When Lao Zhoutou returned to his hometown in old age, he returned to his hometown in fine clothes. He was already very old when he returned to his hometown, but many of his old friends were still there, including people who were senior to him or of the same generation as him.
Qili Village has been developing well over the years. Since the people in the village started planting ginger and medicinal materials with the Zhou family, everyone’s income has increased every year. With the subsequent promotion of new rice seeds, Qili Village was the first village to benefit.
After having enough to eat and drink, and having enough money, and the school owned by Mr. Bai has always been there, even if the children in the village are not capable of taking the imperial examination, they will be sent to study for a few years, and they will know a few words and be able to do arithmetic. After they go out,
He has more knowledge and ability than the average person.
The Zhou family did not hesitate to take them out. Whether it was Zhou Lang or Zhou Lang, as long as they wanted to go out to the village, they would take them with them, or work with them, or go out and work alone.
Although there have been disputes, when outsiders meet them, they all say that they are from Qili Village in Luojiang County. They can work together as a team and outsiders will not dare to bully them easily.
People in Qili Village are very grateful to the Zhou family for their support, just as the Zhou family is very grateful to the villagers of Qili Village for their protection over the past ten years.
Even if they usually make a lot of noise, on good days, everyone wants to wear a pair of trousers. On bad days, they can stand in front of the door with a hoe and curse for three days and three nights. Usually, they can make noises over a piece of business, or even a vegetable.
It gets better, but it doesn't take long for it to get better again, especially in front of outsiders.
In the words of the old people, if you break the bones and connect the tendons, if you meet each other outside, you are a family. Help when you can help. People should remember their gratitude and don't always hold grudges...
But this is all a matter for the younger generation. By the age of Lao Zhoutou and the others, there is no hatred anymore and everything is taken lightly.
When he saw the elderly Zhou Dayuan again under the banyan tree at the entrance of the village, he greeted him, "Dayuan, has your wife asked you to go out and chat?"
Zhou Dayuan, who is about the same age as Lao Zhoutou, said dullly: "Uncle Jin, why do you still remember this? Isn't it because she didn't let me go to your house for dinner when you returned to the village? It also saved your family a lot of money."
Here’s a bowl of rice.”
Lao Zhoutou curled his lips, with a look of disgust on his face, "Does my family lack your bowl of rice? Your grandson followed my fourth son when he went out, and then he became mature. Your wife asked your grandson to abandon my family and go out on his own. It's unethical.
"
Zhou Dayuan was sullen and silent.
So don’t hold grudges, take everything lightly, and also look at people, hahahaha...
Lao Zhoutou did not dislike the other party. He moved his heavy body and gave up half a stone, "Come and sit."
He touched in his sleeve pockets and took out a few oranges, and said to him proudly: "My Manbao was sent to my house by someone. They are different from the ones grown in our village. They are from Lingnan. They are better than those grown in our village."
The ones we have here are much sweeter, let me give you one."
Zhou Dayuan took it, but did not eat it, but put it into his sleeve.
Lao Zhoutou pulled his sleeve and said, "You have to eat. I'll give it to you, but not to your wife."
Zhou Dayuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and slapped Lao Zhoutou's hand away, "Uncle Jin, you are so fussy with your niece-in-law, and I'm not giving these oranges to her, I'm giving them to my great-grandson."
"Don't believe it, there's only one person. How can this good thing get into other people's mouths?" The older Zhou Tou got, the less taboo he spoke, and said: "Your wife only cares about herself. She even robs her son and grandson's money. I
I don’t believe she can love her grandson-in-law."
"No matter what is impossible, people will change."
Lao Zhoutou didn't want to give the fruit to him anymore and wanted to snatch it back, "Your wife has a bad heart. It's strange that she would change."
"Who do you think has a bad heart?" Mrs. Zhang was already over seventy, but she walked over as fast as flying. She pinched her waist and asked Zhou Jin, "Tell me again, who has a bad heart? Why is my heart not so good?
Already?"
Lao Zhou lowered his head and said nothing. In the village, it is very disrespectful for a man to quarrel with a woman.
When Mrs. Zhang saw that he was silent, she became more and more confident, "Uncle Jin, you can't just talk nonsense just because of your seniority. I care deeply about my children. Why is it bad? Ask Dayuan, am I okay?"
Zhou Dayuan didn't dare to say it was not good, so he hurriedly said: "Okay, very good."
Everyone despised Zhou Dayuan in their hearts, but they still wanted to persuade them to make peace, so they persuaded the two of them, "Daughter-in-law Dayuan, your Uncle Jin didn't mean that. He just feels sorry for Donkey and Goudan."
Some people also said to Zhou Jin, "How can you say that about your niece-in-law? She has changed for the better in the past few years."
Zhou Jin just didn't want to quarrel with the woman, and he didn't want to coward her, so he blatantly curled his lips to express his disapproval.
This irritated Ms. Zhang, and she pointed the finger at Zhou Jin, "If we talk about the bad things in the past, who sitting here can compare to Uncle Jin?"
She said: "Come to think of it, Lao Qian and I were sisters when we were in our parents' families. She was praised by so many people when she was a girl. No one from every village in the world said anything bad about her. As a result, you suffered so much when you married Uncle Jin.
"
"In the past, when a broom fell in front of you, you could go around and pretend you couldn't see it, but here you are still comparing yourself to me..."
The people next to her hurriedly grabbed Ms. Zhang and asked her to speak less, and said to Zhou Jin: "It's all over. Didn't you learn well later? So this person will change."
Zhou Jin: ...I’m so angry.
"Yeah, who would have thought that Zhou Jin would be able to pull a plow and plow the fields later? They all thought that my nephew and his wife would have to suffer for the rest of their lives."
"Oh, my aunt actually had a hard life, but later her sons became filial and Man Bao became successful again."
"Uncle Jin will still give birth."
"It's true that Uncle Jin is lucky."
"Yes, yes, you are lucky. Let alone Man Bao. The big men are also capable of doing very well, especially Shiro. Are they getting better now?"
"My aunt still has to be able to teach children, otherwise if she learns from Uncle Jin..."
Someone immediately said: "That would be a sin. If there are so many children like Zhou Jin, then the brothers and sisters will die of worry."
Zhou Jin:……
Although Mrs. Zhang had been fighting with Mrs. Qian all her life, she was happy to make Zhou Jin unhappy now, so she praised Mrs. Qian vigorously, "That's not it. My sister was so lively and capable when she was in her parents' house.
, after arriving at your Zhou family, I have been soaked in Coptis chinensis all my life. Zhou Yin knew that he cared about his sister-in-law and gave her a good daughter, so she managed to survive. Otherwise, this life would have been so miserable."
"It's not that bad. The big guys are all hard-working. Even if life is not as easy as now, it won't be any worse." Someone said: "Hard-working people will not have a bad life anywhere."
Zhou Jin finally returned full of anger.
Mrs. Qian was sitting under the eaves, basking in the sun, shaking the cattail leaf fan in her hand. Next to her, a child was squatting and playing with ants.
Seeing Zhou Jin coming back with his hands behind his back, the child immediately dropped the stick in his hand and ran up, "Zu Zu, can I not go to school tomorrow? I will be filial to you at home."