Su Cheng, the little Jiujiu from the third uncle’s family, doesn’t know, because he has neither a system nor any other golden fingers. Even if he knew, Su Cheng wouldn’t care. There is no one in the world who doesn’t have any selfish intentions. As long as he doesn’t touch
Just touch his bottom line.
So what's Su Cheng's bottom line?
It's just that you have a scale in mind. It doesn't matter if a pound of something gives you half a pound, but if you insist on saying it's eight ounces, then don't blame everyone for looking bad.
Putting all this aside, Su Cheng said goodbye to his third aunt, carried his luggage, passed through the two arched doorways in the front yard and the middle yard, and arrived at the backyard.
According to the memory of the original person, his house is located on the west side of the backyard, a small house of less than thirty square meters. According to the layout of the former palace, this house is equivalent to a place for the maids to live.
So it’s okay that the house is not big, and the surrounding lighting is not very good. The layout of the house is even more simple. There are no partitions. There is the living room at the door, with some tables, chairs and other daily necessities placed, and the place against the wall is
It's the bed and the cabinet.
The space in the house was limited, so there was no way to set up a stove inside, but luckily there was an open space of about ten square meters in front of the door, so I set up a stove next to the house. However, if it was windy or rainy, the stove would not be covered.
, cooking will be a troublesome thing.
As soon as he stepped into the backyard, Su Cheng saw an old lady with sparse white hair and a hunched back beside the stove in front of his house, making a fire to cook.
"grandmother!"
There were still a few steps away, and Su Cheng couldn't help but shout out. Originally, he thought he would be a little alienated from the old lady. After all, he was not the original owner and could not accept a stranger as his own quickly.
Relatives.
But when he saw the old lady, he realized that he was wrong, very wrong.
He inherited the memory of the original owner, and also inherited the original owner's affection for the old lady. Everything in that blood is connected.
Diemengzhuang, Zhouzhuang, Zhoumengdie, how can we tell clearly who is from whom?
At this moment, Su Cheng completed his sublimation.
He is Su Cheng who lives in the present and has nothing to do with the past or the future.
So naturally when he saw the old lady, he became excited.
"Seiko!?"
The deaf old lady heard the voice that had sounded in her ears countless times. She was washing rice porridge for a while. She turned her head and saw the figure she cared about day and night. A strange rosiness appeared on her wrinkled face.
, mist suddenly appeared in his turbid old eyes, and he cried out,
"My dear grandson, my dear grandson, you are finally back."
Su Cheng put his luggage in front of the door and walked quickly to the deaf old lady. Looking at the old lady with sparse white hair and wrinkles on her face, she felt quite emotional. The old lady was already over eighty this year.
, this is the age when you should be enjoying family happiness, but you lost your husband and children early, and became a lonely old man.
He originally had a grandson who he had raised by himself, but he didn't want him to join the army as soon as he came of age, and he stayed there for many years.
Su Cheng could imagine the hardships the old lady had gone through these years, so he supported the old lady and said softly,
"Grandma, I'm back, your good grandson is back!"
The deaf old lady's withered hands tightly grasped Su Cheng's arm and she said angrily,
"You still know how to come back?"
After a pause, he choked with tears and said,
"It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back!"
Su Cheng looked at the old lady's thin body and heard the old lady's seemingly contradictory words. He felt a little sad for a moment. He patted the old lady on the back, trying to get the old lady out of this sad atmosphere.
"Grandma, am I back? Why are you crying now? Look at you, you have turned into a big cat."
After hearing what Su Cheng said, the deaf old lady forcefully defended herself and said,
"What nonsense are you talking about? Grandma didn't cry. It was windy just now and she had sand eyes."
When Su Cheng heard this, he said seriously in a playful tone, pretending to be angry,
"This wind is really hateful. It made my grandma cry. I will never spare him!"
The old lady looked at Su Cheng, who had a serious look on his face, and laughed and cursed,
"You monkey grandson, are you itchy again?"
In the midst of laughing and cursing, the original sentimental atmosphere was swept away. At this moment, Su Cheng noticed the dinner that the old lady was about to cook next to the stove.
In a small round aluminum pot, a few pieces of sweet potatoes and some corn noodles were put in it. Obviously, the old lady's dinner was porridge made from these sweet potatoes and corn noodles.
Su Cheng couldn't help but frowned. The food was so bad. In this age of belt-tightening, most people only ate steamed buns made of stick noodles, which were hard and stuck in the throat. The old man had bad teeth.
They can't eat it, so most of them make it into stick porridge, but if they have some conditions, they will let the elderly eat rice and white flour steamed buns.
In the past few years in the north, Su Cheng has emerged as a technical backbone in that black land. When he wanted to live a better life, he also thought about the deaf old lady and often mailed some money and tickets to the old lady. Logically speaking,
The old lady's food shouldn't be so bad.
"Grandma, why do you just eat these?"
Su Cheng said to the old lady angrily,
"Didn't I send you some food stamps and meat stamps? Didn't you use them?"
The old lady pretended not to hear Su Cheng's complaint, took Su Cheng's hand and said mysteriously,
"Grandma has saved all the tickets you sent. Grandma also has some dowry. When the time comes, she can keep it and marry you a big wife."
Su Cheng couldn't laugh or cry when he heard the old lady's words. He was still a little emotional at first, but he was instantly moved by the old lady's full love and comforted him softly,
"Grandma, those tickets are for your grandchildren to honor you. Use them when you need them, but don't waste them. I also hope that you will live a long life to help me take care of my great-grandchildren."
When the old lady heard this, her face suddenly lit up with joy, and she said with a smile,
"Then you have to hold on tight. I'll go to the Erxian Bridge later and look for you, and I'll find you a pretty girl."
Why is this suddenly related to asking for a wife? Su Cheng quickly put the topic back on track, pointing to the stick noodles in the round pot in front of him and said,
"Grandma, you are not allowed to eat these anymore. Today I am back. I don't dare to say what the meat will be, but at least it must be white flour steamed buns!"
Dundun white-flour steamed buns, it's not easy these days. The old lady only thought that Su Cheng felt sorry for her, but she didn't take it seriously, but she was very happy in her heart, so she followed his words,
"Okay, listen to my dear grandson!"
Then he whispered,
"Grandma, I hid two kilograms of bacon in the house. You don't even know it. Let's eat meat tonight!"
The old lady usually eats stick noodles, and rice and white noodles are even rarer. In this era when meat is more precious than rice and white noodles, the two kilograms of meat hidden by the old lady are not simple.
As long as Su Cheng doesn't come back for a day, the meat will always be there.
What do you hope for when you get old? I hope you still have a chatty companion by your side. I hope your children will be well and have a family full of children and grandchildren.