The ox cart walked slowly, turned around Qiaojia Village, and the Wangjia Village came into view.

Liu Mei looked at the Wang family village not far away and widened her eyes in surprise.

On the sunny slopes of Daqing Mountain, a simple and solemn village is built against the mountains.

The connected houses are all made of gray stones. They are spread along the mountain and stop to the pine forests on the hillside.

The square columns at the four corners stand there, witnessing the past and future of this land.

It is vaguely visible under the blue sky, colorful but without any chaotic feeling, but it is very beautiful.

In spring and summer with abundant leaves and clear water, it appears quiet and beautiful.

Liu Mei could imagine how resolute and rough it would appear in the autumn and winter when the mountains were dry and thin.

From a distance, the houses, high and low, staggered and arranged, and the dense woods and clear streams around them form a wonderful and beautiful rural picture.

In the sunshine, the villages in the distance feel like the years are peaceful and the world is stable.

Looking at Liu Mei's surprised eyes, Wang Qingshan felt a sense of pride and pride in his heart.

No matter how long I leave, my hometown is still the place I am most attached to.

Just like in memory, it is still the same as before.

Passing a small bridge, bypass the entrance of Qiaojia Village, and following a trail to the top of the mountain where Wangjia Village is located.

A small alley with twists and turns, linking dozens of households together.

It seems that you can see the tail at a glance, but it seems that you can't see anything.

At the entrance of the alley, a group of children were playing under an elm tree.

When Uncle Lao Mu came over with strangers, he looked curiously.

A teenager, dumb little fat man wiped his snot with his sleeve and said in a muffled voice: "Grandpa Mu, who are you trying to get?"

The bullwhip in Uncle Old Mu's hand fell off, and the wooden handle gently hit the child's head, "The flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple, and the whole family doesn't recognize the whole family! That's your dear uncle!"

Wang Dabao covered his head and stared at Wang Qingshan with wide eyes.

A child next to him who looked six or seventy minutes like him also shouted: "Impossible, my uncle has long been gone! Are you coaxing the child to play!"

After hearing this, Liu Mei's mouth twitched.

With such a nephew who is neither big nor small nor sensible, she obeys silently for Wang Qingshan and herself.

Wang Qingshan turned his head and looked at Wang Dabao, ignored it, but smiled at Uncle Lao Mu, "The children of the Qingshi family are so old!"

Uncle Lao Mu smiled and nodded, "Yes! This one is big, thirteen! There is also a small one, who is ten years old too! Qingshi has a high vision and is getting married a little late!"

An aunt next to her laughed when she heard Uncle Mu's words.

"Uncle Lao Mu's words are still so interesting!"

Wang Qingshan looked at the aunt's kind face, thought for a while, and then shouted tentatively, "Auntie Chen?"

The aunt responded quickly, squinted her eyes and smiled, "I am old and have a bad memory! Which family is born to me!"

Uncle Lao Mu said, "This is Shanwazi, the one from the eldest of Wang Shou's family!"

Aunt Chen dragged his voice and said, "Oh": "The mountain kid from Wang Shou's family! It's good to come back, it's good to come back!"

After saying that, he looked at Wang Dabao and Wang Erbao beside him meaningfully.

That look made Wang Dabao and Wang Erbao furious, and ran into the alley.

After a while, Wang Shou started and the family of six came out.

It’s not like coming out to recognize relatives, but like coming out to seek revenge.

Wang Qingshan looked at this posture and smiled bitterly.

After living for half his life, he shouldn't have any expectations for them.

Wang Shou ran over angrily, but when he saw Wang Qingshan's face carved out of the same mold as him when he was young, he stopped.

He raised his hand high, but gently landed on Wang Qingshan's shoulder, then hugged it in his arms, and cried, "You child, you know how to come back! I thought............"

Everyone knows why.

After all, the tomb of Daqing Mountain is still standing!

Not far away, Wang Qiu stopped Wang Qingshi and Ma Xiuer with a cold face and snorted coldly.

I thought the two children were coaxed, but who would have thought that she had met a ghost!

Still a debt collector!

"I haven't come back for so many years, but I thought you died outside! Why can't you survive outside?"

Wang Qiu's words became more and more excessive, not only did Wang Qingshan feel cold, but Wang Shou's face was also not far away!

Wang Shou turned his head and shouted at Wang Qingshan: "The child has just returned, how are you talking!"

Wang Qiu curled his lips, "What's wrong! You're not allowed to tell the truth?"

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Liu Mei pulled Wang Qingshan's hand holding the things.

No matter how many years have passed or how many things have passed, Wang Qingshan will never be calm when facing Wang Qiu's biological mother.

He took a deep breath, his clenched fists loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened.

After brewing for a long time, I was slightly unwilling to hand out the short-sleeved shorts I bought, "Dad, mom, this is what Liu Mei and I respect you two elders."

Ma Xiu'er has a shallow eyelid. When she saw the short-sleeved shorts made of chemical fiber in Wang Qingshan's hand, her eyes were straightened and her eyes were smiling into a slit.

"I've come here, what gifts do you bring?"

As he said that, he aimed his hands straight at the clothes and reached out.

Ma Xiu'er forgot that her mother-in-law's eyelids were no better than hers.

Even if you don’t like Wang Qingshan, the things in Wang Qingshan’s hands have no grudge against her.

Before Ma Xiu'er could touch the fabric, she was photographed by Wang Qiu.

"Don't you have ears? That's a filial piety to me."

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were ripping up two sets of short-sleeved shorts in front of everyone, and Liu Mei was so stunned.

I feel that I have no chance of winning in this battle.

It was embarrassing to the daughter-in-law whom she met for the first time, and Wang Shou was in a bad mood.

Looking at Wang Qingshi, who was as cowardly as a quail, Wang Shou became even more angry.

"Have you made enough trouble? I haven't made enough trouble and went home and make trouble."

Wang Qiu grabbed the clothes, snorted coldly, turned his head and left.

Ma Xiu'er curled her lips and followed her mother-in-law's pace.

Liu Mei then breathed a sigh of relief.

Her father-in-law looks OK, knows some etiquette and can save the place.

Wang Qingshan, who was familiar with the inside story, was not as optimistic as Liu Mei. He smiled bitterly at Wang Qiu's back, handed two canned bags containing a bag of white sugar and two cans in front of Wang Qingshi, and said with a smile: "After so many years, please help me take care of my parents."

Wang Qingshi rubbed his hands and said dryly: "This is all right."

Before he could finish his speech, the bag in Wang Qingshan's hand was snatched away.

Halfway through, Ma Xiu'er returned home at some point. She couldn't wait to look at the gift Wang Qingshan gave. After seeing it clearly, her expression became much sweeter.
Chapter completed!