Mixed Miners

Looking at the thick and tall ginkgo trees standing in the head of the village, it is already full of golden trees, and the eagle-headed rock that looks like an eagle on a distant mountain seems to be flying in the chilly wind. The dense layers of the forest, red and yellow interlaced, mixed with a piece of green pine, the colorful colors of the forest, all familiar with the eyes, Yang Ling suddenly feel a little inexplicable sadness, think of childhood life, bit by bit, close your eyes, It seems that there are a group of children who are light, holding high reed flowers, running along the mountain roads, and the cowboys ringing in the mountains.

"嘀嘀~!"

Looking at a grandfather who was carrying a piggyback from the corner of the village, Yang Ling patted his head and looked out from the window. "Zhang Wubo, where are you going?"

"You... are you a small Lingzi of this family?" Zhang Wubo had a bad look. He only saw a person in a big car he had never seen before saying hello to himself. .

"Yeah, I am Xiao Lingzi, I just came back. Where are you going?" Yang Ling was very excited to see the old man.

"Cough~! This is not a good weather. You said that you want to celebrate the New Year. I went to the mountains to pick up some loose hair and come back to make some bean cakes. Go back first. I just saw you smashed, remember to come to my house tomorrow. Eat Bean Cake Ha!!" Zhang Wubo said that he also walked back a few steps and looked like he was still chanting.

When I think of the bean cake, Yang Ling suddenly has a mouthful of tongue and mouth. It seems that the stuff has not been eaten in seven or eight years. In recent years, the food is rich. In the New Year, the villagers are not willing to use sugar to make rice bran, sugar candy, and bean cake. It is not easy to save, so no one wants to do it. What's more, most of the young people in the village are working outside. There are a few elderly and children in the village, and they are not in the mood. Nobody eats it anyway. However, the taste is indeed Ok, I think that I am looking forward to it here. It seems that I have a good time.

Ever since I graduated to work in the provincial capital, I came back every year from the Spring Festival. After three hundred kilometers, the road was too bad. I had to go back and forth for two days. People were very guilty and work, so Yang Ling was too lazy to come back. Even if it is coming back from the Spring Festival, it will take a week to go back and forth. If parents walk around relatives, they will not be able to see the village they are familiar with when they were young, let alone people. The so-called year-old flowers are similar, and the old people are old. Different, the old man died, a new life was born, and the kid who went out to work brought back a daughter-in-law of Henan. The village’s Shantou also married Fujian. In short, the same age as Yang Ling, the village can not find it, let alone smaller. Half of the size, he even can not even name.

When I was young, I was away from home, and my voice was not changed. The children did not know each other. Where did the smiling visitors come from? Although it has not yet reached this point, it is not far from wanting to come.

“嘀嘀~!” Yang Ling all the way to say hello to the old people on the side of the road. It took him twenty minutes to drive to his door. The mother was standing at the door, watching Yang Ling from the off-road vehicle. The eye circles are red, and the blame says: "Don't you say that you came back in the New Year? How come this suddenly came back, so far, hungry? And, how to wear so little clothes, hurry in and roast the fire, I will do it for you. Going for dinner!"

Mom and the eagerly prepared to go back to cook, Yang Ling quickly grabbed and said: "Mom, what time do you think, wait until later to have dinner together, I have eaten on the road, not hungry!" Finished Just moving things from the car down, a few bags of big bags, the mother was not happy, "come back, buy these things dry, spend money, I can't eat you!"

"Mom, this doesn't cost much. This is for some uncles. I made some money with a friend last month. I have hundreds of thousands of dollars. You see, I bought a car. I can come back often in the future!" Yang Ling proudly patted the Wrangler's sturdy hood.

"Hey? Is this the car you bought?" Mom and I don't have a mouth for a long time, "You are a dead baby. When you come back, you will tell him, I don't care, I will cook first!" He gave him a look and turned and went into the house.

Yang Ling also shook his head with a wry smile. At this time, several families were coming over. Yang Ling was also the enthusiasm of his uncle, Uncle and Uncle, and gave them a good gift. Several children desperately went to When climbing in the car, Yang Ling didn't care. He opened the door and let them climb in and play. He opened a bag of candy and gave it to them. Several old people were afraid of getting dirty, and they yelled down and hugged a few children. The screaming, several dogs also took the opportunity to drill in the crowd, and even a group of chickens also ran quickly, licking some falling candy **** on the ground.

The village that suddenly stayed for a long time was so busy that Yang Ling smiled and looked at everything in front of him. He spoke to the people around him and felt familiar with it for a long time.

"I said how the magpies in the village headed in the morning did not stop?" Zhang Sanye said with a cane, "Jeep, Ling Wazi, this car is good, mighty and domineering, I want to be a soldier when I was a soldier. The battalion's car is also this brand, not as good as it is, only one light frame."

"Three grandfathers said wrong, the morning call is obviously the old blind, I saw!" One and a half feet stood at the door and shouted.

"What do you say to your dead baby?" A middle-aged nephew slaps on the back of the child's head. He narrows his neck into the cab and never dares to raise his head.

"Ha ha!" The people around him laughed. Zhang San’s grandfather’s eyes were only drums, and the crutches were squatting on the ground.

In the middle of a joke, a middle-aged man in his fifties came over and everyone gave him a way to open the way. Yang Ling quickly looked at the convergence, "Dad~!"

"Well~! Just coming back?" Yang Benshun is not tall, but he is shorter than Yang Ling, but he is full of gas. That is the mental pressure that Yang Ling formed in his mind when he was a child. At that time, there was no shortage of naughty eggs.

"Ben Shun, Xiao Lingzi is good, have already bought the car, my family Xiaofeng also worked for six or seven years, last year came back and asked me to ask for money to buy a house?" Zhang Erbo next door envious of the grin.

"Yes, yeah!" The people around him praised Yang Ling, and Yang Benshun looked at the car with his eyes shining and his mood was very comfortable.

"Xiao Lingzi is the first in our village. This car looks good, at least 200,000."

"More than 200,000 must be more than the last time, the guy who came to collect the goods from the last time is not to say that his car is more than 200,000, can't he afford to lose it? The car is compared with Xiaolingzi's car. It’s a cow dung. I guess this car is at least 300,000 to 400,000.”

Although there are not many people in the countryside, there are still some appreciation levels. It can be guessed by comparison. Men are transferred to this topic. The women and old women are all together and they are talking about their son’s grandson. Compared with Yang Ling, they are deeply touched, but they are all a village, and most of them are relatives, so there is no one who is yin and yang, and most of them are envious in the bottom of my heart.

Standing outside for a while, Yang Ling said that it was cold outside, shouting a few uncles and uncles and other older generations to go to the roasting fire to drink tea, and the women quickly went home to make dinner, and the children were still in the car. It’s a lot of fun to talk about, and Yang Ling doesn’t care. The adults have been smashed. There should be no problem. Besides, this car is really dirty.

Taking out a Chinese from the car, Yang Ling went in and gave a cigarette to the elders around the stove. Then he went to see the grandparents and the three uncles, and took the bag away.

Yang surnamed in the village is a big surname. When the grandparents responded to the call of the motherland, "Many people are more powerful," they gave birth to Yang Ling, their seven generations, four sons and three daughters. Yang Benshun is the second child, so Yang Ling also There is a big uncle and two uncles, and the three aunts are married in several villages next door, not too far apart. Under the family planning policy, Yang Ling has only two more generations. The son of a son and a daughter are married. His son Yang Cheng is 31 years old. Both husband and wife are working in the coastal areas. Only one six-year-old daughter is going to school at home. Yang Ling is the only son, still ranked second, and San Shu Yang Benfu has a son, Yang Xu. He came back a few days after he was hospitalized a few days ago and went away~www.wuxiaspot.com~He also has a younger sister in high school, four uncle Yang Benxi There is only one son named Yang Lan, who is also in high school. The two aunts are a child and a woman, but there are very few meetings. I only see them once in a few years. When I was a child, I often played together. Now I grow up a little strange.

Yang Ling took a large plastic bag and went to the village. It was about three or four hundred meters. The weather was very cold. At the gate of Sanshu, there was a gray-haired grandmother. Yang Ling quickly stepped forward and said loudly, "Grandma, so cold and dry." , fast forward to the roasting fire!" Then he helped his grandmother into the house.

"It’s really a second child. I thought they were talking about playing!" Grandma was happy to use the rough hand to silence Yang Ling’s head. "I heard that you are driving back in a big car?"

"Yes~! I just bought it last month. I will take you two laps later!" Yang Ling felt the rough and warm hand, remembering the things of childhood, suddenly the eyes were a little red, and in a blink of an eye, Grandma was old. I can't move fast.

'Yeah! The second baby has a good time! "The old lady nodded happily and took Yang Ling into the room to roast the fire. The three uncles were still plastered on the legs. Sitting in the chair and seeing Yang Ling coming in was also happy to greet the three squats, and the grandfather was sitting in the innermost chair. On the head, bowed his head and shouted.

"Three uncles, three sisters, hey! Grandpa fell asleep?" Yang Ling said hello, watching the sleeping grandfather was a little surprised.

"Well, this weather is cold. Your grandfather is not very good recently. He often gets confused. I heard that you have to come back to see you when you came back. I didn't let him go when I was inconvenient. It just fell asleep again. "Three uncles looked at their legs and said with a smile, then prepared to reach out and wake up Grandpa~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Welcome to the readers to read, the latest, fastest, hottest serials are at ~www. Mtlnovel.com~ Mobile users please read.