With a Door In Mind

Grandpa Yang Kaiping looked at Yang Yuemei who didn't speak, and sighed lightly.

Said to Mrs. Yang. "Okay, don't talk about it. You don't know what your daughter is like? You keep everything in your heart."

When Yang Yuemei heard her father's words, it didn't flow down when she entered the door, and she couldn't stop now.

I feel my grievance, someone can understand. And it's his own father.

Mrs. Yang sighed softly beside her. Nothing more.

Then he looked at Jiang Xiaochuan and the two. With a smile, he said, "The eldest grandson has grown so big. Wait, grandma will bring you food."

After he finished speaking, he went back to his house.

He took out a few candies and handed them to the two of them. Then he poured a glass of sugar water for the three of them.

The daughter-in-law Zhao Juan next to her saw it. He smiled and said, "Mother, you are too partial. Your eldest grandson has one piece of this candy."

When grandma heard this, she knew she was just joking. Then he smiled and said, "That packet was not eaten by the two of them. If I hadn't hid it a bit, I guess there would be none left now."

Then he said to his daughter-in-law: "Go and take out that meat. It's burned at noon."

Grandpa, who has not spoken much, said, "Go kill a chicken."

When Zhao Juan heard the words, she looked at Mrs. Yang distressedly.

I saw the old man Yang hesitated for a while and said, "Kill it. Wait for the New Year. Raise it again."

Seeing this, Yang Yuemei hurriedly said, "Mother, don't kill it. There are only a few chickens at home, and I have to keep them for the spring to lay eggs. I have something with me."

You know, the few chickens raised in rural areas are used to lay eggs. All the old ladies' babies.

He was reluctant to kill in the new year.

Then he took out the contents of the package.

Grandma looked at the things Yang Yuemei brought out and was surprised: "Your village sends so many things for the New Year? Why bring them, keep them for yourself."

There are not many things, but it will be consumed during the New Year.

Yang Yuemei smiled when she heard the words. "Yes, the village has beaten wild boars several times this year, and they have made a lot of meat."

Mrs. Yang also knew that people in the nearby villages had sold sweet potatoes.

There was no further refusal.

"We want to eat too. If you kill it, kill it. You haven't come back for a few years. It would be better if you came two days later. Your sister will also come by then."

During the Chinese New Year in the countryside, the main relatives on the man's side are usually gone. This will go to the woman's house.

When Yang Yuemei heard her mother's words, she no longer discouraged her, and then said with a smile, "I don't know when she will come."

Madam Yang nodded when she heard the words.

Now, unlike later generations, relatives make an appointment and come here sparsely. Have to restart the pot.

After a while the old lady also went out. Go kill chickens.

Leaving Yang Yuemei to face her father and eldest brother.

Talking about old things.

After Jiang Xiaochuan and Jiang Xiaohe came here, they didn't speak much.

Watching a few people chatting there. Then he looked at two children who were about his age.

The uncle got married late, so these two children are similar to the two of them.

During lunch, Jiang Xiaochuan looked at the food on the table.

Pork fried cabbage with a little vermicelli. Scrambled eggs. Chicken stewed radish.

In the case of rice, it is boiled corn rice. dry.

There are not many dishes in this winter, but these dishes, many families may not be willing to eat during the New Year.

If it wasn't for Yang Yuemei who hadn't been here in the past few years, she probably wouldn't have killed the chicken.

Without looking at the two grandsons of the Yang family, my saliva couldn't stop drooling when I saw this dish.

After lunch, Yang Yuemei reluctantly left with Jiang Xiaochuan.

Back home, Yang Yuemei went back.

There are no relatives in the family. This year, Jiang Xiaochuan has had a boring life.

It may be the influence of his previous life, he always feels that he is still a little out of tune with this world.

I've been sitting at home for the past few days, and my body is getting hairy.

But the snow had completely melted away.

He was still thinking about whether to go to Zhao Qinian's place to have a look.

But before he made up his mind, someone came to the house.

Aunt Zhou Minghe.

Jiang Xiaochuan was surprised when he looked at Zhou Minghe in front of him.

"Little sister, why are you here?"

Zhou Minghe looked at the surprised Jiang Xiaochuan and said with a smile, "Why, I haven't seen you for a few years, so I don't know my aunt?"

Jiang Xiaochuan smiled. "How is that possible. You wait a moment, I'll call my mother."

Then he said to Jiang Xiaohe, "Xiaohe, go and call my mother over."

When Jiang Xiaohe heard the words, he ran towards the Jiang family.

Not long after, Yang Yuemei came over.

Yang Yuemei looked at the two in front of her and said happily. "Ming He, why are you here?"

In the Zhou family, I have the best relationship with this little sister-in-law.

Looking at Yang Yuemei in front of him, Zhou Minghe sighed and said, "It was not convenient for me to come here before Xiaochuan didn't split up. It's not convenient now, come and have a look."

Hearing the sister-in-law's words, Yang Yuemei also sighed softly.

But neither of them said anything about being kicked out before.

Then Zhou Minghe handed Jiang Xiaochuan a bag. He said to him, "This is given to you by me and your uncle. He has been busy repairing the canal these days, so he didn't come."

Jiang Xiaochuan took the bag.

There was actually a piece of bacon weighing about a pound and a bag of brown sugar.

I was also surprised that there was no food left for this lack of food. Where did this meat come from. ?

And for a pound of bacon, at least a pound and a half of fresh pork is needed.

As for the brown sugar, it should be the ticket exchanged with the villagers at the end of the year.

There are not many things, but for the current rural areas, it is already a very heavy gift.

Jiang Xiaochuan took a look, and accepted it without being polite.

When they're leaving, bring them something to go home with.

Leaving Yang Yuemei to accompany Zhou Minghe, he ran to cook.

When he came to the kitchen, he thought about it, and got a dried pheasant soup and one that was marinated before. Fried a large white fungus.

I dare not make any vegetables. After all, the season is not right.

Wait until the dish is ready. It's almost noon.

When they came out with the dishes, they saw their eyes were red.

Apparently it was about something sad.

Zhou Minghe said in surprise when he saw the dishes served by Jiang Xiaochuan, "Xiaochuan, where did you get so much meat? How did you get so much meat? You are too wasteful."

Jiang Xiaochuan said with a smile: "Little aunt, you see there are mountains nearby, I went to the mountains to catch them."

Then he said jokingly, "Young aunt, you can't tell me that."

Zhou Minghe said angrily when he heard the words: "Who am I to tell?"

Then she saw the white rice that Jiang Xiaochuan brought out, and she looked at Yang Yuemei with a worried expression.

Said: "Yuemei, how can you get so much meat. What will you do after eating this?"

Yang Yuemei knew that her son could get these things. Then he smiled and said, "Xiao Chuan and Xiao He can get the pension. Now they are doing okay."

Zhou Minghe's eyes darkened when he heard the word pension. At home, the third brother hurts me the most.