With a Door In Mind

In the afternoon, he saw the Jiang family passing by the door.

Jiang Dahai was lying on the scooter, his arm fixed with a wooden board.

Passing by the door of Jiang Xiaochuan's house, he looked at a few people in the room with resentment.

The door was not closed, and Yang Yuemei also saw a few people with a complicated look on her face.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiaochuan thought that it had been so long since he separated from the family. He was worried that changing his name would not be easy to stay, and now it was time to change his name back.

And the name is different when you go to the provincial capital to settle down later, so don't cause some trouble at that time.

Thinking of this, he said to Yang Yuemei, "Mother, I will go to the village in the afternoon and change our surname back."

Yang Yuemei's thoughts were interrupted by Jiang Xiaochuan's words, she was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile, "Okay, you go and ask your Uncle Jiang, if he is not embarrassed, you can change your surname back to Zhou."

Hearing Yang Yuemei's words, he nodded.

Thinking of the Jiang family, he was still a little worried. She said to Yang Yuemei and her younger brother, "Mother, remember to take the four children with you wherever you and Xiaohe go in the future."

Hearing his words, Yang Yuemei thought for a while and then understood what he meant. He asked, "They shouldn't dare."

"Whether they dare or not, we will pay attention. When we go to the provincial capital at the end of the year, nothing will happen."

Seeing this, Yang Yuemei nodded slightly. "I see."

Then he gave the four little ones a name, and each one will guard several people later.

But train them in the habit. This is how you can be inseparable wherever you go.

"Little Er, let's go"

Jiang Xiaochuan shouted reconciliation to one of the four children he had just named.

Kicked away a few others who wanted to come up. He took it to the village headquarter.

When I came to the village, I didn't see Jiang Dingzhong's figure.

"Accountant Liu, where is Uncle Jiang now?"

I didn't see anyone,

He asked Accounting Liu in the room.

Looking at Jiang Xiaochuan, Accounting Liu smiled and said, "It's probably over Tian's side."

Jiang Xiaochuan said thank you.

There are still a lot of things about Jiang Dingzhong.

Although it is not yet the busy farming season. But after a while, you have to start to carry water and water the wheat seedlings.

Otherwise, when the weather gets hot, the wheat will be shriveled without water.

Not to mention that the fields in the village are far from the river near the village.

With nearly 1,000 acres of land, how much water can the more than 100 male laborers in the village carry in a day?

Can only say a drop in the bucket.

When I came to Tianbian, I was watching Jiang Dingzhong and Jiang Baoshan, Uncle Jiang, watching the wheat in the field.

From time to time, I picked a grain of wheat and chewed it in my mouth. Still muttering.

"Damn it, damn it. I did this this year, and the wheat is heading so early. It looks like it's going to be harvested early."

Uncle Jiang also said strangely: "Yeah. We planted more than a month later than in previous years, and it is reasonable to harvest it at the end of June. Now it seems that it is estimated that it will be harvested in early June."

"What the hell, does God have mercy on us?"

"Uncle Jiang, Uncle Jiang"

Jiang Xiaochuan shouted to the two from afar.

Jiang Dingzhong looked at Jiang Xiaochuan not far away. He said with a smile to the uncle Jiang next to him.

"It's usually not a good thing for this kid to come to me."

Uncle Jiang smiled beside him after hearing this.

When Jiang Xiaochuan approached, he asked, "Is there anything you want to do with me?"

"Yes, Uncle Jiang, I have something to do with you. I want to change our surname back."

Jiang Dingzhong was stunned when he heard the words, thinking that Yang Yuemei had come out of Jiang's house.

It would be a bit inappropriate for their surname to be Jiang again.

Thinking of this, he nodded.

Then he said again: "Since your mother is out, she can only put it in the same account with you. I'll help you do it tomorrow."

Jiang Xiaochuan was overjoyed when he heard the words, this is even better. Having a separate account would be much more convenient.

Thank you again and again to Jiang Dingzhong.

Hearing his words, Jiang Dingzhong rolled his eyes and said, "Forget it, thank you, just don't look at me if it's okay."

Jiang Xiaochuan was embarrassed when he heard the words, and said with a flattering smile, "Uncle Jiang, how dare I show your face."

Seeing Jiang Xiaochuan's expression, he waved his hand angrily: "Okay, get out. Remember to bring me your account book."

Jiang Xiaochuan smiled, said a word to the two and left.

Uncle Jiang looked at Jiang Xiaochuan's retreating back, smiled and said, "How does this child make me feel? It doesn't look like a teenage child."

Hearing what Uncle Jiang said next to him, Jiang Dingzhong laughed.

"That's right, I feel the same way. As far as Jiang Dahai is concerned, according to this kid's performance during this period, he shouldn't have broken that old boy's arm."

Seeing that Uncle Jiang didn't speak, he said again: "Why do I feel that this kid is doing it on purpose?"

Uncle Jiang didn't answer when he heard the words, but said to the wheat in the field: "Although the growth of this wheat looks good, but to be on the safe side, start fetching water in two days, and you can pour as much as you can."

Jiang Dingzhong nodded when he heard the words.

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't know the conversation between the two, otherwise he would have been scared into a cold sweat behind his back.

It is said that people are old, ghosts are old. This is true.

At this point he wandered into the wasteland.

I saw a group of children working hard here.

Over the past few days, more than 20 and a half-year-old boys have actually managed to get three or four acres of land out.

But looking at this piece of land, and the crooked field ridge.

His forehead turned black.

Jiang Mingwu looked at Jiang Xiaochuan and said with a smile: "Xiaochuan, how is it?"

Looking at Jiang Mingwu's proud expression, he boasted: "Yes, really good, it seems that if Uncle Jiang retires in the future, you will be able to pick up Uncle Jiang's class."

Jiang Mingwu smiled rudely and said, "That might be true..."

Now Jiang Dingzhong, the party secretary, is a big man in the village in the eyes of the children.

However, he was quite impressed that he had found so many children.

Then he saw that Uncle Jiang's iron egg was actually here.

He walked over.

"Iron egg, why are you here?"

He was burying the iron egg of the sugarcane seedling when he heard someone calling him from behind.

He turned around and said with a smile, "Brother Xiaochuan is you. I'm in this kind of sugar cane. Didn't you get it?"

Looking at him with a muddy face, Jiang Xiaochuan said with a smile: "If you do this, Uncle Jiang won't beat you."

"Hey, no, my dad said it. If we really make it, we can eat whatever we want."

When I heard Tie Dan's words, I thought of his age for a while.

"Why doesn't Uncle Jiang let you go to school?"

Tiedan planted the sugar cane and said aggrievedly: "I won't go to school until next year."

Jiang Xiaochuan smiled when he heard the words. That's right. How could the son of the village party secretary not go to school?

Considering that there are not so many restrictions on the age of going to school in rural areas, it is not surprising that they all go to school later.

After a few words, he left.

But before he left, he put some space spring water in the water where the sugar cane was poured. At least these sugar canes won't die.