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At the entrance of the village, when Huo Erhuai reached out to pick up An An, he stuffed a purse into Huo Da's sleeve and said, "Dad, please keep the flowers." He took An An and turned around to leave.
An An lay on her father's shoulder, feeling a little reluctant to leave this grandpa. She grinned and waved goodbye to Huo Da.
Huo Da pinched the money bag in his sleeve, his eyes were red. At the entrance of the village, he saw them disappearing without moving.
"Second brother, did you give dad money?" Huo Wuniang asked.
Huo Erhuai didn't say anything, and Huo Wuniang sighed: "My mother has all the money at home, but my father has no money even if he smokes a few water pipes."
Yang and Huo Xi each carried a baggage and followed behind without saying anything. When they reached the fork, the two families separated.
"Cousin, after the Chinese New Year, I will go to the city to play with you."
Huo Xi smiled at Wei He and waved to her.
By the time the family returned to the boat, Zhufeng and Tayue were so bored that they netted many fish. An An was lying next to the fishing box and couldn't stop watching.
The boat entered a tributary of the Qinhuai River and rowed towards Zhuangzi.
Yang packed up the local products in two bags and said to Huo Xi, "Your father never carried anything back in the past years."
Huo Erhuai felt a little uncomfortable: "Our family doesn't lack those things either."
"It's one thing not to lack, but another thing to give or not." She brought so many gifts back every year and stuffed money into the two elders, but she didn't pack away the local products for her grandchildren. Mrs. Yang couldn't bear it.
Just say a few words.
Seeing Huo Erhuai sitting on pins and needles with an uncomfortable look on his face, Huo Xi smiled and changed the subject: "We found some good things on our trip back to Huojiaba."
"Those mottled bamboos?"
"That's right. When the New Year is over, I'll ask dad to find someone to pick it up. Then I'll give it to the old man to make high-quality fans and sell them overseas. I can make a lot of money."
Yang's hand paused: "Taking food overseas? Your uncle is going to get married next year. I'm afraid he won't be able to go, right?"