The Zhang family's lunch was a bit unpalatable, and everyone put down their bowls and chopsticks faster than they went back.
Zhang Lihua honestly helped collect the dishes, wash them, and tidy up the stove. Seeing that everyone had gone back to their houses, she sneaked to the Song family.
In the kitchen house, a dustpan of small fish had been fried. Song Qiu was grabbing rice and making a pot of porridge, only using small fish to avoid choking.
Zhang Yang caught the crispy fish and ate it while adding fuel to the fire. Seeing Zhang Lihua come in, he grinned and said, "How about it? They ate deliciously today?"
Zhang Lihua curled her lips, looked at him and said, "Brother, be careful when your sweetheart comes back to deal with you."
"I can't run?" Zhang Yang shrugged, not caring.
Listening to this, Song Qiu didn't know what to say.
When Zhang Yang appeared today, it was obvious that he was looking for a beating and was deliberately irritating people.
She had been there just now, but seeing how provocative Zhang Yang stretched his neck and yelled.
This is intentional.
Is it really strange that Grandpa Zhang, who was said to have a bad temper when he was young, didn't come out to teach him a lesson?
She always felt that Zhang Yang knew something different from them about some things.
If you don't know about other people's affairs, it's not good to think about them for others.
As the saying goes, don’t persuade others to do good without going through their suffering.
It would be better for her not to say anything.
"The porridge and water are ready, let's eat."
Zhang Lihua, who had already drank a large bowl of porridge and water, only caught the small crispy fish to eat. While watching her brother enjoying the meal, she said, "Brother, how are you? Is Aqiu's cooking good? You are not lucky.
You didn’t eat all the delicious food last time.”
In the past, he often ate the food on the window sill when he couldn't eat at home. Those were the dishes cooked by Grandma Yuan, and he knew that.
Ah Qiu’s craftsmanship…
Zhang Yang ate a piece of crispy fish in one bite and nodded secretly in his heart.
Good taste?
How not?
In the future, if he asks Aqiu to be his wife, he will be blessed for the rest of his life.
Seeing that Zhang Yang was silent and smiling like an idiot, Zhang Lihua winked at Song Qiu in disgust.
Song Qiu didn't notice it, because the boy's eyes shot at him from time to time, and she thought she was secretive, but she could see clearly. Although she didn't know what the boy was thinking and managed to do this, it must have something to do with her.
Song Qiu sighed in his heart and thought it would be better to eat seriously.
Old Yuan and Old Deng went there early in the morning, and even if Zhang Hugua went to see if anyone had returned in the afternoon, it was still the morning of the next day when they returned home.
The woman gave birth to twins, which was very dangerous. If a doctor hadn't been present, and the man didn't care about male and female precautions and just wanted both adults and children to be safe, I'm afraid it would have been a bit dangerous.
Fortunately, the mother and child were safe. The man was overjoyed and happily gave two gifts of money for delivering the baby.
Although it wasn't much, just twelve red eggs and sixteen big coins, it was all the man's family could afford.
There will be a wedding later, and the man has decided to invite the two of them there, so he will naturally ask for a fortune.
Mrs. Yuan doesn't care about money. Her biggest wish is that the twins can keep both adults and children safe.
Not far from Songshan Village, the two old sisters left one of them to drink a bowl of brown sugar eggs, and then went home by themselves without asking the man to send them. There were two children and a woman to take care of, so as not to trouble others.
There are no other people on the road, so I feel more comfortable talking.
"Zhang Yang is now over fifteen, and it's time to get married. My brothers and sisters often go around here, but which daughter thinks it's okay?"
The two walked arm in arm and were very close to each other. They didn't need to speak too loudly so that they could both hear each other clearly.
"Did you mention it yesterday?" Old Yuan asked first.
"Come on, this kid is often away from home. Give him a wife so that he can feel at ease."
"It's easy to get married here in Lihua. It's easy to get married. I'm afraid it's difficult here in Zhangyang. If you ask around here, everyone will know about your family's situation." As he said this, Old Yuan couldn't help but joke, "Whose name is this?"
You have a bad reputation as a grandmother. Everyone knows how much you dislike these two brothers and sisters. Whose daughter dares to marry in and learn from you."
They are also old sisters, otherwise who would be talking about this?
Old Mrs. Deng smiled faintly, turned around and looked at Old Mrs. Yuan seriously and said: "I see that Zhang Yang likes Ah Qiu. We grew up together. You can see what he is thinking at a glance. I will try my best to delay here."
Now, let me shamelessly ask my younger siblings, do you think my grandson can do it?"
He is my grandson, not my Zhang Yang.
Old Yuan also became serious, "The three of them have been as good as the same mother since they were young. Zhang Yang knows everything about him. Of course I know his character. It's just that Aqiu is two years older. What does she think of me here?"
We haven’t counted yet. Sister, you have already asked me to come here, so I won’t hold you back. I have to ask Aqiu what he means about this matter."
"That's the reason. Of course, you have to like it if Aqiu likes it." Old Mrs. Deng nodded, "I'm just going to tell you first, we all know how to do it. If Aqiu is willing, I will directly make the decision and let Zhang Yang come to marry him.
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"Bringing in a child?" Old Yuan heard this for the first time from her elder sister, "Sister, do you really want Zhang Yang to marry?"
Old Mrs. Deng's tone was calm, and she had thought about it seriously, "When I marry, the child's surname is Song. Any surname will do. What does it matter if the surname is Zhang?"
"If it is possible in the future, it would be fine to keep one person named Li." There were so many emotions in Old Deng's eyes that it was hard to understand for a while.
Old Yuan stretched out his hand to hold her hand tightly, and sighed, "It depends on the fate of the two children. I have no objection here."
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After working hard all day and most of the night, Mr. Yuan and his wife were so tired that they fell down to rest as soon as they walked home.
There was nothing wrong with Old Yuan's side. After Song Qiu looked at it and asked about it, he continued to go out and learn to drive.
On Lao Deng's side, Zhang Lao Dou, who was just about to tell her "well" about Zhang Yang's yesterday's incident, looked at his wife sleeping heavily on the bed, and a breath choked in his throat. He was really uncomfortable and uncomfortable.
When Old Deng finally rested and got up, the boy was nowhere to be seen. Even if Zhang Laodou wanted to mention it, he didn't know where to mention it, so he had to hold it back.
He looked so sad that old man Zhang, who came to see him for a while, even asked if he couldn't get out of the toilet.
Naturally, Zhang Laodou couldn't express his inner thoughts, so he had to accept this statement.
But his wife, who had always known him to be considerate, actually believed him and went to cook a lot of bitter herbs and boil them for him to drink. After drinking bowl after bowl, he felt really miserable and couldn't express his feelings.
…
After three days of serious driving lessons from Zhang Yang, Song Qiu felt that his driving skills were obviously becoming more proficient.
When driving on the official road, Zhang Yang can no longer pull him from start to finish, and he can drive smoothly.
Even if you take the small road into the village a little slower, it's doable.
This thing is just like learning to drive. You will become proficient by driving it more often. If you don't drive it often, even if you get your driver's license, you will have to start over again soon.
Song Qiu didn't intend to keep learning. It was the same as slowly accumulating in the process of driving behind.
What's more, Zhang Yang also said that it would be no problem for her to catch the bus now.
It’s better to make a living sooner rather than later.
Therefore, after returning from driving practice this afternoon, Song Qiu went to the village chief's house.