Fast time travel: He made up for his mistakes in the plane

Chapter 2 No. 2 Sugar Cane [-]
After breakfast, I waited until ten o'clock before the scheduled excavator came.

Song Shi handed the excavator a cigarette, lit it up and smoked it himself, and pointed to the road under his feet, "I mean, it's directly connected from my yard to here, the slope is not big, and it's safer to drive down. As for the width of the road, follow the width of the road."

"Yes, yes." The excavator looked at the path in front of him, which was only big enough for one person, and took a puff of smoke. "It needs to be filled with soil."

"No problem." Song Shi pointed to the vegetable fields on both sides, "They all belong to my family, you just dig it."

"Row."

The two discussed some details again, and the excavator started rumbling.

Building roads at home is a big deal.

Xu Cuifang had a smile on her face all morning, went to the vegetable field early to pick vegetables, and took out a piece of fresh pork belly from the refrigerator, as well as eggs, and planned to have a hearty lunch.

This is the case in the village.

If you hire someone to do errands, you need to pay for meals. Otherwise, there are no restaurants in the countryside. Do you want people to waste time driving back to eat or work hungry.

Why bother.

A pair of chopsticks.

By convention.

She was washing the vegetables when she heard the sound of procrastinating footsteps.

Turning his head to look at it, he sighed.

At the stairway, a big skinny boy came over with sleepy eyes and a tired expression. He looked to be in his twenties, about 1.7 meters tall, with unhealthy yellow skin, sunken cheeks, blue and black eyes from staying up late, and hot hair. However, in a mess, he was wearing a black mid-length down jacket, which was opened to reveal a gray woolen sweater inside, and a layer of greasy was clearly visible on the collar.

It was Xu Cuifang's youngest son, the sweetheart of the family, Jinyindan, the lifeblood of the old Song family, Song Zidong.

"Are you up? Let me warm up the noodles you ate in the morning?"

He refused, "It's noodles every day, and I'm tired of eating it." He squeezed toothpaste and scooped water while talking.

Xu Cuifang looked helpless, "What can I eat if I don't eat noodles in the morning, why don't I cook glutinous rice balls tomorrow?" Who doesn't eat like this in the countryside, and it's not in the city. They can rotate steamed buns, steamed buns, porridge, rice noodles, dumplings, flatbreads and so on every day.

Song Zidong listened, let out a deep breath, and went out with a water glass.

"Hypocritical! It's good to have ready-made food. If you have the ability, cook it for me. I promise I have no complaints."

Song Zidong automatically ignored the old mother's thoughts.

Cooking or something is impossible, not possible in this life.

If Song Shi knew what was going on in his heart, he would really laugh, wouldn't he? In Yuan Zha's life, the couple never ate food cooked by their precious son until their death.

After Song Zidong washed up, he went to the house and took a few biscuits to eat in the yard.

Leisurely leisurely.

While chewing and looking at the phone.

Respond to a few sentences from time to time.

After eating the biscuits, I grabbed the chicken nest, went to the kitchen to boil water, washed it, and blown it out with a blower, then grabbed the car keys and went out.

"I'm going out."

Without waiting for Xu Cuifang to answer, she strode away.

Xu Cuifang was still cutting meat, so she quickly put down the kitchen knife and chased after her, "It's time for lunch."

It's a pity that people have run away without a trace.

Soon, the sound of a car starting came from behind the house.

She pursed her lips and went back to the kitchen holding her breath.

You're so out of tune, thinking about having fun all day long, no wonder all your brothers and sisters are dating and you're still single.

Angry and aggrieved.

The three children are all worry-free, they were all well-behaved and sensible when they were young.

He picked up the water bottle, lightly, and quickly filled the kettle to boil.

It would be embarrassing for the excavator master to work hard all morning but not get any water to drink.

The Song family built roads, and many people came to watch.

Some are envious, some are for reference, and some are purely for fun.

A group of people stood leisurely by the side of the road, smoking and bragging.

"How much is the excavator per day?"

"Eight hundred."

"Oh, it's a bit expensive."

"Is there any way, it's Chinese New Year soon."

"The road to your house is a bit long, and it probably won't be finished in a day."

"Almost, as long as it is roughly filled up, and the rest is repaired with a hoe, then it will be Murakami's business."

"It's too cost-effective for you to build this road, it's blood money."

"That is, if you spend your own money to repair it, at least this amount will be worth it."

"So you should hurry up and start planning. If you don't take advantage of the cheap, you might not have such a good thing next year."

"My family probably won't be able to do it this year."

"My family can't make it either. Well, that family won't exchange land, and they don't want to sell it either."

"You take it for granted, how do people sell their homesteads?"

The excavators did not finish digging until [-] pm.

The original winding path has been widened to more than three meters wide, and the trees on both sides have also been shoveled down, not to mention how bright it is.

The driver declined the host's meal and left in the dark.

Old man Song bowed his waist and sighed in the yard, and his homemade crutches hit the concrete floor hard, he must have regarded the ground as an unworthy descendant who was disobedient and destroyed the foundation of his ancestors.

"If you do evil, if you do evil, you will always regret it."

Xu Cuifang walked to the main room with the dish, just when he heard his words, she sneered and said, "You who have done vicious things all your life have not been taken away by God. I still don't believe that I just built a road and was struck by thunder." Chop!"

Of course she didn't get a response.

When old man Song was young, he was sharp and resolute, but when he was old, he also suffered from the common problem of most old people, hearing loss.

But his deaf ears are a little different.

Good times and bad.

You can't hear the ugly words at all, and shouting into his ears is only worthy of a blank expression.As for anything else, it depends on his mood.

"It's time to eat." Song Shi came out with chopsticks, following the attitude of turning a blind eye and closing one eye, and turning a blind eye to the daily confrontation between his wife and father.

Mouth addiction.

I can't fight again.

Xu Cuifang looked unhappy.

Old man Song came in with a trembling expression and sat down on the seat.

All night.

Song Zidong came back the next morning.

His eyes were dull, his shoulders were slumped, and he exuded an unpleasant smell mixed with tobacco, alcohol and foot odor. He was more haggard and depressed than yesterday.

Xu Cuifang was startled, and hurriedly grabbed him, "What are you doing here? Have you eaten yet?"

If it wasn't for her son, she would have thought it was a beggar from somewhere.

"Didn't you say that? Watch them play mahjong." Song Zidong replied impatiently, and went to the stairs to change into slippers. "I'm going upstairs."

"Have you had breakfast?"

"I will not eat."

Stepped upstairs and returned to the room, slammed the door, threw the clothes on the ground casually, kicked off the shoes, fell asleep under the quilt.

There was a teacup on the bedside table with a lot of soot on it, the tea in it was drunk to the bottom, leaving only a pile of dead tea leaves, the ashtray was full of cigarette butts, and there were a dozen or so on the wooden cabinet. Scorched traces.

Ten minutes later, Xu Cuifang came in with a bowl of noodles.

"I cooked a bowl of noodles for you, you eat before going to bed." Putting the bowl on the table, seeing the sloppy floor beside the bed, his brows were tightly frowned, and he couldn't help but say, "The room you sleep in is still I have to collect it, I have told you many times, take out the smoked cigarettes and dump them when they are full, and you don’t even bother to throw away those snack pockets and trash cans next to you, go into the house It's just a smell, which girl can bear it, young people still like to be clean, and it's comfortable to look at—"

"Got it, got it! Are you annoying? Okay, I'll take it later!" Song Zidong was irritated.

It's because you look uncomfortable, anyway, I'm comfortable lying down.

But he knew that if he didn't say anything perfunctory, his mother would have to talk about it for a long time.

After drinking alcohol and playing mahjong all night, his head was dizzy and painful, and he would not survive if he listened to the incantation.

Put the quilt over your head.

A gesture of refusing to communicate, ignoring labor and management and not wanting to hear anything.

Xu Cuifang stared, very angry, "Remember to eat the noodles."

".Um."

Close the door gently.

She stood in the corridor, looking at the blue sky, the sun was shining brightly, the air was fresh, the years were so quiet, so quiet!

The old man is a formidable stumbling block,
Men are selfish, arrogant, vain and foolish,

The eldest daughter is a stubborn bone,

The second daughter is a deadhead,

The youngest son is, obviously, a scruffy Dios slacker.

Just ask, can you not be anxious?

Ugh!
(End of this chapter)