good old days

Wang Sumei's attitude was too arrogant, which made the old lady very angry.

"Don't think that you can look down on others just by going to the capital. Were you not a pig farmer in our team before? No matter how good your life is, isn't that man from before still not wanting you?"

Wang Sumei snorted coldly, without mentioning Chen Jinhua at all, and just said: "What's wrong with the pig farmers? Pigs can raise a household worth ten thousand yuan. If you're not happy, just stop opening your mouth and try to attract people to buy fiber, and you'll be idle day by day." "

Did she find another one in the countryside when she was full? What good things can the villagers recommend to her? There are definitely many people who are jealous of her good life. No matter what the other party said, no matter what the man's conditions were, she decided that there was no benefit to having a man in the house.

People about her age have children, and those who can come out and look for them are mostly widowed, and a few are divorced. If she lives in the same family, she will have to accommodate a large family in the future.

She will not get involved in this kind of "good thing".

The old lady was scolded away, and the remaining people did not dare to say any more scolding words about introducing her to someone.

When all the ladies and gentlemen heard her taunting others, they felt familiar with her.

Compared with last year, Wang Sumei looks younger. Her hair is shiny and her face is not wrinkled like other people of her age in the village. She looks like she is in her thirties.

The person still looks the same, but the feeling is obviously different.

Sure enough, the water and soil in the city are more nourishing.

After another hour or so, Chen Yi came over and asked Wang Sumei to come over for dinner, but he was almost blocked by a crowd of people before he could go out.

Old Man Jiang is short and short, but his cooking skills are not bad. The pot of meat stew is fragrant, and the chicken is tender and slightly chewy, not bad at all.

Ma Meili and Jiang Youfu also came to eat with their son Zhenwu. There were eight people crowded on an old square table.

Jiang Youfu watched his father drink and pour another glass, and advised, "Eat more food and drink less wine."

Old Man Jiang ignored him and gave Chen Yi half a cup to clink with him.

He has been drinking for so many years. If something happens to him, something will happen. How can he still live to be sixty-five? His lifespan is considered long in the village.

After dinner, Old Man Jiang went back to the house, and soon he was snoring loudly.

Ma Meili didn't leave even after eating. She kept asking why Chen Xiuyun didn't come back and if she was angry with her.

Ma Meili received the gift Jiang Xinyu sent back from the capital two months later from Chen Xiuyun two months later. What made Ma Meili unhappy was that Chen Xiuyun's attitude towards her was not as good as before.

Jiang Xinyu will not come back a few times in the future. Once a year is considered diligent. She can maintain her face with just a few words, and it doesn't take much effort.

"There are many things at school, and there are study meetings during the summer vacation. Mom has no time to come back, and I don't think there is any need for her to come back. Our sisters are not at home, and she doesn't have many close friends in the village, so she simply won't come back."

Ma Meimei's face heated up at these words, and Jiang Youfu beside him said: "There are a lot of things picked up in the private plot this year. When you leave, bring some to your mother..."

Compared to Ma Meili, Jiang Xinyu had a slightly better sense of this second uncle.

Ma Meili has too many small thoughts, and she is so superficial that others can see through her at a glance. She can't even try to get people to guide her. This second uncle generally doesn't talk much, and he doesn't seem to be as thoughtful as Ma Meili.

But there is a saying that two people cannot sleep under the same quilt.

There will definitely not be much contact with the second uncle and second aunt's family in the future, but there is no need to care too much.

Little Jiang Yan and Jiang Xinyu, mother and son, were sleeping soundly on the mat under the shed. Chen Yi had nothing to do and continued knitting with Old Jiang's semi-finished straw frame. However, he really had no talent in this area and made no progress for a long time.

Old Jiang, who was dazed from sleep, coughed a few times when he got up. When he went out, he saw Chen Yi sitting there. He took out a small cloth bag from his pocket and handed it to Chen Yi, "This is for the third sister Xinyu. I'll go to the ground." Old man Jiang is short and thin, and the alcohol he drank at noon has not completely dissipated. His face is dark and red, but he looks quite energetic when he picks up the hoe and walks away.

Chen Yi opened his small cloth pocket and saw a pile of small change inside. The total amount of change was probably less than twenty yuan. The three Jiang Xinyu sisters each shared a few yuan.

The weather got cooler in the middle of the afternoon. Jiang Xinyu and Chen Yi took their children around the village. The children couldn't take their eyes away from the people stabbing in the river.

The river water was crystal clear and the temperature was not too cold. If it weren't for someone else, Jiang Xinyu would have wanted to jump in and swim twice.

"Xinyu, Chen Yi, your master slept to death under the tree on the ground."

Ma Meili ran so hard that she was out of breath and came closer.

Jiang Xinyu asked back: "Did you sleep to death? Are you still angry?"

Ma Meili waved her hand, "I'm out of breath. I think he's gone."

"He was working hard before, but he fell asleep after sitting there for a while. I also said that if he came to laze in the fields, it would be better to go back and rest. Who would have thought that he slept under the tree all afternoon and didn't wake up."

Before arriving at her second uncle's house, Jiang Xinyu heard his crying.

Jiang Xinyu asked Chen Yi to take the child back and entered the hospital herself.

Old Man Jiang was lying on the mat, his complexion not much different from that at noon, looking black and red.

Jiang Youfu knelt beside him and cried with tears on his face, and his voice was hoarse from howling.

Jiang Xinyu handed Ma Meili the small cloth bag that Old Jiang gave to Chen Yi, "This afternoon, I gave it to our three sisters when I went to work in the fields."

Old Man Jiang looked very normal during the day. He could still kill chickens and cook vigorously at noon, he could drink and eat, and he went to work in the fields in the afternoon. Such a normal person died at the drop of a hat.

Recalling what he said today, I felt that he meant to give his last words. He didn't forget to pay before going to the ground. Could it be that he himself was aware that the end was approaching?

Ma Meili opened her eyes and couldn't believe it. The old man didn't even leave a penny to her family Zhenwu, so why should he leave it to the three sisters Jiang Xinyu?

Death in the village is not a trivial matter, and soon a group of people came.

When Chen Yi came, he took out five big unity cards from his pocket and gave them to Jiang Youfu in front of everyone, asking him to organize the funeral of Old Man Jiang.

The villagers nodded inwardly, feeling that Jiang Xinyu and his wife were doing well.

One or two yuan from a family in the village is a lot, but five yuan from a relative is considered too much. People like Chen Yi who give fifty yuan at a time are rare in any village.

Jiang Xinyu didn't come back at all when Old Mrs. Li died. This time when Old Jiang died, Jiang Xinyu and Chen Yi didn't plan to attend his funeral in the village before leaving, so the money they gave was just to silence everyone.

My mother-in-law had tidied up the house and made it barely livable. She put clean sheets on it and the family of three lay down side by side.

The child had no worries at all and fell into a deep sleep when the time came.

The couple talked quietly, listening to the incessant chirping of insects outside for a while without falling asleep.

It can be said that Jiang Xinyu has no feelings for Old Man Jiang, but the person who was still alive and sitting with her for dinner at noon disappeared in the afternoon, and she felt somewhat unspeakable emotions in her heart.

The moonlight illuminated the entrance to the village, and Jiang Baoqin, Jiang Zhifei, and Jiang Yuehua took advantage of the moonlight and stepped into the village.

(End of this chapter)