Chapter 294 Holding your hand (3100) Write more at night
After Cao Zhenghu had breakfast, he went out for a walk for more than half an hour. Sometimes he would take Mengmeng out with him.
This is his daily activity.
In his own words, if you exercise, you can live a few more days and spend more time with Mengmeng.
For Cao Zhenghu, this was his home from childhood to old age. He was so familiar with every plant and tree in Caojiazhuang that he would sometimes chat with anyone he met on the road for more than half an hour.
But after Cao Zhenghu came back from outside today, he frowned and said to his grandson as soon as he entered the door: "Shujie, did you encounter a quarrel at your grandma Zhengting's house last time?"
"Yeah!" Cao Shujie nodded and asked, "Grandpa, have you encountered it too?"
"Well, I just walked to Nantou and heard that their house was quite noisy." Cao Zhenghu said.
"It's true for Jiankun, you have to take your time on this matter, don't be in a hurry, if he and his mother are arguing, how can it still be okay?"
Cao Jiankun is the son of the late Cao Zhengting, and his mother's name is Ma Yiying. Everyone in the village knows that she is sick, but they don't know what the disease is.
When it comes to going to the hospital for medical treatment, Ma Yiying firmly disagrees.
Cao Zhenghu could actually understand why Ma Yiying was quarreling. It was just that he didn't want to spend the money and was afraid of adding a burden to the family.
But Cao Jiankun was still filial and did not forget his mother's kindness in raising him. He wanted to see a doctor for his mother.
"Grandpa, what kind of disease does my grandma have? Besides, now the rural cooperative medical system can reimburse part of it. The longer the disease lasts, the worse it will become." Cao Shujie said.
Cao Zhenghu shook his head: "We all understand the truth, but who understands who this matter falls on?"
"As for what disease your grandma has, why don't you go see her? It may not be cured even with money." Cao Zhenghu said calmly.
When it comes to him, many things have been ignored.
Hearing what his grandfather said, Cao Shujie said: "Grandpa, it can't be cancer, right?"
"Cancer?" Cao Zhenghu looked up at his grandson, stretched out his hand and slapped him lightly: "You ask me, who should I ask?"
"Don't worry about other people's affairs if you have nothing to do. Aren't you making yourself uncomfortable?" Cao Zhenghu said to him.
Cao Shujie shrank his head back and received the slap on his back. He nodded with a smile and said, "Grandpa said so."
Cao Zhenghu found a shady spot in the yard and said to his grandson Cao Shujie: "Go and get me a rocking chair."
Cao Shujie lost his temper after being ordered to do so. He chuckled and went to carry his grandfather's rocking chair over and put it in the designated place for his grandfather.
"Grandpa, sit down." Cao Shujie served him like a servant, and he was happy to do so.
Cao Zhenghu looked at his grandson like this with a kind smile on his face: "Hey, you grandson."
Cao Shujie was smiling beside him and asked his grandfather: "Grandpa, do you want some tea? I'll make you a cup of good tea."
"Go, go, I'll drink boiled water, not tea." Cao Zhenghu said specifically.
Cao Shujie asked him: "If grandpa doesn't drink green tea today, will I make you black tea?"
Cao Zhenghu waved his hand: "I don't want to drink any tea. Just give me a glass of boiled water."
"Okay, just wait, it'll be over in a moment." Cao Shujie went to the house to mix some boiled water.
When he came out with boiled water, Cao Zhenghu was lying on the rocking chair, humming Peking Opera with squinted eyes. Cao Shujie didn't understand what his grandfather was humming.
"Grandpa, drink water."
While they were talking, Mengmeng ran out of the house: "Grandpa, daddy."
"Mengmeng, come here and sit on grandpa's lap." Cao Zhenghu sat upright from the rocking chair, handed the water glass to his grandson, grabbed Mengmeng's armpits with both hands, and held her on his lap to sit down.
"Hehe, grandpa, your beard." Mengmeng reached out and grabbed Cao Zhenghu's white beard.
She was neither light nor heavy, and her hand instinctively pulled back, straightening Cao Zhenghu's beard.
"hiss!"
Cao Zhenghu grinned in pain, then raised his hand to press the beard around his mouth, and forced a very forced smile: "Mengmeng, let go, you have broken the old man's beard."
Cao Shujie also saw it, and he quickly coaxed his daughter to let go of his grandfather's beard.
When he let go of his little hand, Cao Shujie clearly saw that there were still two broken beards in his daughter's hand.
"Your hands are really strong." Cao Shujie said softly.
Mengmeng didn't hear clearly and asked him: "Dad, what did you say?"
"I said your hands are really strong, stronger than my father's," Cao Shujie said.
"Huh!" Mengmeng turned her head 45 degrees, looking like she was pulling.
…
As the sun rose higher and higher, the temperature suddenly rose. Cao Shujie came to the mountain wearing shorts and sandals.
As soon as I came here, I saw that there were still people picking strawberries in the orchard, but there were not many people, and there were still people taking photos around the orchard.
Some people also find shade under a fruit tree to enjoy the cool air.
Many children in Caojiazhuang ran to the orchard, a little far away from the deer park, and watched the sika deer running around in the farm.
Thanks to Cao Shuchao and their rich experience in raising cattle, it is not that difficult to raise these 20 sika deer.
Mix the roughage and concentrate feed well, and the rest will fall into place.
Seeing Cao Shujie coming, Cao Jianjun came over and said to him: "Shujie, there are not many strawberries left."
"It's okay. After a while, the kiwi fruits will bear fruit," Cao Shujie said.
Normal kiwi fruits bear fruit before the Mid-Autumn Festival, but Cao Shujie's kiwi fruits bear fruit more than a month earlier than normal.
In addition, the taste is not bad, and each fruit can reach the standard of A-grade fruit or above. This is the fundamental reason why the price of kiwi fruits sold in his orchard is not low.
Arriving at the old orchard, Cao Shujie looked carefully at the kiwi fruits produced on the fruit trees. They were now larger than normal eggs.
In a few months at most, it will be time to pick the fruits and sell them.
Cao Shujie stood on the edge and took a deep breath. He seemed to smell the fruity fragrance of kiwi fruit.
"What are you doing?" Cheng Xiaolin's voice suddenly rang in her ears.
Cao Shujie looked back at his wife. Cheng Xiaolin was holding a handheld video recorder and a Dajiang Elf 1 generation drone in her hand. She was planning to come over again to take pictures.
"Take a video?" Cao Shujie asked her.
Cheng Xiaolin nodded: "The kiwi fruit will be ripe in another month. I will shoot a few videos to promote it in advance so that no one will know about it."
Cao Shujie heard his wife say this, and then stretched out his hand: "Which one should I operate? Please tell me!"
Cheng Xiaolin laughed: "Look at your virtue."
As she spoke, Cheng Xiaolin handed the handheld video recorder to her husband: "Please help me record the video, don't let your hands shake too much, you know?"
"Don't worry, I still have this skill." Cao Shujie said with a smile.
In the following time, the two of them, one held a handheld video recorder to shoot, and the other operated a Dajiang Elf first-generation drone to take aerial photos.
Cheng Xiaolin occasionally instructs Cao Shujie on what to do, and Cao Shujie immediately follows the action.
Unknowingly, the whole morning passed. The Dajiang Elf first-generation drone that was buzzing in the sky slowly landed on the ground. Cao Shujie bent down and picked it up.
"Go back?" he asked his wife.
Cheng Xiaolin looked at the time, nodded and said, "At this point, it's time to go back and cook."
"Okay, wait until I put the drone away." Cao Shujie first handed the handheld video recorder to his wife, then disassembled the drone parts and put them together with the remote control in a special box.
"Let's go!" Cao Shujie said after finishing it.
Cheng Xiaolin was walking in front of her holding a handheld video recorder. Cao Shujie saw how lively his wife was and ran a few steps to catch up. His quick eyesight and quick hands grasped his wife's free left hand.
Cheng Xiaolin subconsciously waved her hand away, but turned to look at Cao Shujie: "What are you doing!"
"Nothing to do!" Cao Shujie said with a smile: "Hold your hand, don't tire you."
"Bah!" Cheng Xiaolin groaned, but she didn't break free. Instead, she clasped her fingers together and held her tighter.
The couple came to the foot of the mountain together. Before entering the house, they saw Mengmeng running out of the house holding a pink balloon.
When she saw her father and mother coming back, she was stunned for a moment, then shouted happily: "Dad, look, I played the ball."
"Mom, look!"
At this moment, Mengmeng seemed particularly excited.
But why did Cao Shujie not believe it so much? He lowered his head and asked: "Is it really you who blew it?"
"Yeah!" Mengmeng nodded, and then said: "Grandpa also helped."
Hearing her say this, Cao Shujie laughed.
…
Xinjiang Changji, Cao Zhen's life has become more and more prosperous since he married Patiguli.
In less than three months, Cao Zhen’s face and body were all visibly fatter than a swimming circle.
With his fair and chubby appearance, if he returned to Caojiazhuang, many people would probably not recognize him at first sight.
The 5,000 yuan of land he rented last year has been completely planted with cotton.
Cao Zhen also hired several workers here for a long time to help him with weeding, insect removal, pesticide application, etc.
At this time, Cao Zhen did not give random orders.
Because he knows nothing about cotton cultivation!
As lunch time approached, Cao Zhen counted the time and drove towards his wife's restaurant.
After arriving here, as expected, Patiguli had already cooked a dish for him, along with two steamed buns and a pot of tea.
Seeing him coming, Patiguli pointed to the dining table with steamed buns and vegetables and said, "Eat it quickly, or it will get cold if you don't eat it."
"Hehe!" Cao Zhen smiled proudly.
"You look silly, why are you laughing?" Patiguli asked him.
Cao Zhen shook his head and said: "You are so kind to me, I have gained twenty pounds."
"Bah, don't eat if you don't want to eat. You'll be hungry!" Patiguli said.
Cao Zhen quickly stretched out his hand to protect it: "Nonsense, it would be a waste if you don't eat it."
While eating and drinking tea, Cao Zhen asked: "Patiguli, how are you preparing? When do you plan to open a restaurant in Yiling City?"
He said: "I heard from a buddy of mine that the fifth floor of their five-star department store was renovated and all branded gourmet restaurants were rented, and they were going to be turned into a gourmet area."
"I'm thinking that if you go over with your Xinjiang chicken, and bring some special dishes, and give it a resounding name, it will definitely become popular." Cao Zhen said solemnly.
He was paving the way in advance to go back.
I took my wife and kids out and came back a little late.
In addition, the company has recently been undergoing layoffs, which is hard to explain.
