He wanted to say if he could change it to number seven, but he swallowed the words as he spoke.
It's not his place to interrupt in something like this.
Wang Yuying didn't say anything. If he interrupted rashly, he would be called uneducated.
Yang Jun looked back at Yi Qiushui.
Her mouth was pouted and her cheeks were bulging. It was obvious that she knew that she would stay in this ravine for more than ten days.
It's okay for men, but it's especially inconvenient for women to go out.
Yi Qiushui had been pampered since childhood and had never suffered much. Yang Jun was really worried about whether he could persevere.
Yang Jun smiled apologetically and gave her a "helpless" look.
Then, he felt a soreness in his waist.
Yi Qiushui protested to him.
…
Helpers in rural areas don't care about food, only on the day of burial.
Of course, it's not that I don't want to take care of the food, it's just that the family has no food left.
After everyone has finished their work, they go back to their respective homes for dinner, but they also need to express their feelings. Everyone in the host family either smokes a cigarette or says some words of gratitude.
Wang Yuying and Qin Xiuzhi, as the daughters-in-law of the Yang family, stood at the door and kept thanking the villagers.
Towards evening, when the yard was clean, Qin Xiuzhi took her daughter-in-law Zhao Hongmei to cook in the cave next door, while Wang Yuying and Yang Mei helped knead the dough.
Yang Jun's father, Yang Gui, is no longer here. He can only stand in front of the funeral instead of his father. Others can go to the yard to rest. Only he and Yang Dong cannot come in and out at will. Even if they go out for business, one person must stay at the funeral.
Yang Jun pulled out a cigarette and threw it to his second uncle Yang Dong, and the two chatted without saying a word.
After a while, Yang Anbang also joined in.
Yang Jun could tell that Yang Anbang was not good at talking and was an introvert, the opposite of his younger brother Yang Anguo. He had only come over to say hello since he got home in the morning until now.
Maybe it was because of his introversion that he blushed without saying a few words, which made Yang Dong look at him and scold him constantly.
Yang Jun knew that when a person was being taught a lesson by his father, it would be very humiliating to have outsiders present, so he left the mourning hall on the pretext of sore legs.
Looking at the busy figure of the woman in the cave, he couldn't do much to help.
So, he called Liu Zhi out.
The two of them walked out of the courtyard and came to the roof of the back cliff. They took out their cigarettes and squatted on it chatting.
Liu Zhi has been in a daze these days because his sister Liu Lan is so busy with her affairs that he seems to be uninterested in anything.
"Your sister's matter is directly responsible for it. I can't help, and I can't help. Her matter involves the military factory drawings. You should know how deep the water is here, let alone me.
No one ten times more powerful than me would dare to interfere."
Yang Jun exhaled a puff of smoke and said calmly: "Don't work blindly. Just wait for the news with peace of mind. It will be whatever it is."
Liu Zhimeng took a puff of cigarette and frowned deeply.
"Brother, I know how deep the water here is, and I didn't look for anyone to plead with me. Besides, who can I look for? My parents are urging me to get information every day, and I can't help it.
Just running around."
After Liu Zhi finished speaking, he threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, sat on the ground, buried his head in his legs, and clutched his hair with both hands.
In any case, no matter how unbearable Liu Lan is, she is still his biological sister, and it is reasonable to worry about her.
Yang Jun knows that at this time, no matter how you persuade him, it will be useless. This matter will take time to heal.
He patted Liu Zhi on the shoulder and said nothing.
He left the remaining half pack of cigarettes with Liu Zhi and then went down the cliff.
…
I came here not long ago.
Qin Xiuzhi stood in the yard, shouting loudly for everyone to eat.
There couldn't be many people sitting on the Kang in the house, so a long table was set up in the yard.
Yang Jun looked at the food and suddenly lost his appetite.
The dish was black pickles pickled with radish tassels. Perhaps to take care of Yang Jun's family, the second mother also fried the bacon she had saved during the winter. Seeing that there were at most two pieces of meat on each plate, no one had the nerve to pick it up.
At that time, Yang Laosi was going to pick up bacon, but was stopped by Wang Yuying.
Let alone rice, the black steamed buns make you lose your appetite just by looking at them.
This kind of steamed bun is made from a mixture of black beans and sorghum noodles. It tastes very bad and is even harder to swallow than steamed buns made from stick noodles.
Look at this steamed bun.
Yang Jun suddenly thought that in the ordinary world, Sun Shaoping was eating this kind of steamed buns when he was in high school.
At that time, people divided steamed buns into three categories: white-flour steamed buns were called white people, corn buns were jokingly called yellow people, and black and thick steamed buns like this were jokingly called black people.
Yang Jun took a bite. It was not that hard, but it felt a little bitter in his mouth. Fortunately, the sorghum noodles were sweet, so he ate them carefully.
Yang Jun took a special look at Yi Qiushui.
She kept making gestures with the black bun, bringing it to her mouth several times and then putting it down again, as if she was looking for a breakthrough.
But in the end, she still didn't eat.
I only had a bowl of wild vegetable porridge.
As for Wang Yuying and others, they seem to be used to this kind of food.
Before Yang Jun returned from his job, their family only had a ration of 24 kilograms of bayberry, which was not enough to eat. They would also replace the ration with inferior sorghum noodles, such as corn buns, which were pretty good.
The only one who is picky is Yang Huai. In the past few months, Yang Jun has spoiled him rotten. Every meal he eats is either white flour steamed buns or big meat buns. He has constant snacks and cannot swallow such whole grains.
Fortunately, the second mother gave him all the pieces of bacon on the plate to eat, so he stopped making a fuss.
After eating, Yang Jun and Yi Qiushui returned to the mourning hall and replaced Yang Dong to eat.
"The food doesn't suit your taste?"
Yang Jun took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, tore off the packaging, took out one, lit it on the fire in the ash basin, and took a nice puff.
"Aren't you used to it?" Yi Qiushui rubbed her belly and said coquettishly.
Yang Jun looked at Yi Qiushui distressedly and pinched her cheek lovingly.
"Hold on, I'll go to town to buy you delicious food tomorrow."
"Okay." Yi Qiushui said pitifully.
Yang Jun was leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette, thinking about his plans for the next few days.
During these ten days, he had to live and eat in the mourning hall. Food was easy to deal with. There were all kinds of delicious food in his own space, but he had to find a place where no one was around to take it out.
There is no need to think about living there. I can only sleep in the mourning hall and keep vigil.
The most difficult problem was going to the toilet. He didn't dare to praise the dry toilets in rural areas, so he could only stay away from them. Fortunately, this was a rural area, so he could easily get into the woods and grass to solve the problem.
As he thought about it, he felt something was wrong.
At the end of the day, I haven’t seen my grandpa.
Logically speaking, Yang Jun's family finally came here, and it was time for Grandpa to come out and meet him. There has been no one there the whole day.
"Anguo, where is grandpa? Why haven't I seen him?"
Yang Jun turned around and asked.
Yang Anguo spoke with a red circle and pointed to the northwest,
"It's by the river."
"By the river?" Yang Jun was startled and felt something was wrong, so he quickly called Anguo and walked out.
At this time, the sky was already blurry and dark, and the lights in every house were on. Seeing that his grandfather had not come back at this time, Yang Jun was worried that something might happen to him.
So we walked out of the courtyard, followed Xiaolu with Yang Anguo, and came to a small river at the entrance of the village.
From a distance, this small river stretches across the land like a jade belt, and you can faintly hear the sound of water hitting the reef.
On the edge of the river, a tall, old man turned his back to them.
He held a dry tobacco pot in his hand, and the tobacco in the pot flickered in the dark night.
"grandfather?"
Yang Anguo tried to shout.
"Hungry...it's Anguo."
The old man looked back and saw Yang Anguo, a smile flashed across his wrinkled face.
"Grandpa, you've been sitting here all day, come home with me for dinner."
Yang Anguo squatted beside him and said.
The old man ignored Yang Anguo and instead focused on Yang Jun, who came with Yang Anguo.
"You...you are a soldier, right?"
"Grandpa, it's me. I'm a soldier. I'll take you home for dinner."
Yang Jun quickly squatted down, held the old man's hand and said.
He could clearly feel that the old man's hands were trembling with excitement.
Yang Jun glanced at the pack on the cigarette.
The cigarette pack was flat and had been smoked, and there was still a puddle of cigarette ashes on the ground.
He could understand the old man's mood.
When it comes to grandma's death, who is most saddened, it must be grandpa.
As the saying goes, couples come together when they are young and keep company when they are old.
If my wife is gone, I will have no one to talk to, and no one will tell me any pain in my heart. I will live alone in this world.
"Okay, okay, my descendants of the Yang family are promising."
The old man held Yang Jun's hand and said excitedly.
"Let's go home and have dinner."
The old man put the pipe into his waist and stood up tremblingly.
Maybe he almost fell down because he had been sitting for a long time and the blood in his legs and feet was not circulating.
Yang Jun quickly helped him, then stepped forward, turned around and said, "Grandpa, my grandson will carry you home."
When the old man heard this, a look of relief flashed in his eyes, and he kept nodding his head and said,
"Okay, let my eldest grandson carry him home today."
After the old man finished speaking, with the help of Yang Anguo, he lay on Yang Jun's back.
Yang Jun put his hands behind his back, hugged him and pushed him, using all his strength together, he carried him directly on his back.
Logically speaking, the old man doesn't weigh much, but he feels particularly strenuous.
In fact, he knew in his heart that the old man was not heavy, but his clothes were important.
Unlike young people, this old man is not resistant to freezing. In addition, with the feudal thoughts in his bones, he is afraid that one day he will suddenly close his eyes, so he puts on all his clothes.
He once saw an old man who, except for his lower body, was wearing twelve pieces of clothing, including a cotton-padded jacket, a long-sleeved jacket, a vest, and even several summer shirts.
My grandfather’s name is Yang Wenhou. He is very literary and loyal. As his name suggests, apart from his literary talents, he is a genuine and honest person. He has never been shy with anyone in his life. Even if you point at his head and scold him, he just laughs.
He just laughed. He is a well-known honest man in the village and has high prestige in everyone's hearts.
After returning home, Qin Xiuzhi specially made a bowl of noodles for the old man, with an egg lying on it.
After the old man took a few bites, he called his grandchildren over and gave them the eggs. In addition, each of them picked a few chopsticks of noodles.
