Born into a farm family, I became rich by pressuring my parents.

Chapter 39 Uncle Feng
The two of them seemed to be interested in making friends with Jiang Mingshun, and they often turned the topic towards him.

They talked too much, and several other people also noticed what they meant. Jiang Minghui was fine, he was not very talkative, and he was happy to talk less at this time.

Jiang Mingyao was a little frustrated.

He has always been the most promising one in the family, and in previous years his brothers-in-law were also the best friends with him.

This year he also moved to the town, leaving his brothers behind.

But he didn't expect that the two brothers-in-law didn't seem to know, and just circled around the eldest brother Jiang Ming.

He thought unconvinced, isn't it just that he made a little more money? After all, isn't he still a rustic countryman?
No matter what Jiang Mingyao thought, today's meal was finished around Jiang Mingshun.

Jiang Jinyu was there to remind him that Jiang Mingshun didn't drink much, but because he didn't drink often and was blown by the cold wind outside, he was somewhat drunk when he got home.

Just as he was about to go back to his room to take a nap, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Mrs. Bai helped Jiang Mingshun onto the kang, then hurried over to open the door, and Jiang Jinyu also ran over.

"Who is it?" The voice outside was very unfamiliar. Bai didn't dare to open the door directly. She just stood in the yard and asked outside.

When the people outside heard the sound, they stopped knocking on the door and raised their voices: "I am Feng Yarong from Dayang Village. My father's name is Feng Donglin. Is this Jiang Mingshun's family? That's my cousin."

Bai was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly remembered that her mother-in-law's maiden name seemed to be Feng.

Thinking back again, she slapped her thigh, her mother-in-law was from Dayang Village, wasn't she?

Seeing that her mother was about to open the door after just a few words, Jiang Jinyu hurriedly stepped forward to hold her and whispered: "Mom, let dad come over."

She is not a villain. Anyone who suddenly encounters a relative who claims that you have not seen him for decades should be a little suspicious, right?

She ran back to the main room and pushed Jiang Mingshun awake: "Dad, wake up quickly. Someone is coming from my uncle's house in Dayang Village. Go and have a look!"

Jiang Mingshun was still a little awake when he was pulled out. He stood at the door and subconsciously asked: "Who is outside?"

Immediately there was a reply from outside the door: "My father is Feng Donglin from Dayang Village. He is the eldest brother of your mother Feng Cuizhi. I am his son. You want to call me cousin. Do you still remember?"

After speaking, he seemed to feel that he had spoken too hastily, so he added: "Are you Jiang Mingshun?"

Jiang Mingshun had already woken up when he said the three words "Dayang Village", and when he heard his own mother's name, he immediately determined the identity of the person outside the door.

"Yes, I am Jiang Mingshun, and you are cousin Yarong?" A smile appeared on his slightly drunken face, and he answered while quickly opening the door latch.

When he opened the door and saw Jiang Mingshun, Feng Yarong was stunned for a moment, then immediately embraced him with a smile: "Cousin!"

He was still a little unsure when he knocked on the door, but now when he opened the door and saw Jiang Mingshun, who looked exactly like his father, Feng Yarong was instantly sure that the man in front of him must be his aunt's son.

Jiang Mingshun also laughed and hugged back.

He had been adopted by Jiang Yongsheng since he was a child. He didn't even know what his biological parents looked like, but when he saw this cousin for the first time today, he naturally felt close to him.

Jiang Jinyu looked at the two men in their thirties who were so happy that their eyes were red, and couldn't help but sigh, it was really a blood relationship.

Feng Yarong drove the mule cart here. He parked the mule cart at the door, got out of the car and came to knock on the door.

While the two were chatting, two more little boys of about ten years old got off the mule cart. While the two of them curiously looked at the house in front of them and the little cousin in front of them, who looked nothing like the girls in the village, they looked towards Feng Yarong. Walk aside.

Feng Yarong smiled and pulled the two of them over, and said to Jiang Ming: "These are my two sons. The older one is called Junyong and the younger one is Junwei." "This is your aunt's son, please call me uncle." He turned around He motioned to his two sons to speak.

"Uncle, Happy New Year." The two boys called out honestly and followed their father's instructions.

"They are all good children. They look so good." Jiang Mingshun smiled and patted each shoulder, holding Jiang Jinyu's hand and saying, "This is my daughter Yu Niang, her name is Jiang Jinyu, and she will be your sister from now on."

"Uncle, Brother Junyong, Junweiwei." Jiang Jinyu didn't need to be introduced by her father, she just called him affectionately.

"Okay, okay," Feng Yarong touched Jiang Jinyu's head and said to her in a warm voice: "My uncle has a little daughter at home who is two or three years older than you. You can go home and play with her."

Jiang Jinyu smiled and nodded.

Jiang Mingshun introduced Mr. Bai to them again, and then he hurriedly brought them into the house as if he suddenly remembered.

The Jiang family also had a mule cart, and a large shed was built in the yard to park the mule cart. Jiang Ming took Feng Yarong's mule cart and tied it in his shed. There was food and drink inside, which relieved his worries.

After entering the room and sitting down, Bai poured hot water and came out with snacks and fruits for the New Year. Only then did Feng Yarong talk about why he came here now.

It turned out that Feng Donglin had indeed received the boxing gift and letter sent by Jiang Mingshun.

But Dayang Village was too remote, and the inn didn't arrange anyone to deliver things there. They just sent it to the surrounding villages and then asked acquaintances to deliver it inside.

After many twists and turns, a son-in-law from Dayang Village who lived in another village helped bring the things in.

It's just that I don't know which part went wrong, and the person doesn't know the name of the person who sent the things.

Feng Donglin and his wife collected the things like this, but they didn't know who sent them.

If Feng Yarong was at home and could still see the letter inside, he would naturally know the person who sent it.

But he left a month earlier and didn't come back until New Year's Eve.

Feng Yarong is a person who presses cargo on the ship.

Dayang Village is located in a remote location and the entire village is poor. Not to mention like Huangtian Village, almost every household can send their children to school for two years. It is not easy for the villagers in Dayang Village to even have enough to eat.

Unlike most of the men in Dayang Village who were muddle along and only guard one-third of an acre of their own land, Feng Yarong knew that people from the countryside could work in the city because of an aunt who married into Huangtian Village.

In this way, with a lot of energy, he actually became a temporary employee of the escort agency because of his rare physique.

Although he is tall, he is not from a training family, and he only has strength.

Feng Yarong has only been doing ship-pressing work for more than ten years. This job is not as good as that of a professional escort, but it is also much more profitable than ordinary bankers.

Therefore, Feng Yarong was often away from home, so Jiang Mingshun caught up with him when he went out this time.

Jiang Jinyu sighed as he listened.

She looked at the new uncle who was more than half a head taller than her father, and couldn't help but think to herself that the world is indeed unfair, and some people are born with advantages.

Like her father, Jiang Jinyu calculated in her mind that she didn't know if it was 1.7 meters. After squatting at the dock for so many years, no one asked him to press the boat.

(End of this chapter)