Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 95
On the third day of the Lunar New Year, when the young lady and uncle returned home, Han Zhaoguo and his wife Ma Dongmei came to the old man’s house in Dingtun. The old man and the mother-in-law set up a table of dishes.

"Zhaoguo, let's drink more today." The father-in-law took out a bottle of sorghum wine and filled it up for my uncle.

Han Zhaoguo is a stuffy character, he never talks to anyone, this kind of character is very popular nowadays, anyone who sees him will say that he is honest, responsible, stable and reliable, and the father-in-law is quite satisfied with his son-in-law.

The food and wine are on the table, and the gossip is homely.

After a few glasses of wine, the father-in-law asked about the Hantun chicken farm, "I heard that the chicken farm in your brigade is doing very well, and it got a lot of money last year."

"It's okay, some money."

Ma Dongmei said to her parents braggingly: "That's not it. The family divided 70 yuan, and this is only in November. He Ping, the director of the chicken farm, said that the scale of our chicken farm has to be expanded this year." , By the end of the year, the money distributed will be several times more than this year."

Ma Dongmei's father took a sip of wine, "You Hantun are really talented!"

"Isn't it? If you don't say that he is a cultural person, his brain is good." Ma Dongmei admires He Ping from the bottom of her heart. She thought that when she was rescued by her two uncles, she couldn't even eat enough. It took a year to make such a big commotion.

"He Ping has a good relationship with our family. Our uncle still has a stake in the chicken farm." Ma Dongmei said flamboyantly.

Han Zhaoguo felt that his wife was talking too much, so he touched his wife's foot under the table, "What are you talking about, who knows what this year will be like."

"Tell me what's wrong, my parents are not outsiders, so there's nothing to be afraid of talking about it."

"It's okay, I'm just chatting. I didn't expect your Zhaojun to be very powerful. The dry stock of this chicken farm may be divided into a lot of money, right?"

"That's not true. Before the Chinese New Year, the team distributed dividends, and Zhaojun alone distributed nearly 1000 yuan."

Ma Dongmei's parents were taken aback, "1000 yuan?"

"That's right, how can they share more evenly with the field length, more than 3000 yuan."

Han Zhaoguo frowned as he listened to the conversation between his wife and his father-in-law. He was cautious and conservative, and instinctively disliked his wife's showing off. What to say, can only be left to my wife.

It was already afternoon when he came out of the old man's house. Han Zhaoguo's alcohol capacity was not bad, at least much better than He Ping's, and he was still sober.

The two of them walked from Hantun, so they had to walk back. The distance between the two brigades was six or seven miles, and they could walk there in less than an hour.

Walking on the road, Han Zhaoguo complained to his wife, "Why are you telling your parents so much about the chicken farm?"

"That's what I'm afraid of. If there's anything I can't say, those are my parents."

Seeing that his wife was a little unhappy, Han Zhaoguo explained: "That's not what I meant. Don't you understand what it means to make a fortune in silence? When the time comes, there will be a lot of rumors. What benefits will we have?"

Ma Dongmei said indifferently: "I see you, you don't talk much, but you have a lot of heart. If it spreads, you can do nothing. Our chicken farm is aboveboard, and we don't steal or rob. There is nothing to be afraid of."

"Then what your father said, there are people in their brigade who want to deal with the chicken farm."

"What's the matter? I'm jealous when I see us making money. I don't believe it. They can do it with a slap on the head? Will our eggs not be sold?"

Han Zhaoguo saw that his wife didn't take it to heart at all, and didn't talk anymore. After all, the old lady still thought too little.

Commune, Liangtun.

Today is Monday, Mao Chunhua and his mother worked for half a day, and asked for leave in the afternoon.

"Why hasn't my dad come back yet?" Mao Chunhua was washing the dishes in his hands and looking at the door.

"Just after the festival, your father has a lot of things to do, and he will be back soon." said mother Wen Guizhen.

Today is the day when He Ping visits the house, because his father has too much work, so he set the time for the afternoon.He Ping brought up the visit on his own initiative. He and Mao Chunhua have known each other for half a year. Although they haven't really been together for a long time, they still know each other quite well.Now that we have made up our minds to be together, we naturally have to give the girl an explanation.

"Fortunately, I asked He Ping to come over later, otherwise I would have waited stupidly when I came." Mao Chunhua pouted.

The mother slapped Mao Chunhua on the shoulder, "Isn't there such a poor child who treats me as a mother?"

"Mom, look at you, I didn't mean that."

"Then what do you mean? Oh, your dad can be the master of the house?"

Comrade Mao Chunhua was very sober when it came to the big right and wrong of this kind of power struggle within the family, and he held his mother's arm and said coquettishly: "Look at what you said, of course you are the master of this family, and I, a little soldier, have to rely on you His wise leadership has pointed out the way forward."

"You don't come here, I don't know you yet, so I will coax me."

The mother and daughter were talking and laughing as they prepared meals, and after a while Director Mao came home.

Before her daughter could speak first, Wen Guizhen complained, "Why did you come back? Didn't I tell you to come earlier?"

"Recently there have been a lot of things, and the higher-ups have issued policies." Director Mao washed his hands and explained briefly, "Has He Ping not arrived yet?"

Mao Chunhua was afraid of his father's criticism, so he hurriedly said: "I asked him to come later, and your time is not fixed."

Director Mao rubbed his hands and said with a teasing smile: "Okay, I started talking to others before I got married."

What his father said made Mao Chunhua blush, "Dad, what are you talking about?"

"That's right, no father would say that about his daughter." Wen Guizhen put away her husband's clothes after finishing speaking.

"Okay, okay, what I said was wrong." The mother and daughter are now a united front, and he can't fight alone. It is reasonable to admit that he is cowardly, and changed the subject: "You tell He Ping when to come."

"It should be soon."

Director Mao rolled up his sleeves, "Chunhua, step aside, Dad will show you a hand today."

Mao Chunhua wished he didn't have to work by himself, so he made room for his father.

"Hey, this is really a son-in-law's visit. Our Director Mao is going to cook for himself." Wen Guizhen said with a strange expression.

"Chunhua, look at your mother, this is jealousy."

"Originally, you usually don't touch the spring water with your ten fingers, but now you are working hard." Mao Chunhua said to his mother.

"Well, I'm doing something wrong with this job." Director Mao made a look of grievance, amusing the mother and daughter.

Director Mao's family was happily preparing meals, while He Ping was struggling to push his permanent sophomore.

Damn it, the wind is too strong today, riding against the wind is a waste of energy, and the car is full of presents, all to please the future father-in-law and mother-in-law, I knew I would borrow a donkey cart from the old captain , this is a crime.

(End of this chapter)