Wanghai County, Changping Village.

After the Luo family had finished eating and drinking, Blacksmith Luo, Yang Huaming and the others drank tea and chatted with Old Yangtou.

After dinner, Old Yangtou told Yu Xingkui: "You stayed with me in the county town for more than ten days this time. You didn't even go back to see your mother during the Double Ninth Festival. I'll give you a holiday today. You go home and have a look."

Your mother, come back tomorrow."

Yu Xingkui was deeply moved, but still a little worried about the old man: "Who will take care of you when you are thirsty while you sleep at night? How about I come back after dark?"

Lao Yangtou smiled and patted his thigh: "I can move freely now, and I don't need anyone to serve me at night. You can just stay at home for the night. You two haven't seen each other for a while, I guess."

I also suppressed a lot of whispers to say, haha, old man, I have also been young, I am not a person who does not understand the style!"

Look, these are not even drinking. When the men get together and talk, they can come up with dirty jokes.

At that moment, Yu Xingkui smiled sheepishly.

Blacksmith Luo and Yang Huaming also smiled tacitly.

Fortunately, none of the women were in the main room, otherwise it would have been embarrassing.

Of course, it is impossible for Old Yangtou to make such a joke when the women are in the main room. The old man still has this sense of propriety.

After Yu Xingkui laughed, he said: "There are no whispers, we are an old couple at this age... I just want to go back to see the old and the young, and send some medicine back to my mother."

"Understood, we all understand! Just go back and come back tomorrow!" Old Yang patted Yu Xingkui's shoulder and smiled heartily.

Yu Xingkui's mother-in-law is not his first wife.

His first wife unfortunately passed away in the great plague more than ten years ago, and she also lost several of her children.

A good family was so devastated by a sudden plague that it almost broke up.

Fortunately, Yu Xingkui, his mother and son survived, and were introduced to their current mother-in-law.

His mother-in-law was several years younger than him and had a good belly. She gave birth to a son not long after he entered the house, thus re-establishing a complete family.

Especially in the past few years, Yu Xingkui spent most of his time in Changping Village taking care of Lao Yangtou, leaving all the household chores to his mother-in-law.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are taking care of their children at home, focusing on vegetable gardens, cotton and wheat crops, raising some chickens and ducks, and I heard they even raised a pig this year.

The family is living a happy life, and our son is getting older, and the days are getting better and better.

"There is a pack of red dates on my table. You can take it back with you and make soup for your mother to drink." Old Yangtou told Yu Xingkui again.

"These women are getting older. In this cold weather, they need to eat more red dates and other things that can nourish qi and blood. You can take them over and don't be polite to me!"

Yu Xingkui knew that Old Yang was very arrogant, and if he said he would give it to you, you must take it, otherwise he would find you unhappy and would not want to deal with you in the future.

So Yu Xingkui didn't refuse too much at the moment, and left after thanking him.

After Yu Xingkui left, the old and young men here continued chatting and having fun.

Lao Yang didn't stay in the village for more than ten days, and he was very curious about the village's big and small things, so he asked the old blacksmith vigorously about things here and there. It was really confusing to talk about it.

It doesn’t feel like I can’t finish it in three days and three nights.

Yang Huaming sat aside, drinking tea and smoking cigarettes. From time to time, he grabbed a handful of peanuts and melon seeds on the table and ate them. Erlang switched his legs from left to right, and from right to left. He felt that this time

The village is really comfortable and comfortable everywhere.

"Oh, by the way, Yongjin should have had dinner too, why don't you come over and chat?" Yang Huaming had just asked his doubts when he saw Xiuhong coming over.

"Second girl, what are you doing here? Where is your father?" Yang Huaming asked.

Xiu Hongjuan shouted: "Fourth Grandpa."

Then he respectfully shouted to Old Yangtou and Blacksmith Luo: "Grandpa."

"Grandpa Luo."

Then he turned around and answered Yang Huaming's question: "In reply to Fourth Grandpa, my mother sent me over to borrow something from my aunt. After dinner, my father went to my uncle's house to help shovel the pig pen."

Yang Huaming: "Ah? You are so hardworking and you didn't even take a break when you got home today!"

Old Yangtou said: "Do you think everyone is like you?"

Yang Huaming grinned and waved his hand towards Xiuhong: "Your Aunt Qing'er is in the backyard kitchen, go find her."

Xiuhong smiled and thanked her, then turned to look for Yang Ruoqing in the backyard kitchen.

Here, Yang Huaming said to himself: "Yongjin, this boy is really hardworking and doesn't mind working. The work of shoveling the pig pen is dirty and tiring!"

Old Yangtou said: "This shows that Yongjin has a good character. Since he married the eighth sister, he must treat the eighth sister's natal family well."

"The Sun family is short of manpower for work. Your Uncle Sun is getting old. The work of such a large pig farm falls on the shoulders of Xiaojie and his wife. They are both fifty years old. They are definitely not as good as when they were young.

Very useful."

The elder Sun and his wife are older than Sun and Yang Huazhong. Yang Huazhong is already fifty-two this year, and Sun is also forty-eight.

Aren't the two of the Dasun family people who are in their fifties and will be six years old in a few years? How can they still work as hard as they did when they were young?

"I heard from Qing'er that she had persuaded her uncle and aunt, and Dajie and Xiaojie had the same idea. They told them to stop running a pig farm in a year or two and rest at home."

Blacksmith Luo also took over the conversation and said: "But they have been in this business for more than ten years and they can't take any time off. Qing'er and the others said that if you really can't take time off, you have to take care of the pig farm."

, then at least ask two people to come over and help."

Old Yangtou also nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, please ask for help, otherwise, the three of them will take care of those dozens of pigs, no matter the cold or summer, it will be too tiring!"

Not to mention anything else, just the fact that dozens of pigs shovel the pig pens every day and transport the feces and other things from the pig farm is a laborious job.

If you don't shovel it, it won't work. The pigsty is too dirty and the pigs will easily get sick and die young if they live in such an environment.

Dozens of pigs will cause trouble to their owners if they get sick, and if they die, it will be a direct loss of money.

Therefore, raising pigs is not easy, and you have to work hard. I heard that in the summer when there are many mosquitoes and it is sultry, the Sun family takes turns going to the pig farm to pour well water on the pigs to cool them down. Every now and then, they have to buy watermelons and cut them for the pigs.

They eat it to cool down...

Lao Suntou was often so tired that he couldn't straighten his back and would lie down at home.

"I'm too tired. If I can't do it, I really have to hire someone, but I'm afraid they won't care about the money." Old Yangtou said again.

Yang Huaming said: "I can't make much money myself, and I have to spend a fortune to hire someone. I guess I'm reluctant to hire someone."

Everyone sighed, but after all, this was the Sun family's business, and it was the Sun family themselves who had to make the final decision.

The conditions of the Sun family are actually very good. Grandson Dajie is a civil servant and is now a county magistrate in Huguang County.

My son-in-law, Zhang Ban, is also a scholar. He teaches in a school in the town and is a well-known figure in the school.

Not to mention granddaughters and grandsons, of course. A little leakage from the cracks of each finger is enough for grandson and the others to enjoy their old age.

But my character just can’t sit still and I’m used to doing a lot of work, so there’s nothing I can do!

"Let's not talk about them, it's the same for us. Look at my third son. With such good conditions, other people would have enjoyed a happy life. He still manages hundreds of acres of crop land. When farming is busy, he goes to the fields by himself.

It’s even earlier than the helpers, and all the meals are taken care of in the fields!”

As soon as Lao Yangtou finished speaking, Yang Huaming shrugged his shoulders and started laughing.

"Dad, if you want to say that, wouldn't it be the same for the blacksmith brother sitting in front of us?" Yang Huaming said.

"Tang Yaozi, he is the God of War of Da Qi, a majestic general who protects the country. He has been granted a title long ago. He is the Marquis of Zhongyong, the real Marquis!"

"But the blacksmith brother is still taking care of the fish pond? Every year in the twelfth lunar month, when the pond is fished for fish, the blacksmith brother wears leather pants and holds a net bag and goes into the water to catch fish with the workers. It's a good time to keep strong, not at all

Not worse than young people, right, brother blacksmith?"

Blacksmith Luo was so praised by Yang Huaming that his face turned red.

He smiled and waved his hands. There was still a trace of foam at the corner of his mouth, and he kept saying: "Stop saying that, I can't bear the praise. I am a person who can't rest, and I am destined to work. One day

If you don’t let me work, my body will feel weak all day long!”

Old Yang leaned over and patted Blacksmith Luo on the shoulder: "A strong body and bones are the foundation of everything. I would rather have a good body and bones that are affected than lie in bed sickly and enjoy happiness!"

The topics of conversation among the old and young men in the front yard are completely different from those of the women in the backyard.

Just like the backyard stove right now.

Yang Ruoqing took some red beans and candied dates for Xiuhong to take home.

After Xiuhong left, Ms. Liu was still leaning on the kitchen door and watching furtively to make sure that the child was really far away. Then she stiffened her head and retracted, and said to Yang Ruoqing: "This eighth sister sent Xiuhong to borrow Hongdou."

What are you going to do with candied dates? Are you going to deliver them to Lijiacun again?"

"You know, Qing'er, when people outside talk about Bamei and Lijiacun, they always say ugly things. Now even people outside are saying that Bamei and the others have raised a daughter, and they have included themselves in it.

He said that Li Wei has done nothing in the past six months, and has not taken care of the farm work at home. He just stays at the embroidery every day and eats soft food by holding the corner of his wife's clothes!"

Yang Ruoqing frowned: "Fourth Aunt, what those people outside say is their business, don't take these words seriously, let alone spread these words to the second sister-in-law, no one wants to hear these words!"

Mrs. Liu shook her head: "I have accepted the lesson learned last time, and I don't dare to say anything to your second sister-in-law."

"Now in her mind, Xiuxiu and Li Wei are the people closest to their second wife, not relatives like us!"

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyelids and glanced at Ms. Liu: "Isn't it normal for the second sister-in-law to treat her like that? Your daughter and son-in-law, and the fourth aunt also have one in your family. Could it be that you don't put your daughter and son-in-law in the position of being closest to you?

"

With these words, Mr. Liu was immediately put off.
To be continued...