I don't know how long it took, Fang Yongnian picked up the wine glass on the table, took a sip, hummed softly, and then put down the wine glass and sat quietly, motionless.

Seeing that the old man promised to let Fang Aijun and his family come back, Fang Aiguo and Liu Xiuying's faces couldn't help but show a hint of joy.

Did they really forget their grievances and grievances with Fang Aijun before?

No, and not forgotten.

I just don't care.

Since Fang Chen's career, he has lived a happy and happy life, and the two of them don't want to care about the bullshit and the bad things between the two of them before.

It's not that the two of them suddenly realized that they became immortals, it's just that Fang Aijun and his wife are insignificant in their eyes.

Looking at the old man who seemed to have aged three points in an instant, Fang Chen couldn't help but sigh lightly in his heart, he carefully put Fang Mei on his mother's lap, and then tiptoed behind the old man, and gently massaged the back of the old man's head.

"Xiao Chen, do you think grandpa is old?" Fang Yongnian said without raising his head or opening his eyes.

Fang Chen smiled slightly, and then said firmly: "No, you are still the Great Wall in my heart that cannot be corroded by time, and it will not grow old in a hundred years, a thousand years, or ten thousand years." ”

His feelings for the old man are very complicated.

Although he doesn't want to spit out his father now, he has to say that Comrade Fang Aiguo's temperament is too soft, and he didn't play the role of a towering mountain at all in his childhood, blocking all the wind and rain for him, he fought with other classmates, and was even bullied by senior children, and his own father would only say over and over again, fighting is not good, don't fight.

And his own mother is too arrogant and spicy, and it is easy for small things to become big things, so from childhood to adulthood, he has always cried to the old man about anything, and even his college tuition is paid by the old man.

Not to mention, in his heart, the old man is the most amazing person.

Therefore, his affection for the old man surpasses that of ordinary grandparents and grandchildren, and is more profound than that.

"No, I think I'm old, otherwise I would have so much sand in my eyes. ”

Hearing Fang Chen's answer, Fang Yongnian was half relieved and said half self-deprecatingly.

When he was young, no, ten years ago, or even five years ago, as far as Fang Aijun was concerned, if he didn't discount his legs, it was already for the sake of his deceased wife's face, how could he let Fang Aijun go home.

And now, he is relieved.

Yes, maybe he can say that it is for Fang Wei's sake, but it still can't change the fact that he is old and his heart has softened.

Even began to ignore principles and think about what kind of licking of calves, the family was reunited, and a trace of anticipation for seeing Fang Aijun rose in his heart.

It's really a joke, if his dead comrades-in-arms know, I'm afraid they will laugh at him, and the square iron pillar that can't be bent in the sky will also soften one day.

Fang Chen didn't speak at this time, looking at the old man's gradually declining face, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he didn't know what to say to comfort the old man, and even had a sad feeling.

Is the old man old?

It is indeed old, and it is getting older year by year, how can an old man who was born and died during the war years, with a wound, and still has shnel not taken out, and has had his finger amputated, how can he not be old.

Of course, this is also something he has never wanted to admit.

In this world, the most regrettable thing is probably the twilight of the hero and the white hair of the beauty.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have thought about letting Fang Aijun come back, and even if there was no Fang Mei, probably in another two years, Fang Aijun would have been working outside again, and if he had been trained more like a person, he would have taken the initiative to let Fang Aijun come back.

As the saying goes: The eldest grandson, the youngest son, the lifeblood of the elderly, the old man is naturally no exception, and the older he gets, the deeper this longing will be, and he can't stop it, and Fang Chen is unwilling to stop it.

As soon as the thought moved, Fang Chen smiled sassily and confidently, in the past, the old man held up a piece of the sky for him, and now, he is fully capable of holding up a piece of the sky for the old man, for these people he loves and cares about.

How can there be one more Fang Aijun, and what storms can it afford?

"Grandpa, I want to give a thousand yuan to the old people over sixty years old in the village tomorrow, which is considered filial piety to them, do you think it's okay?" After thinking about it, Fang Chen still decided to divert the topic.

After all, Fang Aijun's matter has been completely over since then, if nothing else, Fang Aijun will not have a little ripple in his life in this life, so naturally he doesn't have to care.

Hearing Fang Chen talk about the things in the village, Fang Yongnian suddenly became energetic, sat up straight, and his eyes became bright, like two alternately flickering lighthouses, a beacon of wisdom.

Fang Aiguo and Liu Xiuying glanced at Fang Chen in surprise, then they didn't care, and casually teased Fang Mei in their arms.

Fang Mei giggled, and the whole house was filled with Fang Mei's laughter like silver bells.

They still have some understanding of their son's worth, not to mention giving 1,000 yuan to each person over 60 years old, even if it is 10,000 yuan for everyone in the village, their son can afford it.

However, the most important thing is that they are no longer the same as they used to be, poor and swishing, eating tight in the first half of the month, tight in the second half of the month, borrowing money from the union every month to get by, even repairing it, when it rains heavily outside, it rains lightly inside, and there is no money on the leaky roof, and they have to steal their son and put a steel hammer under the bed in order to continue the miserable days.

Seriously, except for Fang Chen's three thousand yuan steel hammer, they really didn't spend any money on Fang Chen, although Fang Chen said that he wanted to give them money every month, but they refused.

After all, since Fang Aiguo's book was published, they have been almost 80,000 yuan in royalties until now, and they are not short of money.

Fang Chen gave them a small card, saying that it was a bank card, and there was money in it.

But they didn't spend it once, and they didn't even look at the bank to see how much money was in it.

After all, it is not necessary, and it will not be.

They still like to fold, how much money to withdraw, how much to save, and how much money, at a glance, the number does not match that is the responsibility of the bank.

Thinking of this, Fang Aiguo and Liu Xiuying suddenly looked at each other and smiled, and they both remembered the three thousand yuan steel hammer that had not been spent until now.

At that time, the family was not as rich as it is now, and even his books had not yet been published, but that was probably the happiest day for them except for falling in love and when Fang Chen was born.

However, after calculating how many people there are in the front village, the two of them still dismissed the plan to let Fang Chen give each person 10,000 yuan, the front village is a big village, there are more than 2,000 people, this person is 10,000, wouldn't it cost more than 20 million.

It didn't take long for Fang Yongnian to suddenly speak: "Forget it at the age of sixty, don't give money, the elderly over seventy, plus some five-guarantee households in the village, will give a little, and the money is not too much, just two hundred yuan." ”

Hearing this, Fang Chen was stunned for a moment, and then asked with some confusion, "Is this too little?"

Seriously, he doesn't care about giving money to the elderly over 60 years old in the village, let alone 1,000 yuan per person, even more.

After all, there are not many people in their sixties in the village ahead, and it is great to have a hundred of them, and one thousand yuan per person is only 100,000 yuan.

If the scope is limited to seventy years old, as well as five guaranteed households, and it is still two hundred yuan per person, whether he can send out ten thousand yuan this time, Fang Chen thinks it is a problem.

He Fang Chen sent a red envelope to the old people in the village for the New Year, and as a result, he sent 10,000 yuan, and Fang Chen suddenly felt a little messy.

Fang Yongnian smiled and patted Fang Chen's hand with his backhand, "I know you're thinking about grandpa, but there's no need." ”

Hearing this, Fang Chen couldn't help but smile, the reason why he did this, in addition to feeling sorry for those old people and wanting to do good deeds, the biggest reason was the old man.

He Fangchen is now developed, he is the richest man in the country, the richest person, when he talks about business, he is one billion and eight billion, and now that it is the New Year, if he doesn't send some money to the village and give some blood, he is afraid that someone will chew the root of his tongue behind his back and point fingers.

The countryside is like this, although there is a simple and kind side, there is also such a relatively helpless side.

He naturally doesn't care, anyway, he can't come back to the front village a few times a year, but the old man can't do it, the old man has to live in the front village all the time.

He didn't want anyone to poke the old man's backbone, so he should give everyone benefits.

Fang Yongnian paused, and then said: "Rural people are not so expensive, what kind of old man is sixty years old, as long as he is able to move, he can only go to the ground at the age of seventy." ”

Hearing this, Fang Chen was silent, the Chinese people have been the most industrious people in the world since ancient times, especially these farmers who face the loess with their backs to the sky, how can there be any so-called rest until the day when they can't do it at all.

"But Grandpa, you know, this money is nothing to me......" Fang Chen struggled.

Fang Yongnian smiled, "I know that Xiaochen is kind-hearted and has grown up, and you know that you have considered your grandfather, but do you think this kind of free-for-nothing, unearned money is really good for everyone?"

Hearing this, Fang Chen's mouth opened a few times, and finally fell into silence again.

"Not at all, not at all, if you do this, you will spoil them, so that they will never think about working and will only wait for pie to fall from the sky. ”

"Moreover, as the saying goes, people's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants, if you give hair to the elderly over 60 years old this year, then someone will ask you to give it to people over 50 years old next year, and the year after tomorrow it will be 40, and the year after tomorrow will be the whole village. ”

Speaking of this, Fang Yongnian sneered, "When the time comes, they will not only ask you for money, but also ask you for a house, even a small car, and ask you for a daughter-in-law, do you want to give them to them too?"

"Therefore, I think it is completely enough to give some old people who have really lost their labor force and some money to the five-guarantee households. ”

Fang Yongnian said categorically, and his eyes revealed an unquestionable meaning.

After the ups and downs of these years, birth and death, wading through several swords and fires, and experiencing all kinds of deceit and intrigues, he has a deep understanding of human nature.

Knowing that if a person does not work for a long time, can obtain abundant fruits without doing anything, and can be fed and clothed, it will be nourished and wasted.

If a person loses the belief in working hard and building a happy future for himself with his hands, he is like a beast that has lost its fangs and claws.

And such a fierce beast, in nature, obviously has only one way to die, and in other words, Fang Chen is actually harming people.

"The amount of money can be discussed. Fang Chen struggled.

What the old man said, he naturally knew that the peasant singer who became popular overnight in his previous life, Brother Dayi is a good example, he has paid so much for the villagers, repaired bridges and roads, donated money and donations to do a lot of good deeds, but was taken for granted by the local villagers, and it is even more common to borrow money and not pay it back, and even think that if there were no them, there would be no current Brother Dayi.

But two hundred yuan is too little, especially for these really lonely old people.

"A lot, you know that in the countryside, some children give their parents every year, nothing more than dozens of catties of food, as for money, you can give twenty or thirty yuan a year, as a pocket money, it is already considered filial piety, with these two hundred yuan, it can be said that their living expenses for a year, as well as some minor medical expenses, can basically be included. Fang Yongnian shook his head.

For the majority of peasants in China, at the end of the year, apart from leaving rations and public grain that needs to be paid, there is basically very little grain that can be sold and repaid, and if there is relatively little arable land per capita, the cash that a few families can see in a year is only 200 yuan.

Moreover, the 200 yuan also includes seed money, fertilizer money, watering money, children's tuition fees, as well as money for a family of several people to buy fabrics, medical expenses, and so on.

So, 200 yuan is really a lot.

Hearing the words medical expenses, Fang Chen's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said, "How about I reimburse the medical expenses." ”

He admitted that what the old man said made sense, but to be honest, after making trouble for a long time, Fang Chen himself felt a little reluctant that his hometown father only donated 10,000 yuan a year, and even felt a little like Zhumen's wine and meat stinky and frozen bones.

You know, sometimes there are too many people to eat with him, and if you are a little more extravagant, this meal will cost almost 10,000 yuan.

For example, in Russia, inviting Berezovsky, Ma Yun, Chen Mingyong, and Yelena to dinner, the consumption of the Moscow Hotel was originally high, and several of them brought a lot of bodyguards with them, and the total number of people added up to almost 30 people, and it was too normal to finish a meal.

And he has always believed that some charity relief within his capacity is very necessary, which can greatly improve the living conditions of those who are poor.

Looking at Fang Chen's anxious connection, Fang Yongnian sighed helplessly and went with Fang Chen.