Girlfriend's Fortune

Chapter 77 No.70 Chapter Seven: Be Careful
The village chief's house is also a brick and tile house with a simple population. In a courtyard, there are three rooms in the middle and two rooms on the left and right sides. It is easy to count.

Mr. Tang is the son of the village chief, and his daughter married to another village.

And the village chief has only one son and one daughter.

Tang Mingde, the son of the village chief, also has only one son and one daughter, which is really simple for several generations.

Mr. Tang lives in the room on the right side of the upper room, and in the middle is the main room, where the family eats and meets guests.

At this moment, the meal is ready, and the village chief's daughter-in-law, Meng Shi, is taking her daughter Tang Hui to rush to bring the food to the main room.

A family of three women, besides cooking, they usually do embroidery work. The embroidery handed down by the grandmother of the village head can sell very well, so there is no pig or chicken in the family to delay the women. their time.

It's clean and quiet.

There are only seven people in a family, and there is no need to divide the tables, and one table can sit down.

Mr. Tang's teeth are not good, so Meng's must cook some soft dishes every meal, even porridge, they will be boiled softer.

He doesn't have a big appetite, one bowl is enough, and he is not greedy.

Putting down the bowls and chopsticks, seeing his son still sipping a glass of wine, he said: "For two mouthfuls, I have to divide it into five mouthfuls. Drink it quickly, and help me back to the room. I have something to say to you."

This is a rare time, when the village head heard it, he didn't dare to delay, he quickly raised his head and drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, then cleaned up the porridge in the bowl, wiped his mouth, got up and helped Mr. Tang, and the whole process was done in one go , that is, ten breaths of effort.

The village chief's wife was afraid that he would choke, but the father-in-law didn't care about things, and suddenly he wanted to tell his son something, it must be a big deal.

Seeing the father and son go in through the ear door, the village chief's wife hurriedly asked the younger generation to go back to the house after dinner, so as not to disturb them.

The room on the right has good lighting, and the room is bright.

Mr. Tang sat down on the edge of the bed and let the village chief sit on the chair opposite.

"Father, what do you want to say to your son?" The village chief sat upright with a serious face.

Mr. Tang was silent for a long while, he couldn't hear any movement outside, and then slowly opened his mouth, "A strange old man came to the village today, and he chatted with me a lot under the old banyan tree. They are all asking about people and things in our Songshan Village."

When the village chief heard this, his expression became more serious, "Xu is the old man from the surrounding villages, who is free to walk around?"

"It's an old man, but he's much smarter than me." Mr. Tang chuckled.

"The point is, he said that he is from the stone village opposite, so I asked him about the rich students in the stone village, but he actually followed me."

When the village chief heard this, he also became suspicious, "This Xu Housheng is from Dazao Village, how can he be from Stone Village? Dad thinks there is something wrong with this old man?"

"What if not?" Mr. Tang said.

The village chief was silent, with a lot of thoughts in his mind, but he had to tell himself to be calm. He was the village chief, so he couldn't panic.

Seeing his son's stable appearance, Mr. Tang felt a lot of comfort in his heart. After a while, he concluded, "No matter why he came, we don't need to panic. What happened back then, now we only know the inside story I'm with old lady Mo, even you, before I die, I won't tell you the rest, as long as the two of us don't speak up, who knows what?"

"Don't panic, let's just pretend that we don't know that he has malicious intentions, don't mess around, let's see if he will come again."

"Father can make up his mind, my son will listen to you!" The village head hurriedly responded.

After the beating stabilized his son, Mr. Tang took a nap, got up and drank a bowl of sugar eggs brought by his grandson-in-law, and went out for a walk on crutches.

There are a total of 24 households in the village, two of them are at the foot of the mountain, and the 22 households that are next to each other are not far away.

Old lady Mo is also 83 this year, three years older than Mr. Tang, and her body is not as strong as Mr. Tang's, so she doesn't always go out for a walk like Mr. Tang.

Their family lived at the end of the village, across from Mei Fu's house. The family population was simple, except for Mrs. Mo, there was only Mrs. Mo's son and daughter-in-law.

The son and daughter-in-law are also getting older. When they were young, they gave birth to several children and couldn't stand up. Now they make a living by hosting banquets for others. There are only three of them, and they can live on.

After all, once someone hosts a banquet, they will get money, and they can get some meat and vegetables to take home.

Xu is old, and his skills cannot be taken over by others, so Huang Dashao took in an apprentice last year. The fat water does not flow to outsiders, and this apprentice is a child in the village.

Take it with you as soon as the banquet is held, this child is also filial, and in the future it will be regarded as someone who will take care of the sick bed, so that he will not die alone.

Today, Huang Dashao and his wife happened to go out to hold a banquet for someone. The family was far away, and they hadn't returned home at this point.

Mr. Tang passed by, glanced at the yard, and didn't call the door to go in, but talked to Mei Fu who was looking at the chicken cubs in the yard for a while.

Having said enough, Mr. Tang continued to take a walk. When he arrived at Nanniwan, he saw a dozen ducks raised by Liu Laomeng's family rolling around in the wet mud, playing like mud ducks.

"The ducks in their family are growing well this year."

There was a voice behind him, Mr. Tang looked back, and said with a smile: "Yes, this duck looks good. When it's Chinese New Year, I'll buy one at his house and kill it for the New Year's Eve dinner. It's fat. My sister-in-law is here. Shoot pigweed?"

"Yes."

The gray-haired old woman Mo had a basket in her arms and a sickle in her hand, apparently she was out to cut some grass to feed the pigs.

They also have a pig.

Old Mr. Tang was leaning on crutches, seven or eight steps away from Mrs. Mo, and looked at Mrs. Mo from time to time, fearing that she would cut her hand or faint if she didn't stand up.

The mid-afternoon breeze was blowing, making Nanniwan very cool.

"There is a stranger coming to the village today, my old sister-in-law should be careful."

"I don't go out very often, who can come to the house?... But Brother Dayou, you stroll around every day and take care of yourself."

"But I understand, don't worry, old sister-in-law."

The breeze blew away the sound, but the noise of a dozen ducks quacking could not be blown away.

At this time, the road in the village was bustling with activity, and many little girls came here with their backpacks on their backs, chatting and laughing.

When you see someone, you obediently call out, "Hello, Mrs. Tang! Hello, Mrs. Mo!"

Mr. Tang nodded, smiled at the little girls, and walked back to the village on crutches.

Seeing that old lady Mo was trembling, the little girls helped each other one by one, and quickly filled old lady Mo's basket.

Old lady Mo smiled, and slowly went home with the basket in hand.

Seeing old lady Mo walking away, Zhang Lihua murmured to Song Qiu in a low voice, "Grandma Mo is in her seventies, right? She looks very tough! In our village, she and Mrs. Tang are the only two old birthday stars! "

"I heard from my grandma that when our ancestors fled from disasters and settled here, Grandpa Tang and Grandma Mo were not much older than us now." Song Qiu said.

Zhang Lihua nodded, "Yes, I heard that many people died in the flood. Our ancestors have gone through too many hardships to have us now."

Human life in a disaster is worthless, but it is true.

Song Qiu sighed softly, looked at the sinking sun in the west, and quickly grabbed an earthworm that was burrowing into the mud.

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