Zhou Tianyu was reluctantly following his father to Song Tan's house.
The further I walked, the more my eyes widened!
He has been back to the village for several days, but the village is full of older people. When they meet, they ask about his marriage, children, friends, and how much he earns to buy a house and a car... which makes him very reluctant to show up. He has been at home these days.
It was air-conditioned.
His father also asked him to talk to Song Tan more than once.
He understands so well!
When you are young, let other people's children give you some learning experience. When you are older, let other people's children give you some successful experience...
So I was full of resistance.
But there was nothing I could do, my parents urged me, so I had to follow reluctantly.
But I never thought that Song Tan's house was located in a remote location, but the house was built so well!
The white walls, gray tiles, and upturned eaves make it look like a garden, exquisite and grand!
However, there was a large empty concrete field in front of the door, with only a dilapidated pickup truck parked. He always felt that there were weeds growing in this fairyland, which was very disharmonious.
I couldn't help but mutter: "Why is there such a large cement floor at the entrance? The simplicity of the mountain village is gone, and the exquisite villas are gone. They are not related..."
Zhou Maozhu glanced at him as expected, thinking that the child was becoming more and more out of tune.
He doesn't have the conditions at home. If he had the conditions, who wouldn't want to build such a large cement floor?
I heard from Song Sancheng that the bottom of his door was still poured with concrete!
It’s so convenient to go back and dry corn and vegetables! It doesn’t have to step in mud when it rains! It also saves the motorcycle from entering the yard and making a big mess.
It is also convenient for relatives to drive over during the holidays.
In short, in Zhou Maozhu's eyes, there is a large cement field outside the yard, which is simply the best!
But he said nothing.
Because I have noticed it in the past two days. The more I talk, the less Zhou Tianyu believes it and the less he wants to hear it.
Why not bring him here today and let the child accept beatings from successful people?
As people entered the yard, the three members of the family sniffed together——
"Ouch, this wine tastes really strong."
Mao Zhu's wife sighed.
Zhou Tianyu’s eyes lit up——
What a delicious wine smell!
Wulan was holding a large stainless steel basin, which contained steamed pumpkin peels and small grains of crops of unknown colors piled on top.
What is this? Zhou Tianyu murmured. It looked familiar, but he couldn't name it. But the smell of alcohol was so strong, could it be some new purple rice glutinous rice?
As if he suddenly realized it, he secretly commented: The glutinous rice wine was not cooked well, and the whole yard was filled with a strong smell of wine, which was too strong.
"Tianyu, this is your Aunt Wulan." Zhou Maozhu reminded him.
Zhou Tianyu was still able to entertain people, and he raised a smile at this moment: "Auntie, do you want to make pumpkin liqueur soup tonight? The wine tastes so strong."
He looked expectant.
Ah this.
Now it was Ulan's turn to be embarrassed. He was holding a large stainless steel basin and didn't know what to say.
Mao Zhu's wife didn't think something was right, so she quickly came over to smooth things over: "Yes, the smell of this wine is too strong. Wulan, what did you do? It looks like sorghum."
While he glanced at his son again, he thought that what Mao Zhu said made sense. Their family didn't grow much sorghum, but there were many fields in the village. How come the child couldn't even recognize sorghum after being away for several years?
Wulan breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly laughed and explained the matter lightly:
"Isn't this some wine brewed at home? Steamed sorghum is of no use. I might as well mix it with pumpkin peels and feed it to the pigs."
As he spoke, he looked at Zhou Tianyu and praised him: "This is Tianyu! It's been a while since we last met, and we've grown so big! I'm just a little thin. Isn't it stressful to live in a big city? Come back and call your mother Duo
Let me stew some meat for you."
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But I thought in my heart: It is just like Qiao Qiao said, with a square face but sunken cheeks...
No, no, I can’t think about it anymore!
When she thought about Qiao Qiao's pouty look, she wanted to laugh a little.
Zhou Tianyu Fangfang's cheeks turned red.
The pigs were fed wine lees, and he asked if it was pumpkin sweet wine soup for him to eat?
After all, I live in a big city, but when I lose my momentum when I speak, I almost lose face.
Zhou Maozhu came forward with interest, reached out and pinched a handful of sorghum, and then smelled a stronger aroma of wine. At this moment, he couldn't help but look forward to it:
"Good wine! Good wine! I'm going to take advantage of your family tonight."
"What's the point?" Ulan smiled nonchalantly and called Qiaoqiao:
"Here, get the plastic bags and put them all in the bags."
After all, there are so many sorghum rice husks that I can’t finish them in one meal. It’s hot today, so it’s not good to just leave them in the tank like this. Just follow Song Tan’s advice, pack them up and freeze them, and take out a pack every now and then to feed them.
good.
A group of people were chatting, and Zhou Maozhu asked his son and daughter-in-law to help Qiao pack the bags without anyone noticing. While looking left and right, he couldn't help but ask:
"Where's Thirty percent? Where's Tan Tan?"
Wu Lan pointed at the back slope and said, "The brewed wine needs a place to be stored. No, I want to put it in the sweet potato cellar. But my sweet potato cellar has not been used for many years. The child went down with her father to clean it up."
…
On the back slope.
As soon as the old door panel was removed, a suffocating air rose from underneath.
Their cellar was actually quite big. After all, in those days, winter storage and grain storage were all done here, and there were many children in the family, so Song Youde dug it according to the situation at that time.
Not to mention one tank of wine, a hundred tanks will be fine!
It was just that the opening was narrow, and after letting the air flow for a while, Song Sancheng told Song Tan: "Get down slowly, and tell dad if you feel uncomfortable."
Although their cellar is basically not stuffy, what if it happens?
Song Tan pulled the hemp rope around his waist, then looked at Song Sancheng who was carefully pulling the rope around the tree, and comforted: "
It’s okay, Dad, I’ve worked a lot at home, I’m more flexible now.”
As he spoke, he held his hands up and went down the cellar entrance.
On the slope, Song Sancheng nervously moved the hemp rope in his hand little by little, watching it slide inch by inch on the tree trunk toward the sweet potato cellar.
And underneath, if it weren't for fear of scaring her father, Song Tan would have untied the rope long ago.
The sweet potato cellar has not been used for more than ten years. Because it is well sealed, there is no dust, moisture, or water.
There are just a bunch of bugs on the wall, and there are quite a few crawling back and forth on the ground.
If it were Song Tan back then, he would have to shout both high and low.
But at this moment, she just said a disgusted "I mean——" and then flicked her fingers lightly.
The spiritual energy spreads instantly!
It's like an invisible force field pressing in all directions.
The insects paused for a moment keenly, and then fled like crazy along the hidden and winding entrances of the holes, but in an instant they were nowhere near the sweet potato cellar.
Song Tan then slowly exhaled.
Looking around again, the entire cellar was not only clean and fresh, but the walls were slightly sealed by the spiritual energy that had just spread, which was very good.
She took a small broom and swept away the cobweb signs in some places, and regarded it as completing the task.