo shoots, do you?"
"Yes! Auntie, isn't the child very smart?" Ling Yun had no idea why Yang was laughing, and he was still boasting proudly.
"You carry such a big basket for such a small person, hahahaha." Yang laughed heartily. Ling Yun saw that she was laughing at him and blushed shyly.
The big boy on the side couldn't help but look at his silly smile, making the situation awkward for a while.
Ling Yun had no choice but to draw out his voice and hum, pretending to be angry, but who knew they laughed even more happily.
After a while, the two tired of laughing finally stopped.
Then the big boy led Ling Yun with the basket on his back and walked up the mountain to the north of the village. After a while, they arrived at the foot of the Zhulin Mountain.