The reborn I want to lay down a big country

Following the road he had walked countless times and even the day before he was reborn, Liang Xin returned to his home community in a leisurely manner. The community in 2006 was almost the same as it was decades later.

, only one guard box and a roadblock are missing.

There are not that many cars on both sides of the small road at the entrance of the community. The grocery store directly opposite the entrance of the community is owned by a couple who, in Liang Xin’s impression, had evacuated W City a long time ago. There are dry cleaners and fast food restaurants next to the community entrance.

The fruit shop is still there, instead of becoming the small express station it was many years later.

But no matter what, all in all, the changes are still very small.

Even though Liang Xin was young and saw these past scenes again now, he didn't feel unfamiliar at all in his heart.

"express delivery……"

An idea flashed through Liang Xin's mind. The investment in this track is too exaggerated.

Now, the Three Ups and One Link system must have just started, right?

Liang Xin, who stayed at home for many years after graduation and only started using e-commerce frequently in 2014, is not particularly impressed with the year when e-commerce and information logistics systems began to develop rapidly.

Even as a simple consumer, he has not caught up with the first wave of the information age.

Therefore, it is not surprising that even if he later made some money and barely caught up with some of his peers, he still could not afford to buy a house. Due to the subsequent economic environment, Liang Xin was so stable that he could not even afford a mortgage loan.

I don’t want to take the responsibility, I just want to buy a house with full payment. However, the housing prices in W City have been so strong since the bubble burst in 2009 that it can be called stubborn. In small quasi-second-tier cities, whether it is housing prices

In terms of consumption level, it can almost catch up with the capital of Province Z.

Therefore, Liang Xin was unable to move out of this community until he was reborn.

He has lived here for more than twenty years...

From a child who has not yet begun to grow, to a fat middle-aged man with a big belly.

But the grandpa downstairs in his house is always the same grandpa...

"You're back?" Liang Xin climbed up the stairs to the third floor of the small building. He passed by his grandfather's house on the corner of the third floor. The retired man in his early sixties greeted him with a smile.

Liang Xin smiled lightly and hummed.

When his family first moved here, this grandpa seemed to have already retired.

I have witnessed his entire retirement career...

I really hope that in this life, Lao Liang can live such a carefree life of just eating and waiting to die.

Liang Xin walked past the third floor and continued towards the fourth floor.

When I walked to the door of No. 404 of my house, the door of the house was wide open, as if it had never been closed before Lao Liang rushed to the street. There are few families in the city who don't care about privacy so much, always in broad daylight.

Open your home.

But this is the case in Liang Xin's family.

Both Lao Liang and Sister Ping maintain certain habits inherited from the slum courtyards.

Liang Xin was very irritated by their habit for a certain period of time.

But Liang Xin was unable to change the situation.

Because this house does not belong to him, nor does he have the final say in the house.

It wasn't until Liang Xin became the head of the family and replaced the iron doors and old wooden doors with security doors that his family finally ended the days of having the door open all day long and became more in line with Liang Xin's wishes.

But by then, Lao Liang was already completely finished.

Lying in bed, he needed other people to take care of him for food, drink, and diarrhea. Of course, he didn't live at home, but in a nursing home.

Liang Xin pays a small amount of money to the nursing home on time every month, and is responsible for all expenses at home, so that the stingy Sister Ping can listen to a few words from him.

But it's only "a little".

Most of the time, she is still as full of subjective initiative as ever. Stubborn, egoistic, and extreme, she is always on the opposite path to Liang Xin, like a rebellious old man whose mental age has regressed back to adolescence.

This made Liang Xin very troubled, but he was completely helpless...

"Dad." Liang Xin shouted while standing at the door of his house.

The kitchen and dining area are right at the entrance to the house. A large dining table occupies at least half of the small room at the entrance, so much so that the refrigerator is not even placed. The refrigerator has to be placed in the bedroom of Lao Liang and Sister Ping.

At this time, Lao Liang was eating alone.

Seeing Liang Xin come back, Lao Liang immediately showed a happy smile and asked quickly: "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet." Liang Xin looked at Lao Liang carefully.

This year, he was not as senile as he would later be.

As long as the mental illness does not occur, the person's mental state is actually very good.

"I'll cook you a bowl of noodles, okay? Add an egg." Lao Liang, who was halfway through drinking, stood up quickly.

Liang Xin took off his shoes and looked around.

For some reason, I felt like crying, but I held it back and asked calmly: "Where are the slippers?"

"I'll give you this pair."

Lao Liang directly kicked his slippers in front of Liang Xin and cursed, "Your mother is such an idiot. I asked her to take out her slippers and told her to come back tonight, but she didn't listen. She had to hide the shoes very well.

It’s like a treasure, I don’t know where to put it…”

Scolding Sister Ping is Lao Liang's daily life.

Liang Xin smiled, disliked Lao Liang's slippers, put them back with his feet, and said: "You have athlete's foot, I will find it myself. Where else can I put it? It must be put in the storage room." Although the house at home is small, there is one

The utility room is one square meter in size. I don’t know what the person who originally designed this house had in mind.

Liang Xin opened the door of the storage room that had not been replaced for decades. It looked exactly the same as before his rebirth, but the lights inside were old-fashioned incandescent bulbs, which were much brighter and more durable than the energy-saving lamps installed later.

Dazzling.

Liang Xin rummaged inside for a while, and finally found the pair of slippers that he remembered from a corner.

I have to say that Sister Ping was really unreasonable at all when packing her things.

It seems that it is really put away so that others cannot find it, without considering whether it is convenient for others to take it in and out.

"Where's my mother?" Liang Xin put on her slippers and turned to ask Lao Liang.

Lao Liang stood, looked at Liang Xin, and replied: "Going to church."

"Oh." Liang Xin was the expected answer, very calm.

Lao Liang asked again: "How are you...in school?"

"That's it."

Liang Xin smiled and said, "It just has more dormitories than high school. I can sleep there for a while and study. What else can I do?"

Lao Liang grinned and sat back on the chair.

As soon as he sat down and took a sip of wine, he suddenly put down the bowl and raised his hand to pat his head, "Hey! Look at my brain! I even said I would cook noodles for you, but I forgot while I was talking..."

"It's okay, you eat first, I'm not hungry yet." Liang Xin glanced at the dishes on the table.

He is not at home, and there are only two dishes on the table.

A plate of tofu mixed with preserved eggs, and a fish that must have been leftover from lunch or yesterday. Only half of the body was left, and the fish was torn apart with chopsticks. It looked unappetizing.

"I'll make it for you first. If you're not hungry, eat less."

Lao Liang persisted, got up and walked to the stove, skillfully opened the lid of the pot and was about to start the fire.

Liang Xin looked at Lao Liang's quick movements with nostalgia. After 15 years, his family no longer used large iron pots, nor did they use any gas. Sister Ping didn't know how to cook. It was only from that time that she became clumsy.

Liang Xin learned to cook with an induction cooker. Liang Xin was even more useless. He ran outside alone, like a lost dog, and had been eating takeout for many years.

It wasn't until I made some money that I had the courage to return to this old house and live with Sister Ping. The original intention was to save some rent, but unexpectedly, I ended up borrowing more money, which was all cheaper for Sister Ping...

"The pillar of support..." Liang Xin suddenly said this word.

"Ah? What did you say?" Lao Liang was focused on cooking noodles and didn't hear clearly.

"Nothing..." Liang Xin shook his head and smiled bitterly.

A mentally ill person is actually the backbone of his family.

Putting aside the current miserable state, objectively speaking, Lao Liang is really awesome...

No wonder I inherited 50% of his talent for talking, and I am able to dominate the world.

If only Lao Liang had studied for two more years...

Oh, if I study for two more years, I probably won't be able to marry Sister Ping.

There's nothing wrong with me...

Damn, the power of fate...

A bowl of hot noodles comes out quickly.

Lao Liang had never seriously learned to cook. He was self-taught based on his daily experience over the years. His skills were no better than those of a serious cook. When the noodles were brought to Liang Xin, Liang Xin took a deep breath.

As soon as I smell it, it smells like the old one. Sister Ping and I worked hard to make it for him. It’s not the same concept at all.

"It smells good." Liang Xin grinned.

Lao Liang poured out the water in the pot and put the iron pot back on the stove. Then he finally sat down next to Liang Xin with peace of mind. He lowered his head and took a sip of wine and said, "How many days are you going to rest on National Day?"

"Seven days."

"Oh..." He nodded, then hesitated and said, "Do you still have enough money next month?"

"Not enough." Liang Xin said simply, "I don't have a penny in my pocket."

Lao Liang lowered his head and looked at the wine in the bowl. He was quiet for a few seconds and said, "It's okay. You can study in peace. Dad will figure out a solution for the money. It's not a problem."