Zhao Jingyi and Ru Yan changed their clothes, put on their hats, took their backpacks and sickles and went out.
The big one and the small one were left staring at each other.
On the way, Ru Yan looked at Zhao Jingyi and said absently: "Why don't you go with him if you don't want to?"
Zhao Jing shook her head and said: "My going will distract him and make him more tired. He will be back in a few days."
Ru Yan had no choice but to chuckle and said, "Then don't be unhappy."
Zhao Jing raised her head and said with embarrassment: "I'm not unhappy, I'm just a little reluctant."
Ru Yan looked at her as if she understood everything, and joked: "Younger is better."
Zhao Jing burst into laughter.
The two of them walked up the mountain talking and laughing.
When she arrived at the foot of the mountain, Zhao Jing felt a little emotional when she looked at the place she hadn't set foot in for many years, but it looked like there were still people digging wild vegetables.
Ru Yan looked up and said, "This mountain is quite big."
Zhao Jing smiled, turned around and pointed to the mountain in the distance and said, "The one over there is bigger, but few people go there."
Ru Yan nodded. She probably understood the reason without Zhao Jing having to say anything.
The two of them each carried a basket and started digging for wild vegetables.
On the train, Mr. Ji's bones were so tired from lying down.
He dragged the Jimu brothers to play chess with him.
These two stinky chess players are each stupider than the other.
Mr. Ji's attempt to win is meaningless.
I couldn't bring myself to talk to Mr. Su anymore.
Ji Xian said helplessly: "Dad, if it doesn't work, let's go find Uncle Sub. It's not a big problem."
Mr. Ji's face became even more disgusting: "If you want to go, you can go by yourself."
Mr. Su and Su Qingsheng walked over and happened to hear Mr. Ji's words: "Where are you going?"
Mr. Ji subconsciously wanted to say it was none of your business, but luckily he held back.
Seeing old man Su coming over, his arrogant little temper became tense.
"What are you doing here?"
Mr. Su knew what kind of temper he was, but it was not what he wanted. He said in a calm tone: "Passing by."
Mr. Ji was choked by his words.
His face suddenly turned foul again.
Jimu squeezed Su Qingsheng out of the way, and enthusiastically helped Mr. Su into the box: "Uncle Sub, come in and sit down."
"If someone doesn't welcome me very well, I won't go in."
Mr. Su kept talking about his body but followed him in honestly.
Brothers Ji Mu and Ji Xian said in unison: "How could you not welcome us?"
Ji Xian quickly took the cup and found tea leaves. Ma Liu brewed the tea and placed it in front of Mr. Su: "Uncle Su, sit down and drink tea."
Mr. Ji's face turned dark when he saw his two sons being so attentive to him.
But he didn't speak either.
Ji Xian walked over, handed the old man a step and said, "Dad, you are playing chess with Uncle Sub, and we are watching from the sidelines."
As he said that, he also laid out the chess pieces.
Someone handed him the steps, and Mr. Ji followed them down, but he still said stubbornly: "Since you want to see it, I will reluctantly play with him."
Mr. Su said sarcastically: "It sounds like you can beat me."
Mr. Ji was so angry at his rebuke that he refused to admit defeat.
"Then come and see who loses and who wins."
Brothers Ji Xian and Ji Mu breathed a sigh of relief.
After being abused all morning, I finally don’t have to be disliked anymore.
The two old men had a quarrel and it was their sons who suffered the most.
An Yue and Oumanman were talking at the side.
Oumanman grew up in the south and has never slept on a kang. He said with some expectation: "I heard that Ningshi sleeps on a kang, which makes it warm in winter."