The whole mountain is my hunting ground.

Chapter 291

"dad!"

"dad!"

Seeing Zhao Youcai coming back, Zhao Hong and Zhao Na called Dad, Zhao Youcai said "hmm", then looked at Zhao Jun while taking off his padded jacket.

"Dad." Zhao Jun smiled and said, "Why did you come back so early today?"

"What's the matter?" Zhao Youcai handed the cotton-padded jacket to the hook on the wall, but fixed his eyes on Zhao Jun, and asked irritably, "This is my home, can't I come back sooner?"

Zhao Jun: "..."

At this time, Wang Meilan, who was looking for a rice spoon in the bowl shelf, came back, glanced at Zhao Youcai, and asked, "What's wrong? Did you drink?"

Seeing Wang Meilan, Zhao Youcai's momentum weakened, and he muttered, "I didn't drink, I haven't eaten yet."

"Didn't drink?" Wang Meilan separated the chopsticks, handed one pair to Zhao Na and the other to Zhao Hong, then turned around and asked, "Why is your face so red when you didn't drink?"

"Ah, put it outside, the wind is blowing." As Zhao Youcai said, he took off his shoes and got on the kang, took the chopsticks from Wang Meilan, glanced at the table, and then raised his head and said to Zhao Jun, "Go, give me the wine." Bring it."

"Hey, okay." Hearing that, Zhao Jun hurriedly got up and went to the outhouse to bring Zhao Youcai a wine barrel and a wine glass, then unscrewed the lid of the wine barrel filially, and poured half a glass of wine for Zhao Youcai.

"Son, sit down and eat." Wang Meilan called Zhao Jun to sit down, and handed him the chopsticks.

The food was good, and the family of five ate deliciously, but the two little girls were young and didn't eat much, so they each ate half a bowl before going to the table to play.

After a while, Wang Meilan also put down her chopsticks, but she just sat on the kang and watched Zhao Jun and Zhao Youcai eat.

Sometimes, it is a great happiness to be able to quietly watch one's relatives eat.

One was a man who had passed half his life. Although Zhao Youcai would be stubborn sometimes, he never let himself be wronged even in the hardest and hardest days for so many years.

The other is his own son, which is the flesh that fell from his body. When he was first born, he weighed less than seven catties.

And now, there is no more filial and promising child in Mantunzi than his own son.

At this moment, Wang Meilan, who felt that her life was already very happy, turned her head and said to Zhao Youcai: "His father, someday you can go to Guofeng and talk to Guofeng about granting a piece of land to our son. After we finish, we will prepare things and build a house for the child." .”

"En." Zhao Youcai made a sound through his nose, and responded briefly.

Wang Meilan, who was very happy in her heart, continued: "I told my son at that time, before he gets married, I want to buy him a motorcycle."

"How much will it cost?" When Wang Meilan said that he would buy a motorcycle for Zhao Jun, Zhao Youcai squinted at Zhao Jun, but said to Wang Meilan: "If you build a house and marry a wife, our family still has money." Is it?"

"Yes." Wang Meilan, who was immersed in the beautiful longing, still said excitedly: "Our son has earned so much money in the past six months, and I have saved it over the years. It is enough to pull and pull."

He didn't know whether he was angry or had drunk too much. Hearing this, Zhao Youcai put the wine glass on the table and said to Wang Meilan, "Why don't you say that I still earn money?"

As soon as Zhao Youcai said this, there was an instant silence in Zhao Jun's east room, and the young ladies who were turning over and playing in the kang beside him did not dare to make a sound.

Zhao Youcai's heart jumped, and he secretly thought something was wrong. He was about to say something nice to calm down, but Wang Meilan slapped the table and shouted, "Zhao Youcai, what do you mean? You mean I don't work or earn money!"

"No, no." Zhao Youcai panicked all of a sudden, and quickly waved his hands and said, "How can you think so much? I don't mean that, our family has not been entirely dependent on you these years, serving the land and taking care of the family..."

Zhao Jun was sitting across from Zhao Youcai, and he was almost stuffing his head into his job at this moment. Isn't his father a scumbag?

Wang Meilan gave Zhao Youcai a hard look, picked up the chopsticks on the table with one hand, and picked up the bowls of Zhao Hong, Zhao Na, and herself with the other hand, stacked the three bowls together, and walked out of the room while holding them.

Zhao Jun still ate without saying a word, while Zhao Youcai, who was sitting across from him, sat cross-legged, with his back straight, holding the wine glass to his mouth, taking sips and sips, but his eyes kept falling on the wine. On Zhao Jun.

But seeing that Zhao Jun ignored him, Zhao Youcai rolled his eyes, put the wine glass on the side of the kang table, and asked Zhao Jun, "When I saw you in the cafeteria today, the clothes you were wearing didn't seem to be what you wore yesterday before leaving home. ah?"

"Ah." Hearing Zhao Youcai's question about this, Zhao Jun explained it to him in a short and long way.

But after hearing this, Zhao Youcai didn't seem to be very satisfied. Instead, he scolded: "The good padded jacket and padded trousers are just given to others. They don't come from money? I put them in the yard and work hard all day, and you just leave them outside." Bad luck, right?"

Isn't this just finding fault?

Zhao Jun didn't want a cotton padded jacket, but he was going to the venue at that time, wouldn't it embarrass his brother-in-law to wear such a suit?Don't you embarrass Zhao Youcai?

Not to mention whether the clothes can be washed after they are brought back.But don't you wear a new one after giving it away?

Besides, Zhao Youcai is not a worker, just a cook, how much work can he do in a day?Still working desperately, he is almost becoming a master in the cafeteria in one day.

Zhao Jun also lost his temper when he thought that his nose was not his nose and his eyes were not his eyes since he came back.

The point is, he is full and can go back to the house.

So, Zhao Jun responded immediately: "I think Uncle Hu is having a hard time. The cotton jacket and trousers are full of blood, and they can't be washed out. What can I do for them?"

"What's the matter?" Zhao Youcai shouted, "I see that you have lived a good life for two days, so you don't know what's wrong? Can you just give the cotton jacket and cotton trousers to others?"

"Then what can't be done?" Zhao Jun said, "I didn't put any money in my padded jacket."

"I..." Zhao Youcai was stunned on the spot for a moment, and after two seconds he came back to his senses, pointed at Zhao Jun and roared, "Little brat..."

"You child..." At this time, Wang Meilan rushed in from the outer room, raised her hand and slapped Zhao Jun lightly on the back, and couldn't hold back her laughter when she spoke again. "Angrily reprimanded" Zhao Jun: "Why are you talking to your father? Go, go back to your room."

The old lady gave the steps, and Zhao Jun ran away immediately, and Wang Meilan followed. In the east room, only Zhao Hong and Zhao Na were left in the east room, who were rolling and playing in the kang, and sitting at the kang table, their eyes widened with anger. Zhao Youcai.

Suddenly, Zhao Youcai picked up the wine glass, raised his neck and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

The 56° sorghum wine has a lot of strength. There was more than one or two left in the cup just now, and Zhao Youcai drank it in a hurry. He swallowed it in one gulp, and a pungent rush rushed from his throat to his forehead. Zhao Youcai frowned, tightened his nose, and Close your eyes and cover your head.

Wang Meilan followed Zhao Jun into the opposite room, turned around and closed the door, then faced Zhao Jun and the three wounded dogs, and began to educate Zhao Jun.

"Son, you can't be like your father." Wang Meilan said, "Why are you so mad at him?"

Zhao Jun chuckled, and said, "Mom, didn't I hold back? You see, as soon as he came back, he beat me with words."

"Hey, you kid." Wang Meilan said with some complaints, "Then it's your father too, you can't always be mad at him."

"Mom, it's not..."

"Why not?" Seeing that Zhao Jun still wanted to distinguish, Wang Meilan said angrily, "If you want to make him angry, isn't it our mother who will suffer?"

(End of this chapter)