Yang Dan blinked his eyes, looking as if he would shed tears immediately if it weren't for my gift. Cheng Xiaoyu smiled and touched his niece's head, took out the PSP filled with mini games and stuffed it into his niece's hand: "Pull the hook first.
, I’m only giving it to you if it doesn’t affect your studies.”
Yang Dan didn't know what it was at first. After Cheng Xiaoyu briefly demonstrated the contents, the little girl's eyes immediately lit up. She grabbed it and covered it in her arms. Regardless of her mother's cold eyes, she quickly stretched out her little finger in front of Cheng Xiaoyu: "Pull the hook.
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"Hang yourself with a hook and it won't change for a hundred years."
With toys that are better and more comfortable to hold in your hands, the laptop, which is a "big game console" for Yang Dan, has completely lost its status in front of the PSP.
"Daewoo, what are you doing? I've seen that thing before, it costs more than a thousand yuan." Yang Guoping is also a simple and honest man. Although he has some complaints about his wife taking too much care of her parents for so many years, on issues of principle, he is still that simple and honest person.
His.
"You know what this is called, returning home in fine clothes." Cheng Xiaoyu laughed and covered up the matter. He didn't want to continue to struggle with the issue of how much money he spent. He took out the Maotai Wuliangye wine, Yuxi, and Furong that he bought in Chuncheng from his suitcase.
Wang and Red Panda were waiting for more than 20 yuan of cigarettes. Then they took out a plastic bag with several kilograms of tobacco leaves in it and placed it on the kang: "Brother-in-law, you take half of these cigarettes first, and you give the rest to dad."
I'll give it to my relatives, and we'll buy some tomorrow when we go to town to buy new year's goods. You guys prepare it first, and I'll go get grandpa over for dinner." Without giving everyone a chance to speak, he hugged Yang, who was already eager to go out and show off to his friends.
Dan left the room and walked towards the hill not far away.
"Dad, what's wrong with Daewoo? These things cost thousands of dollars. Can he make so much money in Spring City?" Yang Guoping has some knowledge and knows that these things are valuable. He takes half of a dozen cigarettes, and some
I don't dare to take it.
Wang Xiumei and Cheng Xiaojuan were also in a daze. This time Daewoo came back and the changes were too big. Last year, when the boy from the old Zhang family came back, he said that Cheng Xiaoyu could only survive enough to eat and drink in Chuncheng. What happened?
In the end, it was the head of the family who made the decision. Cheng Laoshi reached out to pick up the beautifully packaged wine and put it on the cabinet, facing the door of the room. Whoever came in would be the first to see it.
"What should I be afraid of if my son is a filial son after I buy it? My son won't steal it. Guoping, take it as long as you want. When the time comes, I'll get some bottles of wine and cartons of cigarettes for my in-laws."
Everyone can see that Cheng Laoshi is really happy. He let his son go to the city under the puzzled eyes of many people, and relied on family support for the first year. This makes Cheng Laoshi, who hopes that his son can bring glory to his ancestors, face in the village.
It's not good to see, especially the family of his daughter and son-in-law. He feels that he is indebted, and the people on his in-laws' side don't move around much. He is afraid of the sarcasm that comes out of them from time to time. Now that it's better, let them see what it means to be generous. I
Son, this is called a big deal.
"Huh." A smile appeared on Yang Guoping's dark face. He picked up a few cigarettes and couldn't close his mouth. He opened a Yuxi to share with his father-in-law this good cigarette that they only come across only a few times a year.
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Cheng Xiaoyu looked at Yang Dan who was showing off her new toy with the children, and knew that he couldn't pull her away for a while, so he shouted: "Dandan, play for a while and then go home. It's time to eat soon."
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"I know, uncle."
The hill not far away is more appropriately described as a big earth bag. Compared with the area where the village is located, it is more than ten meters higher than the horizontal level. The foot of the hill and the hillside are cultivated land. There are some poplar trees on the hill, and the top of the hill is covered.
There are two tile-roofed houses. Cheng Xiaoyu's grandfather, the famous old man Cheng in the village, lives here. He does not live with his son and daughter in his eighties. He has a eccentric personality and lives in the mountains. The land under his name is not cultivated by his children.
When he is over seventy years old, he farms his own land and eats everything by himself. He is very serious and avoids contact with the villagers. As the youngest grandson born to the youngest son of the old man, Cheng Xiaoyu is one of the very few people who can get along with his grandfather, including the next generation Yang Dan.
For generations, it is difficult to see a slight smile on the old man's face.
Following the path used by people who catch wild pheasants in the village during winter, Cheng Xiaoyu walked towards the top of the mountain where his grandfather lived. The country has explicitly banned catching wild pheasants, but in rural areas it seems to have become a must for villagers during the slack season in winter.
If you stand on a high place early in the morning and there was a snowfall last night, you will see black dots walking on the snow in the vast white field. That kind of fun is not the same as catching pheasants.
Going to pheasants is not just for fun, but to enjoy the process of catching them. Of course, it is even more fun if there is a harvest.
When Cheng Xiaoyu rushed to the top of the mountain, the strange old man Cheng was walking back from the other end of the mountain carrying a pheasant. He was in his eighties and was as healthy as a young man. He was in good spirits. If it weren't for the silver threads all over his head, you would still be here.
I really can’t tell that this is an old man who is nearly ninety years old, with a straight back. It is said that when he was young, the old man participated in the Anti-Japanese War in his teens and was a veteran of the Liberation War, the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, but the strange thing is
Cheng Xiaoyu has never heard the old man talk about his war history since he was a child.
"grandfather!"
"It's your boy." The old man looked at Cheng Xiaoyu, without stopping his movements, but with a slight smile on his face. This was an unkind behavior in the eyes of outsiders, but if everyone in this village knew that Cheng Xiaoyu
The old weirdo's cold face remained the same for ten years.
"Grandpa, let's go to my house for dinner." Cheng Xiaoyu stepped forward and helped grandpa dust the snowflakes off his body.
"No, you want to come over tonight, kid, and I'll fry pheasant chicken for you." The old man shook his head. To put it nicely, it means that the old man doesn't want to burden his children. He lives a rigid life. At worst, he means he is stubborn, has a weird personality, and is stupid.
Bone, a tendon.
How could Cheng Xiaoyu not know how to catch the old man's pulse after all these years? He smiled and said: "I got some good tobacco leaves for you. If you want it, I can smoke it for my father. And I spent a lot of effort."
You don’t want to drink the Erguotou puree you just bought? Let’s go!”
"Smelly boy..." No matter how stubborn the old man was, he was willing to accept the little tricks played by his grandson that he had loved playing since childhood. He smiled and followed Cheng Xiaoyu up and down, while handing the pheasant in his hand to him: "Here is this.
It’s up to you, go back and stir-fry.”
The old man walked into Cheng's house with his hands behind his back. Cheng Laoshi, Wang Xiumei, Cheng Xiaojuan, and Yang Guoping stood in line at the door to greet him. They respectfully called dad and grandpa, and the response they received was a gentle snort from the old man's nose.
Cheng Laoshi waited on him, but never got the old man's smile. He came to the table early and drank by himself, smoking the tobacco leaves that Cheng Xiaoyu asked someone to get, and taking a few bites of pickles. If Cheng Xiaoyu hadn't made fun of him, Wang Xiumei and
Cheng Xiaojuan didn't even dare to go to the table to eat. The lively Yang Dan became even more well-behaved and well-behaved when she saw her great-grandfather.
After three rounds of wine and five dishes, the old man's face flushed, and the iceberg began to melt. He gave the family a little smile. When he walked out of the house after eating and drinking, he suddenly said to Cheng Xiaoyu: "Boy,
I'm too weak, so I'll start hiking with me tomorrow morning." (To be continued)