When Zhong'er and Xingzi went home for Sunday, they wanted to spend the night in the pot house several times, but they were bombarded by Maosheng. He said, "After your grandfather stays, it will be your turn." If he doesn't come for a day, no one is allowed to go inside and trample on it. It's dirty and messy, and it has to be cleaned up with a lot of effort. Even when the family was eating, he was not allowed to eat in the pot house, and moved all of them to the cold hall. Xylophone thought Maosheng was too stingy, and he didn't need it in a comfortable place, but the family had nothing to blame. In the end, people respect the pot house, or the pot house serves the people. Maosheng turned a deaf ear, still stubbornly insisted on his own opinions, and never backed down half a step.

Mao Sheng was busy in the yard killing chickens and picking vegetables and preparing dinner. While boiling water, the xylophone accompanied the old man Mu to do homework. At this time, Jing'er took Zhong'er and Xingzi into the courtyard noisily.

Today happens to be Saturday, and Zhong'er and Xingzi go home for Sunday. On the way back to the village, a group of student cubs saw a brand-new white car driving past. The cubs had never seen such a strange car, so they guessed all the way, and they couldn't tell what it was. At the entrance of the village, I caught up with Jing'er, who also rushed home after visiting Ye'er in the town hospital. The two of them talked to Jing'er like magpies, and asked him to guess what kind of car it was. Jing'er had seen it as early as the first time she entered the market to sell apricots. Moreover, he also saw this speeding car on the way. So he told them that it was a car. Zhong'er didn't believe it, and said that it was a passenger car, which could only sit on people, not pull things. Xingzi said that it was a sleeping car, such a short body, how could a person sit in it, I am afraid that he could only lie in the car. The servants were not convinced by each other, accusing each other of making up random guesses, and just like that, they entered the courtyard noisily all the way.

Seeing that Mao Sheng was steaming hot chicken disembowelment, Xingzi and Zhong'er thought that he was busy entertaining them, so they circled around Mao Sheng's side. The two of them were talking about whether the chicken bricks were delicious or the chicken breast was delicious, whether the chicken liver was sticky to the teeth or the chicken blood was sticky to the teeth. Mao Sheng wiped his hands and said, "Come into the pot house and meet your grandfather." Before the servants could react, they were pushed into the warm room by Mao Sheng.

Old Man Mu was holding the gold leaf in his arms, peeling the fruit for her, and talking to the xylophone with his heart. Suddenly, I saw a few hairy boys in the pot house, and immediately filled the room to the brim. I saw the figure shaking, and there were hands, feet, and faces everywhere, which dazzled him.

Mao Sheng smiled and said, Dad, these are your nephews.

As he spoke, he pointed them out to Old Man Mu one by one, and asked the babies to call Grandpa. Jing'er screamed, Zhong'er screamed twice, and Xingzi actually shouted three loud grandfathers in one go. The old man smiled widely, slapped this, patted that, and liked it so much. He turned around and took out a large pile of clothes from the package on the ground, one for each person, and explained which uncle and aunt bought them, and asked them to try the size and whether it would fit. He took out a large bunch of colorful candy and snacks for the babies to taste. The small pot house suddenly felt like a pot of boiling water. Screaming, jumping, competing, all kinds of sounds pushed out of the hut and lingered in the courtyard of the mountain village.

Xylophone stopped the ecstatic cubs, and asked Jing'er to invite her in-laws' sour apricots, Zhong'er to call Zhenfu and Teacher Hu, and Xingzi to call Zhenshu and sour jujubes. Ask them to come together to sit with the old man, talk, and drink warm wine. Mao Sheng instructed, by the way, call your Uncle Mao Lin too. When your grandfather came, he helped lead him. When I got to the door, I couldn't come in and sit down. Xylophone said that if you want to do this, don't shout Mao for now, and wait until later.

Jing'er and the others ran out in a puff of smoke.

At this time, the small courtyard of Maosheng's family was steaming hot, and a strong aroma of vegetables began to waft. Throughout the year, the peaceful and lively atmosphere that can only be seen during the Chinese New Year gradually fills the small courtyard of the Maosheng family. [End of Chapter]