Jiang Yuan changed into casual clothes, rode an electric bicycle, and drove home slowly.
The advantage of working in my hometown is that it is close to home. Even if I live outside the city, I can get there in a short time by riding an electric scooter. In the meantime, I can enjoy the scenery and enjoy the riverside scenery without traffic jams.
In terms of urban landscape alone, Ningtai County has done very well. Especially the Taihe River line has spent a lot of effort on the design, construction and maintenance. This can be seen from one data. It is only Jiang Yuan who joined the company.
In the past half month, the relevant departments have punished five couples for driving in the Taihe River line. They all came here from other places for the sake of the scenery - locals who are driving in the car know that they go to Mount Sining, where the scenery is equally beautiful and spectacular, and the terrain is even more beautiful.
It's complicated, the flow of people is smaller, and there is almost no one to care about it.
Jiangjia Village is located at the foot of Sining Mountain and embraced by the Taihe River. It was once famous for its dense paddy fields, but now it is famous for the demolition of the scenic area.
All the land of Jiang Yuan's family has also been occupied, and the newly divided houses are scattered in many communities inside and outside the city. Jiang's father himself lives in Jiangcun Community, which is closest to the original site of Jiangjia Village. This community is also where most of the Jiang family lives. Upstairs
The people downstairs are all from the village. Except that everyone no longer has to work in the fields, their daily life is the same as in the village.
Comrade Jiangfu Town built a large stove in his kitchen. The chimney was slightly modified and a range hood with high suction was installed. The fuel was all firewood and coal. The pig iron cauldron in the middle was as wide as a sheep.
, a deep goose, really powerful...and quite delicious.
When Jiang Yuan entered the Jiangcun Community, he started nodding to the people on both sides, parked the car downstairs, and then returned to the elevator, where he saw someone waiting there.
"Aunt Hua." Jiang Yuan greeted. Middle-aged women with the same surname in the same village but not in the fifth service are called aunt or aunt together with proper nouns.
Aunt Hua smiled, and then asked impatiently: "Was your Seventeenth Uncle stabbed to death by your Seventeenth Uncle?"
Jiang Yuan was stunned and said: "The case is still under investigation, I can't say anything."
"Is that true?" Aunt Hua clenched her fists and her toes were already ready to publicize the news.
Jiang Yuan couldn't help but recall the bombardment of information he got when he went home for vacation every year. Knowing that he couldn't give any hints, he immediately said tirelessly: "The case is still under investigation. I can't tell you the specific situation, and I can't tell you.
Whether the information obtained is true or false..."
"Then it's fake?" Aunt Hua obviously wasn't ready to give up.
laugh.
The elevator door opens.
Jiang Yuan took the opportunity to get out of the elevator and opened the door of his house. The villagers in Jiangcun Community were accustomed to leaving the door unlocked during the day. In this way, they would save the trouble of knocking when they came to each other's doors. They could just yell at the door.
Jiang Yuan also yelled when he came home: "Dad, I'm back."
This suite is a suite of four suites on the entire floor that was opened up and renovated. The traditional firewood stove that Jiangfu Town comrades like most is in the east kitchen. People in it can't hear the noise.
"I heard it." Dad Jiang Fuzhen came out, grabbing a towel and wiping his hands. He shouted from afar: "His aunt, here she comes."
"I met Yuan'er on the road." Aunt Hua followed Jiang Yuan, said hello familiarly, and sat down on the sofa.
Uncle Seventeen's family was wiped out. This level of gossip is not comparable to the news that Lao Han's daughter-in-law cheated on her, or Lao Liu's son was caught engaging in prostitution. Aunt Hua even had a sense of mission at this time, and she must let everyone know.
The villagers in Jiangcun have a sense of mission to get accurate information.
"Drink some tea and eat some melon seeds. I haven't prepared anything at home..." Mayor Jiang Fu is quite rich, and his words are warm and gentle.
Aunt Hua waved her hands indifferently, looked at Jiang Yuan, and continued: "I heard them say that your Uncle Seventeen's shop was closed, and someone came to your Uncle Seventeen's house to search, and your Aunt Seventeen's phone number was also closed.
I can’t get through. I left a message in my circle of friends, but she didn’t reply. Tell me, what did they do?”
"I can't tell." What could Jiang Yuan say? The other people's questions provided more information than he knew. At this time, besides responding calmly, what else could he say.
Crunch.
Someone else just opened the door and came in.
"Uncle, brother, aunt, what are you talking about? Are you talking about Uncle Seventeen?" The person who came in this time was Jiang Yuan's contemporary, Jiang Yongxin, who ran a car wash downstairs.
Aunt Hua glanced at Jiang Yuan, winked mysteriously, and said with a smile: "Just talking nonsense."
Jiang Yongxin heyed, looked at Jiang Yuan, and said, "Brother, let's talk about Uncle Seventeen."
"We can't talk..." Jiang Yuan repeated what he just said to Aunt Hua to Jiang Yongxin.
Jiang Yongxin listened carefully, and then said with great interest: "That is to say, you really know the situation, but you can't tell it?"
Jiang Yuan was helpless, this was talking about loneliness.
He simply stood up and waved his hand: "I'll go to the kitchen to help."
Father Jiang Fuzhen followed happily and greeted the two people behind him: "You can eat and drink by yourself."
Aunt Hua and Jiang Yongxin didn't take it seriously, and soon they had a heated discussion together. Before Jiang Yuan entered the kitchen, they heard the door creak again, and a strange and familiar greeting came: "Is Fu Zhen at home? I
Come and take a walk."
Jiang Yuan and his son just pretended not to hear and entered the kitchen silently.
Sure enough, there was only a more lively discussion in the living room.
In the firewood cauldron in the kitchen, beef was simmering, and the slightly yellow beef fat was trembling slightly under the influence of boiling water.
"Are you hungry? Let me cut you some to eat?" Jiang Fuzhen looked at his son.
Jiang Yuan touched his belly and nodded. Today's anatomy was quite comprehensive, and the workload was naturally huge. The single-serve egg fried rice eaten in the funeral parlor had too little oil and eggs, which was really embarrassing.
Jiang Fuzhen laughed twice, took a knife from the pot table, and took a chopstick, poked into the pot, and took out a piece of softer beef, then slowly cut it off with the knife, and handed it to him casually.
Gave it to Jiang Yuan.
Jiang Yuan had already brought the plate and started eating while blowing it.
His mother passed away early, and his father had taken care of him since he was a child. All kinds of stewed meats were his favorite, and they were also the best dishes made by Comrade Jiang Fuzhen back then.
However, unlike many parents, due to the early demolition of wealth and freedom, Jiangfu Zhen had plenty of time to study cooking. His skills have continued to improve over the years, and he has become a gourmet among the demolished people in Ningtai.
Today's beef was cooked quite well, with a light but not greasy taste. A simple touch of salt satisfied the needs of both taste buds and stomach.
"Are you tired?" Jiang Fuzhen opened a can of beer, handed it to Jiang Yuan, opened another can for himself, and started drinking.
Jiang Yuan shook his head: "Not really, there are many people who are more tired than me."
Jiang Fuzhen smiled: "There are not many people in the country who are more leisurely than me. Sometimes I feel quite tired... Anyway, you can see for yourself. If you really don't want to do it, just buy a sports car and drive away with other people in the village."
Young people can just get married and live their lives casually."
"I'll think about it." Jiang Yuan knew that his father was talking nonsense. Compared with himself, Comrade Jiang Fuzhen cared more about having a staff. If he really wanted him to agree to resign, at least two of his grandchildren would have to be exchanged for it.
"Fuzhen! Fuzhen!" Someone outside shouted again: "Your third uncle is here."
"Catch the meat for yourself. It's so lively today, as if your seventeenth uncle died in our house." Jiang Fuzhen wiped his hands with his pants, said to Jiang Yuan, and went back to the living room to greet the guests.
After a while, more and more guests came to visit, reaching the level of a bustling crowd.
Jiang Yuan sighed, went out the back door, and took the fire elevator to the top floor. The house on the top floor was renovated by his father based on his advice. It was euphemistically called the "wedding room", but it was still a dormitory for singles.
It is suitable for Jiang Yuan to hide away and relax, practice new skills and read novels.
