Seeing Zhao Youcai coming back, Zhao Hong and Zhao Na called out to Dad. Zhao Youcai said "hmm", then took off his cotton-padded jacket and looked at Zhao Jun.
"Dad." Zhao Jun said with a smile: "Why are you back so early today?"
"What?" Zhao Youcai carried the cotton-padded jacket and handed it to the hook on the wall, but his eyes were fixed on Zhao Jun, and he asked in a sultry voice: "This is my home, can't I come back early?"
Zhao Jun: "..."
At this time, Wang Meilan, who had gone to look for a rice spoon in the dish rack, came back, glanced at Zhao Youcai, and asked, "What happened? Did you drink it?"
Seeing Wang Meilan, Zhao Youcai lost his temper and muttered: "I haven't drunk, I haven't eaten yet."
"Didn't you drink?" Wang Meilan separated the chopsticks, handed one pair to Zhao Na, and the other pair to Zhao Hong, then turned around and asked: "You didn't drink, why are your cheeks so red?"
"Ah, let's go outside, it's so windy." Zhao Youcai said, took off his shoes and got on the kang, took the chopsticks from Wang Meilan's hand, glanced at the table, then raised his head and said to Zhao Jun: "Go, give me the wine
Bring it."
"Hey, okay." Zhao Jun heard this and hurriedly got up and went to the outhouse to bring Zhao Youcai a wine barrel and a wine glass. Then he unscrewed the lid of the wine barrel filially and poured half a glass of wine into Zhao Youcai.
"Son, please sit down and eat." Wang Meilan asked Zhao Jun to sit down and handed him the chopsticks.
The food was good, and the family of five ate very well. However, the two little girls were young and didn’t eat much. They each ate less than half a bowl and then left the table to play.
After a while, Wang Meilan also put down her chopsticks, but she just sat on the kang and watched Zhao Jun and Zhao Youcai eating.
Sometimes, being able to quietly watch your loved ones eat is a great happiness.
One is a man who has lived half his life. Although Zhao Youcai can be stubborn sometimes, after so many years, even in the most painful and difficult days, he has never allowed himself to be wronged.
The other is my son. This is the flesh that fell from my body. When he was first born, he weighed less than seven pounds.
And now, there is no child in Mantunzi who is more filial and more promising than his own son.
At this moment, Wang Meilan, who felt that her life was very happy, turned to Zhao Youcai and said: "His father, someday you go and talk to Guofeng and grant a piece of land to our son. After that, we will prepare things and build a house for the child."
."
"Yeah." Zhao Youcai snorted and responded briefly.
Wang Meilan, feeling delighted, continued: "I told my son at that time that I wanted to buy him a motorcycle before he gets married."
"How much will it cost?" After hearing Wang Meilan say that he wanted to buy a motorcycle for Zhao Jun, Zhao Youcai glared at Zhao Jun sideways, but said to Wang Meilan: "If you build a house and marry a wife, our family still has money.
What?"
"Yes." Wang Meilan, who was immersed in the beautiful vision, still said enthusiastically: "Our son has made so much money in the past six months, and what I have saved over the years, it is enough."<
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He didn't know whether he was angry or had drunk too much. When Zhao Youcai heard this, he put down his wine glass on the table and said to Wang Meilan: "Why didn't you say that I still earned it?"
As soon as Zhao Youcai said these words, the east room of Zhao Jun's house fell silent for an instant, and the two young ladies who were rolling over and playing on the kang beside them did not dare to make a sound.
Zhao Youcai suddenly felt something bad, and he was about to say a few nice words to calm down, but Wang Meilan slapped the table and shouted: "Zhao Youcai, what do you mean by this? You mean I don't work and I don't make money!"<
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"No, no." Zhao Youcai panicked all of a sudden and hurriedly waved his hands and said: "How can you be thinking like this? How could I mean this? Our family has relied on you all these years, to serve the land and take care of the family..." Zhao Jun was sitting opposite Zhao Youcai. At this time, he was almost stuffing his head with his job. His father was such a bitch. He had to be scolded to be motivated.
Wang Meilan glared at Zhao Youcai fiercely, picked up the chopsticks on the table with one hand, picked up Zhao Hong's, Zhao Na's and her own bowls with the other hand, stacked the three bowls together, took them and walked to the outhouse.<
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Zhao Jun still ate without saying a word, while Zhao Youcai, who was sitting opposite him, sat cross-legged with his back straight, holding the wine glass to his mouth, sipping it in small sips, while keeping his eyes on
On Zhao Jun.
But when Zhao Jun ignored him, Zhao Youcai rolled his eyes, put the wine glass on the kang table, and asked Zhao Jun: "When I saw you in the canteen today, the clothes you were wearing didn't seem to be the ones you wore before leaving home yesterday.
Yeah?"
"Ah." When Zhao Youcai asked about this, Zhao Jun explained it to him in a short and long way.
But after hearing this, Zhao Youcai didn't seem to be very satisfied. Instead, he scolded: "Just give good cotton jackets and trousers to others, don't they come from money? I work hard in the field all day, and you just sit outside.
A disaster, right?"
Isn’t this just looking for trouble?
Zhao Jun didn't want a cotton coat, but he was going to a venue at that time. Wouldn't it embarrass his brother-in-law by wearing such a suit? Wouldn't it embarrass him, Zhao Youcai?
Let’s not talk about whether the clothes can be washed after they are brought back. But if you give one away, don’t you wear a new one when you get it back?
Besides, Zhao Youcai is not a worker, he is just a cook. How much work can he do in a day? If he works hard, he will almost become a man just sitting in the cafeteria in one day.
Zhao Jun also got angry when he thought that his nose was not his nose and his eyes were not his eyes since he came back.
The key is that when he is full, he can go back to the house.
So, Zhao Jun immediately responded: "I think Uncle Hu and I are in a very difficult situation. The cotton-padded jacket and cotton trousers are full of blood, and they can't be washed out. What else can I do to them?"
"What?" Zhao Youcai shouted: "I see you have a good life for two days, but you don't know what to do? Can you give me a cotton-padded jacket and trousers to anyone you want?"
"What can't you do?" Zhao Jun said, "I didn't even put any money in my cotton-padded jacket."
"I..." Zhao Youcai was stunned on the spot for a moment. After two seconds, he came back to his senses and pointed at Zhao Jun and roared: "You little brat..."
"You kid..." At this time, Wang Meilan rushed in from the outer room, raised her hand and slapped Zhao Jun lightly on the back. When she spoke again, she couldn't hold back her laughter, and while laughing, she
"Angrily scolded" Zhao Jun: "Why are you talking to your dad? Go back to your house."
My mother gave me the steps, and Zhao Jun ran away immediately, and Wang Meilan followed immediately. In the east room, only Zhao Hong, Zhao Na, and Zhao Na, who were rolling around on the kang, and sitting at the kang table with their eyes wide open in anger, were left.
Zhao Youcai.
Suddenly, Zhao Youcai picked up the wine glass, raised his neck and drank the wine in one gulp.
The sorghum wine at 56° was quite strong. There was more than one or two left in the cup just now, and Zhao Youcai drank it in a hurry. After one gulp, a spicy taste went straight from his throat to his forehead, which made Zhao Youcai frown and tighten his nose.
Close your eyes and cover your head.
Wang Meilan followed Zhao Jun into the opposite room, turned around and closed the door, then faced Zhao Jun and the three injured dogs, and began to educate Zhao Jun.
"Son, you can't do this to your dad." Wang Meilan said: "Why are you always angry with him?"
Zhao Jun chuckled and said, "Mom, can't I hold it back? You see, as soon as he comes back, he starts hitting me with words."
"Hey, you kid." Wang Meilan said complainingly: "That guy is also your dad, you can't always be angry with him."
"Mom, no..."
"What's wrong?" Seeing that Zhao Jun still wanted to tell the difference, Wang Meilan said angrily: "If you want to make him angry, won't it be us and my mother who will suffer?"
