Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 129 Yang Family Village

When the sun's big face was only lost, Yang Shitou finally arrived at Yangjiazhuang in a donkey cart.

Yang Xiaotao also breathed a sigh of relief, finally arrived, and he can get out of the car slowly.

Originally, they could have come back earlier, but with Yang Shitou's personality, when they passed Gaojiazhuang, it was inevitable to show off again.

If Yang Xiaotao hadn't reminded that time was running out, Yang Shitou could have stayed a little longer.

No way, who let his old man stay here?
Yang Xiaotao also left a box of big front doors, and then left from the seven aunts and eight aunts, which also attracted the hearts of all the girls in the village, who were asking someone to go to Yang's village to inquire about Yang Xiaotao's situation.

Standing at the entrance of the village, looking at the stone tablet full of vicissitudes of history, the history of the establishment of the village is written on it.

Yangjiazhuang was here very early. At first it was the Zhuangzi of a wealthy family during the Qing Dynasty, and later in the Republic of China, this family was ransacked by warlords and gradually became the residence of ordinary people.

The whole village is a typical northern village layout, east to west, north to south, with cross streets in the middle, wide roads, and narrow alleys in each alley.

To the north of the village is an earthen ridge, no more than 30 meters high, with a very gentle slope. It is the main farming area for Gaojiazhuang and Baima Village to the west.

To the south is a small hill with high terrain and undulating mountains. There is also a river in the south of Shanbei Village, and there is a reservoir about a hundred miles upstream of the river.

So Shannan is the planting area of ​​the village. In my memory, hawthorn apples and mountain chestnuts are planted there.

On the chest, Xiaowei was eager to try, as if returning to nature, even Yang Xiaotao could feel the comfortable mood.

"Don't worry, don't worry, it's up to you to play!"

Comforting Xiaowei, Yang Xiaotao saw two people coming out of the village.

One tall and one short, the short one in front.

The two were wearing padded jackets, and the short one was wearing a military overcoat, but the color was a bit old, and it covered more than half of his body.

"Master!"

Yang Shitou yelled, Yang Xiaotao reacted and ran over quickly.

Seeing Grandpa Yang again, the old man's sallow face was a bit older than before, and his hair was full of silver threads like steel needles, but it was not as lush as before.

"Master!"

Yang Xiaotao hurried forward to support his arm, but Mr. Yang raised his leg and kicked Yang Shitou's ass.

"Little bastard, come back so late, why did you go!"

"The whole family is waiting, it's not serious or serious!"

Yang Shitou laughed along with him, not daring to dodge, "Master, Uncle Zhuang."

"There are a lot of things that don't pull, so walk a little slower!"

Yang Shitou smiled mischievously, revealing the donkey cart behind him.

Only then did Yang Xiaotao look at the tall figure beside him, with a Chinese character face and square auricles, standing there, with righteousness in his round eyes.

"Big Uncle."

Yang Xiaotao called out, this person is Yang Dazhuang, the head of the village and the captain of the militia.

It is said that during the military parade this year, he also participated in the militia phalanx, and he is a well-known figure around him.

Of course, Yang Shitou told him all this.

"Xiaotao, just come back!"

Yang Dazhuang's voice was loud and kind, inside and out.

"Little brat, why did you bring so many things when you came back?"

On the other side, Mr. Yang walked up to the donkey cart, took a look and then turned around and started cursing.

Yang Xiaotao smiled, "Why don't you come back and honor you!"

"Fuck off, it's not your turn to be filial."

Mr. Yang was talking, but he saw the liquor on the cart, he stepped onto the donkey cart, and took a bag of liquor in his arms.

"You kid, what if you break it? I don't know the severity!"

Yang Xiaotao smiled, and Yang Dazhuang patted him on the shoulder, "Grandpa waited all afternoon, and the dishes have been reheated twice."

Yang Xiaotao was moved when he heard it, this is the feeling of home.

No matter how late it is, there are people waiting for you to go home for dinner.

"Little Shitou, hurry up and drive."

Mr. Yang held the wine bottle, glanced at the things on the car, and hurriedly urged.

Yang Shitou immediately pulled the donkey cart forward, Yang Xiaotao and Yang Dazhuang followed behind, talking.

While talking, it was getting dark, there were no street lights in the village, and the houses on both sides of the road began to light up kerosene lamps.

A little bit of candlelight shines through the window, and the smell of cooked rice spreads around, adding a touch of fireworks.

Soon the car came to the "Brigade Headquarters", which is actually the office in the village. Because the team is often assembled here to go out to work, it is called this name.

Of course, now this is still the place where the whole village eats, the collective restaurant of the entire production team.

This is the only place in the village with electricity.

Movies are usually played near here.

When the car stopped, there were already people waiting in the yard, and the lights were turned on, revealing a figure.

"Xiaotao, you're back!"

"I'm back with a lot of stuff!"

"It's terrible, the boy from Lao Gen's family is promising!"

Discussions surrounded Yang Xiaotao, Yang Xiaotao kept being polite, these people were all uncles, uncles, sisters-in-law and aunts, so they couldn't be neglected.

Many people looked at the things on the car with envious expressions.

These days, everyone eats a big pot of rice. As long as the meal time comes, every household will go to the village canteen, which is the brigade headquarters, to eat with the rice bowl and chopsticks.

Of course, this is just a formal average, so that everyone can have something to eat.

Therefore, logically speaking, the things Yang Xiaotao brought back would be handed over to the brigade to take care of them, and then the whole village would come to eat them when they ate.

But in fact, the respected old people in a brigade often have more right to speak, and some village cadres also have more autonomy.

It's not that they are corrupt and socialism, but that they have made adjustments based on the actual situation.

There is nothing to say about the relationship between people in the same village.

They all knew that Yang Xiaotao was from Yangjiazhuang.

Therefore, these things belonged to Yang Xiaotao, and he didn't say anything to anyone.

After all, it was bought by others to honor the elders.

"Okay, I'll see you all. After dinner, we'll go back to our houses. Tomorrow is Chinese New Year, and some people are making trouble!"

Seeing the crowd surrounding Yang Xiaotao, Mr. Yang quickly opened his mouth, and the crowd dispersed.

However, there are still a few people standing there.

Grandpa Yang didn't say anything, Yang Xiaotao was a little surprised, these people were not familiar with them.

At this moment, several people looked at each other, stepped forward together, bent over, and Yang Xiaotao was so frightened that he hurriedly ran away.

"Masters, uncles, what are you doing?"

"I can't stand it."

Yang Xiaotao was puzzled, and hurriedly said, but Yang Dazhuang who was beside him opened his mouth to explain.

"Last year you asked your grandfather to bring back the money to build a house for them. This year they don't have to suffer from the cold."

"They can't repay this kindness now. But it must be recorded."

"Otherwise, they will be on their minds for the rest of their lives."

Yang Dazhuang explained thoroughly, and the expressions of several people were also sincere.

"Xiaotao, uncle is really thanking you, otherwise my mistress would have froze to death with your money."

The leading old man was about the same age as the old man, but his spirit was quite weak, and he continued to bow after speaking.

Yang Xiaotao copied over one step at a time, and helped the old man up.

"Uncle, what you say is that you are not treating me as the Yang family."

In a word, it speaks to everyone's heart.

The old man had tears in his eyes.

"Old uncle, all uncles, I, Yang Xiaotao, are the offspring of Yang Laogen, the son of our Yang family village. The blood flowing in my body is the blood of Yang family village. Even if I die, I will be buried in this ancestral grave."

Yang Xiaotao didn't think much about it at all, and just said it outright.

Mr. Yang saw it clearly, and shouted to everyone.

"Yes, Xiaotao is right. Lao Jiu, don't make things difficult for him! We don't talk about each other as a family!"

"Clean up everything, go to my house in a while, and celebrate Xiaotao!"

"This little bastard has brought several bottles of wine, let's have a drink in a while!"

"Hahaha"

Mr. Yang has a high status and speaks tough words. Seeing that Yang Xiaotao is not the kind of person who cares about every detail, and that he speaks to their hearts, they became more enthusiastic.

Only Yang Xiaotao was a little strange, what celebration?Isn't it just going home?Is it still necessary to make it so big?

And, go home?
In his impression, this hometown has collapsed a long time ago. When his father was still there, he lived in the brigade headquarters when he came back.

I didn't know what to do, but I drove with Yang Shitou and followed the crowd.

He just turned around and stopped next to the brigade headquarters. In front of him was a double wooden door.

Mr. Yang waved his hand, "Where's Xiaotao? Come and open the door!"

Yang Xiaotao walked through the crowd, looked at the two doors full of traces of time, and stretched out his hand to push in doubt.

Squeak~~

The wood creaked, and the door was pushed open, revealing a courtyard and two houses opposite.

"Master!"

Yang Xiaotao turned his head, but Mr. Yang told him to go first.

Yang Xiaotao didn't understand what was going on, but he vaguely felt that he had guessed something, so he stepped over the threshold and walked into the room in doubt.

"Haha, okay, let's go in!"

After Grandpa Yang finished speaking, Yang Xiaotao immediately understood what was going on, and he dared not accept this gift.

"Grandfather, please explain clearly, what's going on?"

Yang Xiaotao blocked the crowd and hurriedly asked.

"You child, you are so smart that you can't guess?"

The old uncle on the side suddenly spoke, but said it with a smile.

"I'll talk about it."

Grandpa Yang walked up to Yang Xiaotao, looking at Yang Xiaotao as if looking at his offspring, his eyes were soft, but his voice was sonorous.

"Your family moved out early, and the houses in the village have long since collapsed and no one is looking after them. Now there is no land to be found."

"The rest of the money you gave last time will be used to decorate my house. I will take care of it for you at ordinary times, and I will have a place to stay when I come back in the future!"

How could Yang Xiaotao fail to understand the meaning in the words, it was obvious that he had ruined two houses.

Excited, happy and deeply affectionate.

"Master!"

"me"

Yang Xiaotao's speech was confused, and his eyes were a little red.

"What are you talking about? You don't think I'm an old man."

"No, I don't dislike it."

"From now on, you will be a family member, and I will take care of you until the end of your life!"

What Yang Xiaotao said was not abrupt, and the people around him were not surprised either.

Mr. Yang led his clansmen to make a revolution and fight devils, and he was the only one left in the family. The big guys had already agreed that the whole village would take care of the grandfather until the end of his life. Now there is only one more Yang Xiaotao, not many.

"Hahaha"

Grandpa Yang smiled boldly, two tears flowed out, but then disappeared.

"Okay, from now on, my father and I will live together, and you have to take care of the wine."

He supported Yang Xiaotao, his fingers were like steel bars, and he couldn't bear to refuse.

"Get up, this is a good thing, a happy thing, let's go and eat in the house."

Grandpa Yang walked first, while Yang Xiaotao stood aside to welcome everyone.

This is his home, and it's only natural for the host to welcome guests.

Walking into the house, it is a bit smaller than the courtyard houses, and the surroundings are covered with mud, and the walls are covered with newspapers for cleanliness.

There are two rooms in the east and west, and the living room in the middle.

A hearth, a stove, a kang, and a bed.

Soon, a fire broke out in the house, and Yang Shitou's daughter-in-law brought two old women over to help. Yang Xiaotao and Yang Shitou moved everything from the car.

In the front hall, there were seven or eight old people sitting around the table, and Yang Dazhuang was pouring water in front of the table with a teapot on the side.

Yang Shitou's daughter-in-law, surnamed Wang, is from Gaojiazhuang. She is very honest, responsible and doesn't talk much, but she works very hard.

Yang Xiaotao saw that there were only some cabbage clappers in the pot, no meat and only a little oil foam floating on it, so he didn't feel that he was being treated poorly.

At present, this meal has surpassed the rural level.

Besides, in this age of eating big pots of rice, this is equivalent to starting a small stove.

With emotion in my heart, I rolled up my sleeves and came to the chopping board.

"Brother Shitou, bring the red bag here."

Yang Shitou was secretly stuffing the saved toffee into his daughter-in-law's pocket, when Yang Xiaotao called her, her face turned red.

"Hey, good."

Yang Shitou quickly found a red envelope from the bag and handed it to Yang Xiaotao.

When the bag was opened, there was a large piece of meat inside.

Under the dim kerosene lamp, the color of the meat was somewhat yellow.

The eyes of those chatting with Grandpa Yang noticed this and their eyes widened.

"This is lamb!"

A person with a sharp nose smelled the smell and said affirmatively.

Yang Xiaotao had already picked up the knife, chopping and chopping the mutton into slices.

"Drink mutton soup tonight, I invite you!"

In a word, enthusiasm ran high in the room.

(End of this chapter)