Dressed as the Fujiao bag of the captain's house

Chapter 50
Ji Beinian doesn't have a deep concept of baby kissing, but he also knows that his grandfather's idea is not feasible.

"not good."

He shook his head:
"Nan Bao is still young, she doesn't understand yet, so she can't get married."

Mr. Ji squeezed his serious face and said with a smile:
"Grandpa is just making a suggestion. If you don't agree, then we won't do it."

Saying this, I decided to write a letter to my son at night.

Regardless of whether the baby is married or not, Nan Bao's influence and help on his little grandson is obvious. He explained it earlier and asked his son and daughter-in-law to bring more things to Nan Bao when they came by the end of the year.

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Early winter season.

The persimmon trees on the mountain are bare, but the villagers of every household have two large jars as tall as eight-year-old children sealed.

Inside were dried persimmons with a layer of frost.

Mu Nannan deliberately looked at the wine in the jar, but there was no ice in it, but the brewing days were not enough, and it had not been successful.

She lay on the mouth of the altar and smelled it, and the smell of wine had come out.

"Nanbao, Nanbao, grandpa and my father are organizing the villagers to fish in the pond. Would you like to go with the second brother to watch the fun?"

Mu Sheng ran in excitedly.

Taoyoshi Village is quite big, but he grew up here since he was a child, and he has played with all kinds of pimples.

It caused him to be bored at times, and fishing and killing pigs at the end of the year was one of his few pleasures.

"Go."

Mu Nannan sealed the mouth of the jar again and let him go out.

When I got to the door, I shouted in the direction of the kitchen:
"Grandma, mom, I went to the pond with my second brother."

"okay!"

Xu Lanxin chased after her and warned:

"Xiaosheng remember to look after your sister!"

Mu Sheng patted his chest and assured:

"Don't worry, Aunt San, I will definitely be optimistic about Nan Bao."

As soon as the two walked to the pond, they saw the villagers carrying a bucket in their hands, and they all stretched their necks to look at Shen Diandian's fishing net.

Mr. Mo and Mr. Mu were the main force, while Mu Jianfeng stood beside the piles of fish caught and called for someone to pick it up:
"Aunt Chen, you got three fish, one weighing more than six pounds, and two weighing more than four pounds."

"Uncle Ge, don't go, you have a share too."

Uncle Ge, who was going to walk around with his hands behind his back, pointed at himself suspiciously:
"I was beaten down to feed the pigs, can I also get fish?"

Mu Jianfeng handed him two fish strung with straw ropes:
"Of course."

"Your household registration falls in Taoji Village, that's the people of Taoji Village."

"Everyone divides the fish together, you will definitely not be missing."

The rest of the villagers also echoed:
"Jianfeng is right, you are a part of Taoji Village, this fish should have your share."

"Yes, yes."

"The primary and junior high schools run by the brigade have not yet started. If you hadn't taught my tiger son to read and write from time to time, I still don't know who to ask him to learn knowledge from?"

No matter what era, everyone knows the power of knowledge, and they respect the intellectual, Uncle Ge, from the bottom of their hearts.

Uncle Ge, who has never been treated like this since his downfall, looked at the simple villagers and almost choked up.

"Thank you."

Thank them for treating him on an equal footing, making him feel warm when he is homeless.

"Hey, thank you."

A woman, Hu Zi's mother, just got the fish, and she warmly invited Uncle Ge to her house for dinner:
"To make fish soup tonight, go to my house and eat it. Huzi has troubled you so many times with his studies. I feel sorry for you if you don't go to eat a meal."

Uncle Ge kept resigning, but she was too enthusiastic, so she had to follow.

Mu Jianfeng glanced at Uncle Ge's unconsciously straight back, smiled, and then continued to divide the fish:
"Dad, you got five fish, two weighing more than five pounds and three weighing more than seven pounds."

Mu Weiguo took it, put it into the bucket, and said:

"Separate Brother Ji's fish as well, and I'll help him get it back."

　Everyone knows that the background of this article is the 70s.

　　I will try to skip these things as much as possible, but I also hope that everyone can understand it when I briefly skim.

　　
　　
　
(End of this chapter)