Old Yuan also came out. Seeing that Zhang Yang was back, he naturally asked him a question.
Zhang Yang answered honestly, picked up some things to say, handed over the roast chicken he bought, and then took Zhang Lihua to Zhang's yard.
Mr. Zhang, who was sitting in the upper room, had heard the noise a long time ago and knew that this boy was back. His face had no expression and his eyes were very cold.
Mr. Deng, who was sitting in the same room, did not move, as if he had not heard that his grandson had returned.
She had never liked this grandson, and she couldn't beat him or scold him, so she always ignored him and pretended that he didn't exist. Everyone in the family knew about it.
So when Zhang Yang came back, the whole family was only happy for Zhang Lihua.
Seeing that no one was greeting him, Zhang Yang didn't go to the upper room and went directly into the room on the left. He didn't come back for a long time and there was no room for him at home. He had always been thick-skinned and directly occupied the big house in the town.
Zhang Song’s bed in the room.
Zhang Laodou watched people enter the house of his precious grandson, and the muscles in his face were twitching, but he did not directly scold him. Instead, he said casually: "This kid hasn't come back for a long time, and he doesn't know how to come with us."
It's really unruly for you two to say hello to each other."
These words were like a curse, which made old Deng's scalp hurt. Anger suddenly burst out of her eyes and spread to her entire face, "What kid! Who is back? I don't know!"
With that said, he jumped to the door in two steps and shouted twice into the kitchen, "Ms. Miao, is the meal ready? When it's done, hurry up and bring it in for dinner!"
The house is so big that I can't hear anything, so I really have to listen carefully.
Soon, Mrs. Miao and her daughter Zhang Zaohua brought all the food to the upper room.
Zhang Lihua still helped to get the dishes and chopsticks. Thinking that her brother was back, she took an extra pair. Unexpectedly, she was scolded as soon as she entered the upper room, "You were so stupid when you went to bed last night? You couldn't even count."
Don’t you know? How many people in the family don’t know? Hurry up and put back the extra bowls and chopsticks for me!”
Zhang Lihua was about to say that my brother is back, but Old Deng glared at her angrily. She did not open her mouth, tremblingly took out a bowl and a pair of chopsticks, and was about to turn around.
Leng Buding stretched out a big hand and took the bowl and chopsticks.
Zhang Yang did not care about the expressions of everyone in the room, and sat down boldly on the left side.
Old Mr. Deng immediately scolded him, "Where did you come from, you brat? You have no rules? You didn't even say hello to your elders when you came back, and you didn't even say anything. I didn't share your lunch today, so you went hungry!"
"Don't worry about me being hungry, I'll just eat this." Zhang Yang looked like he didn't want to eat anything. He didn't take Old Deng's anger into consideration at all. He calmly put the oil paper bag in front of him and opened it.
There was a fragrant roast chicken inside. He pulled off the chicken legs and ate them.
Old Deng was so angry that he almost pouted and pointed at Zhang Yang without saying anything for a long time. This boy has been like this since he was a child. He won't listen to scolding or hit him. There is really nothing that can be done to him.
Zhang Laodou's eyes were extremely cold. God knows how much effort it took for him to control himself from teaching this kid a lesson.
This boy looks so much like Li Dachui, his features and eyes are almost carved from the same mold, even more similar than his father.
So since he was a child, he couldn't tolerate this kid and wished he would run away and never come back, just like that Li Dachui.
It's a pity that this kid has a long life and a strong skin. Throughout the year, he always comes back again and again to make him angry, which makes people feel like they have a lump in their throats and they can't get rid of it.
Back then, why couldn't the trafficker take him away?
Mr. Zhang sighed in his heart, turned to look at Mr. Deng, and started to persuade him, "My child is ignorant, don't make yourself angry, just sit down and eat."
"Eat, eat, eat, where can I still eat?!" Old Deng gritted his teeth and said angrily, turned around and took the feather duster from behind, "I'll beat you to death for this heartless gadget that only cares about your own food!"
The feather duster hit him unexpectedly, but Zhang Yang, who was gnawing on the chicken legs, picked up the oil paper bag as if he had eyes, quickly hid, and slipped out of the upper room.
"I'd better go back to the house and eat by myself! You guys eat slowly!"
Mrs. Deng chased her out, but the door had been locked from the inside. She was reluctant to smash the door, so she had to go back to the upper room angrily, throw the feather duster away, and said, "Eat!"
Everyone could tell that she was very angry, so she didn't dare to speak and just started eating with her head down.
Zhang Laodou's eyes were a little dark. This kid, after not coming back for several months, seemed to be a lot more flexible and stronger.
The older he gets, the harder it will be to handle.
It was too late for him to regret not being able to do it all at once.
Zhang Lihua took a sip from a bowl of clear porridge and water without a few grains of rice, thinking that her brother was still the best.
It would be great if she could have the energy of her brother.
It's a pity that she is a girl and would never dare to run out.
In the Song family's stove room, the grandfather and grandson were carrying porridge and a roast chicken on the table. Listening to the noise next door, Song Qiu couldn't help but choked in his throat and coughed a few times.
Old Yuan looked at it and sighed twice, but said nothing.
One roast chicken was too much for two people to finish, so Song Qiu left a chicken leg aside for Lihua to eat later in the afternoon when they went to collect firewood together.
After eating, everyone should take a nap.
In the upper room of the Zhang family, the open window let in the afternoon breeze, which was cool, but a little cool.
Zhang Laodou was lying on the pillow, looking at old Deng sitting at the other end doing needlework. He didn't know what he was thinking, and said: "Zhang Yang is already over fifteen years old. It's time to kiss him. In the past,
He can't go anywhere, so it's rare to catch him at home. When he comes back this time, you can serve him some snacks and settle the marriage for him. Once he gets married, he won't worry about it and won't run away."
Old Mrs. Deng snorted, "I'm so angry with him, how can I have the time to help him with his marriage? I don't even make the decision on marriages like Taohua Asong's. They have been left to their own devices for this generation."
It's up to my parents to make the decision, I rarely bother."
"That's what I said, but the second brother and his wife are at Cheng's house all year round. How can they have this time? I don't know why you still have to worry about it. Fortunately, these two are the only ones who need your worry. Just help them get along with each other if you are tired.
." Zhang Laodou sounded like he was thinking about his children.
Old Deng sneered again, "Help him get married? Look at the girl from this ten-mile-eight village, whose girl would be willing to marry him? Who's girl would marry a bastard who spends all his time without a home, not doing anything, and fooling around?
He's blind, I won't do this thankless thing!"
"That's true. Who told this kid to be incompetent?"
Zhang Laodou nodded, but then said: "But he is our grandson after all, how can he really care about his life events? This young girl may not like him, so you can ask people to inquire further. Those who don't know
If you have a good reputation and your family conditions are not very good, there will always be people who are willing to marry their daughters. Our Songshan village has good scenery and good water, so why is it so bad?"
A glimmer of light flashed in Old Deng's eyes. After being silent for a long time, he said reluctantly: "We'll see later. I won't waste any more time on it."