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Looking at the Zhou family yard getting further away, the old uncle, grandma, cousin, Zhou Ziying and others couldn't describe the feeling.

Will they come back?
I wonder what it will be like next time I come back?
Zhou Xiangyu looked at the vast land and the Zhou family's ancestral graves on the mountain indifferently, as if he saw his grandfather watching him sadly as he traveled away.

He remembered that on his 10th birthday, his grandfather was still alive. He held his hand and rode in a carriage along the road at the head of the field. From the rising sun to the setting sun, it took more than two months to clear all the fields. Read it again.

Taigong said: "Xiaoyu, you are my great-eldest grandson. This is your first time patrolling our Zhou family's fields! No matter how well we live outside, the fields are our roots and this is our home. When I stay here, my heart feels at ease.”

That day, he could clearly see the pride on Taigong's face.

The shadows of the two people dragged very long in the sunset.

Zhou Xiangyu took his family to Yancang Town.

In more than half a year, Yancang Town has changed a lot. Many buildings have been built, more bungalows have been built, and roads have been built.

It is not as beautiful as Lin'an Mansion, but the planning is very good. This was also Xu Zishan's suggestion. He told the working group sent by Zhou Fei and Ying Xinzi to plan it well from the beginning to avoid construction and demolition in the future.

That night, the Han family and the Zhou family had a dinner together. Because there were too many people, they set up two tables at the Harbor Hotel in Yancang Town.

Grandma Han was very happy that her eldest brother, sister-in-law, nephews and grandnephews finally climbed out of the quagmire.

It was her favorite grandson Xinghui who helped bring her mother's family out.

Except for my brother Zhou Yuqing, who is doing something wrong abroad, several brothers have come to Yancang Town, and everyone gathers together again just like they did when they were children.

The last time my uncle and grandma saw Jun'er and Tu'er was when the moon was full.

Now, the two little guys are 7 months old. Although they cannot walk, they can stand holding on to the table.

Boys are slow to talk, and neither baby can speak, but Jun'er loves to laugh, and will make anyone tease her with a face-saving smile.

Tu'er doesn't smile, and he doesn't like others to guide him. He only recognizes Xu Zishan and Han Xinghui and only listens to their words.

Grandma Han said to her uncle and grandma: "Sister-in-law, you don't know, these two children are extraordinary. Jun'er, now he is reading the Analects of Confucius, reading Policy Theory, and giving him story books, but he doesn't like to read them yet. Just math. , he also read the junior high school textbook that his uncle had previewed, and he read it with great interest. I asked him if he could understand it, and he nodded."

My great-aunt found it strange: "Then does he really know how to do it?"

"Yes! His uncle took the homework book and did the questions, and asked him if he did it right. If he did it right, he would nod, and if he didn't, he would shake his head."

What Grandma Han said made even Zhou Yuxi find it novel.I wonder if my sister is doting on her great-grandson and exaggerating?
But the uncle and grandma took it seriously and gave Jun'er a catch-up question for fifth grade elementary school students on the spot.

Jun'er couldn't speak or write, so he just watched his aunt and uncle happily blowing bubbles.

My uncle and grandma took a pen and wrote the answer, and asked Jun'er: "Is what my great-aunt did right?"

Jun'er took one look and shook his head.

My uncle and grandma were excited, but didn't say anything. They immediately wrote another answer. Jun'er still shook his head.

The uncle and grandma said doubtfully: "That's right!"

Ying Mingchen heard this, came over to look at it, and said, "Uncle, you made a mistake. The formula is correct, but the answer is wrong."

The uncle and grandma saw that it was not the case. She hurriedly changed the answer and showed it to Jun'er: "Jun'er, is it right this time?"

The little guy opened his mouth and nodded vigorously, Ah Tai did the right thing!

After doing this, everyone felt it was amazing. Zhou Xiangyu asked Xu Zishan, what books had Jun'er read?

Ying Mingxuan said proudly: "My sister brought me all the textbooks from junior high school and high school to preview, and he also read them."

"Ah, you have watched it in junior high school and high school? Can you do it?" Zhou's family members were all curious.

Xu Zishan smiled and said, "I don't know if he was playing or if he actually watched it. I haven't tested it."

Zhou Xiangyu took a function problem and showed it to him.After writing a wrong answer, Jun'er looked at it and shook his head.

Zhou Xiangyu felt strange that he had written it wrong on purpose, but he still shook his head.

Zhou Xiangyu wrote incorrectly four times in a row, and the child shook his head. He was also very good-tempered and not impatient. He kept smiling like a Maitreya Buddha on his face.

Han Xinghui brought it and wrote down the correct answer. Jun'er hugged Han Xinghui and kissed him. My father was still smart.

Han Xinghui touched the saliva on his face, opened the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "Jun'er, are you using dad's face as a rag to wipe the saliva?"

Everyone was shocked by Jun'er's magic. Isn't he a child prodigy? He is only 7 months old and can understand junior high school mathematics.

Xu Zishan smiled and said nothing. She wanted to ask if it would be too scary for Jun'er to look at integral calculus in a decent manner.

The Zhou family was already well-educated, but now they were all excited.

Zhou Shuan simply said: "Jun'er has obtained the true biography of the Zhou family. The Zhou family knows how to read."

Grandma Han immediately said: "Nonsense, doesn't your cousin have very good grades? He is from the Han family."

Zhou Shuan said with a smile: "My cousin is your son, and he is half of the Zhou family."

Han Xinghui settled the matter with one sentence: "Stop arguing. Jun'er is my and Xu Zishan's son. Each of us will give him half of his intelligence."

Grandma Han said proudly: "Xinghui's IQ was measured to be over 200, which is much higher than Ah Jin."

Many people are saying: Ah, Han Laosan’s IQ is over 200?It was a pity not to study hard at the beginning.

Everyone praised Jun'er, but Tu'er didn't say anything. He supported the wall and slowly moved to the corner. There was a flower stand with a small orange potted plant on it.

The little chubby hands were digging at the soil in the basin.

His hands were touching the little orange.

Xu Zishan saw it, hugged him over, wiped his little hands clean with a paper towel, and said softly: "When you can walk, mother will give you thirty acres of land near the vegetable planting base. The soil there is not bad."

Tu'er was silent and didn't like to laugh. His black and white eyes were long and thin, exactly like Han Xinghui's eyes.

She wiped Tu'er's hands clean, called Han Xinghui over, nuzzled at the orange potted plant, and whispered, "Take that pot of oranges and replace it with a pot of cyclamen."

Han Xinghui blinked twice with his slender eyes:?
Xu Zishan whispered: "Tu'er has played with it before."

Han Xinghui picked up the orange potted plant, put it in the car, and immediately went back to the Han family's old house.

When he got home, he took down the orange potted plant and looked at it without saying a word.

This potted plant is for ornamental purposes. When we were in the hotel, the potted plant was only one foot high, with a trunk diameter of about one centimeter. There were 7 or 8 small orange-yellow tangerines hanging on it, no larger than a quail egg.

Now, its main trunk is 4 centimeters in diameter and about 1.5 meters high. Those 7 or 8 oranges are bigger than his fist. Moreover, several clusters of new flower buds have opened and the flowers have fallen behind. At least dozens of oranges are bearing fruit.

Silently, I dug a deep hole in the yard with a shovel, transplanted the oranges from the pot into it, covered them with soil, and returned to the hotel as if nothing had happened.

Seeing Tu'er who was silent in Xu Zishan's arms, he reached out to hug him, picked up the food with chopsticks, and carefully stuffed it into his mouth, watching him squint his little eyes and eat.

Han Xinghui fed him a lot more food. Xu Zishan said: "He is still young and his stomach has not grown well. Don't feed him too many vegetables because he can't digest them."

"No, Tu'er is like me, easy to raise."

Han Xinghui felt sorry for this little son.

Children who cry are given milk, children who laugh are given sweets, but Tu'er is an inconspicuous piece of dust, silent and always doing things impeccably in silence.

Yue Xin, Lin Huahua, thank you for your countless warmth, Huahua~