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Li Dawei laughed again, "How about we go together? Daniel is waiting on the tractor. My sister-in-law and mother should have cooked the food by now, and you don't need to go to the kitchen."

"No!" Wang Xiaojuan sneered, "I don't want to have to stay at my aunt's house next door at night and trouble others."

It's funny to say that Li Dawei paid a thousand yuan to renovate an old house, but the old lady and old man didn't even keep a room for them.

"I still have two pots of rice dumplings to cook. Where should I go?" Wang Xiaojuan waved her hand and told Li Dawei to leave quickly, not to mention getting her angry.

"Why are you making so many rice dumplings this year?" Li Dawei asked curiously.

Wang Xiaojuan was busy without looking back, "Your directors and leaders are giving some away to this house and giving some to that house. This may not be enough."

She also felt sorry for her husband who went to the countryside every day to do mass work, and she wanted to leave this job as a favor.

Li Dawei was stunned for a moment, eyes welling up as he looked at his wife who was sweating profusely in the kitchen on a hot day.

In his life, his father did not love his mother, and the relationship between his brothers and sisters was also weak. Only one little sister knew how to send a message to ask during the holidays.

The best person for him is not his blood-related family members, but his wife.

"Let the children help you. I'm leaving first. Don't be too tired."

Li Jianjun raised his chin at Li Jianjun, who only knew how to eat, and motioned for him to move. Li Dawei left with the rice dumplings and briefcase.

It gets dark late in the summer, and it is relatively late to eat in the countryside. There is still enough time to go back on the tractor with my eldest nephew.

When he arrived at the newly built large house with brick and wood structure, it was obviously very lively inside, but Li Dawei didn't feel the urgency to go home at all.

The old man was not happy to see him alone again. Due to his status, it was difficult to say anything about his daughter-in-law.

The old lady was not so polite and asked directly in front of all the relatives at the dinner table:

"What about her? She won't come again? She dislikes the fact that our countryside is dirty and smelly. Isn't she also from the countryside? She won't come during the holidays and makes the ancestors wait. She is a mother and doesn't know anything! "

Li Dawei toasted a glass of wine to the more than ninety-year-old ancestors of the clan to express his gratitude and explained:

"The family is too busy to take time off. I know you are always thinking about it. Xiaojuan made your favorite meat rice dumplings and asked me to bring them. Later, my ancestors will take a few more and take them home to eat slowly."

The old lady plucked the cloth bag, clicked her tongue, picked a few and packed them for the ancestor, and put the rest in the cabinet and locked it.

The two-year-old daughter of Daniel's family followed eagerly and shouted softly: "Grandma, I want to eat meat rice dumplings."

The old lady was unmoved, and the little girl was about to cry.

Li Xiaomei came home specially to celebrate the festival today, but she couldn't stand it and said to her mother, "You can take some of these little dolls to eat. It's a big holiday."

Sister Li married recently and her husband went out to work. Her father-in-law and mother-in-law ignored her and went to her parents' home every day.

Seeing that his nephew's daughter was about to cry, he kicked the little girl out, "Come on, come on, do you know that these meat dumplings are reserved for your cousins ​​and uncle to eat? A girl's teeth will rot if she eats these."

The little girl opened her eyes wide and didn't understand. How could her cousin eat meat rice dumplings when he was still in her aunt's belly?

Daniu's wife, who was standing in front of the stove cooking, threw down her spoon, stood up, took her daughter away, glared at the aunt, and told her husband Li Daniu, who was drinking with her uncle Li Dawei and her father-in-law Li Dalong. Voice:

"My mother asked me to take my daughter back to eat meat rice dumplings!"

He turned around and left the Li family compound directly, and went back to his parents' house next door, leaving behind the embarrassed old man Li and the black-faced Li Dalong.

Li Dawei saw that his nephew was extremely anxious but did not dare to chase him, so he urged him like a joke:

"You are still stunned. If you continue to stare at your wife and children, you will never come back to your parents' home!"

The ancestors and other relatives laughed loudly, and the atmosphere relaxed a lot. Li Dalong had a gloomy old face and cursed:

"If you don't come back, you won't come back. What do you want a woman who can't give birth to a baby to do!"

Daniel angrily glanced at his father, "What time has it been, why do you still say such things!"

Thinking about his wife and daughter, he nodded to Li Dawei and chased him out.

Li Dawei looked at the furious Li Dalong and was extremely glad that none of his children or wife came with him.

At this time, in Heather Town, Li Manjun, his brothers, sisters, and mother had dinner together. They had meat, eggs, and freshly baked rice dumplings of various flavors. The family sat around the table and felt very comfortable.

Wang Xiaojuan killed a duck, and the spicy flavor from the stir-fry hit Li Manjun's taste buds. She likes spicy food.

Although when dividing the meat, Li Jianjun and Li Lijun each had two duck legs, and he only had two duck wings, but thinking about the women in his hometown who couldn't even get to the table, Li Manjun was already content.

At least some deep-rooted ideas are changing little by little with the times.

At night, Li Manjun had a dream, in which a tall figure was bathing beside a hot spring filled with white mist.

Water droplets dripped from the cold and stiff hair, hitting the broad shoulders, and all the way down along the waistline between the shoulder blades. Every inch of muscle was tense, exuding a strong masculine aura, attracting her to come closer.

Li Manjun was just about to get closer to see what the face facing away from him looked like, when he was woken up by the loud reveille number of the town middle school.

Opening his eyes and looking at the ceiling covered with newspapers above his head, Li Manjun didn't even have time to recall the dream. He only remembered the ambiguity of holding his breath and wanting to get closer.

"Manjun!"

In front of the house, Liu Yan made a trumpet with her hands and shouted loudly into the courtyard, "Li Manjun!"

In an era without mobile phones for convenient communication, the main way to find someone was to yell. Zhao Yan stood in front of the Li Family Courtyard and shouted several times before the door was hurriedly opened.

Li Manjun, who had changed back into her own rustic clothes, rushed out. If Liu Yan hadn't been shouting here, she almost forgot that she had other business to do.

"Did you go well yesterday?" Liu Yan handed the bought sugar buns to Li Manjun as she walked. They both love sugar.

Li Manjun took a bite of the bun, and the melted sugar filling burned his mouth. He hissed and took two breaths of cold air but was reluctant to spit it out. He swallowed it with the bun skin and nodded.

"The blind date is okay, but what about you and Liu Cheng?"

"Have you prepared today's sugar? How was yesterday's harvest? You two are not tired, right?"

Liu Yan nodded politely, "Of course it will be tiring for one less person, but the reward is worth it. The sugar has been boiled, but the toothpaste crust is not there anymore. I only boiled fifteen kilograms of sugar today."

He took out the homemade zipper bag on his waist and took out the change inside.

"Yesterday the scraps and toothpaste skins were sold for a total of 80 yuan and 25 cents, excluding the 70 yuan cost you gave me. You didn't go yesterday, so the 30% was 24 yuan and 7 cents."

"I spent another fifteen yuan on candy today, and the remaining seventy-nine yuan and nine cents are yours." Liu Yan counted the money and asked Li Manjun to count it himself.