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Song Zi'an brought Zhao Laogen's family home very smoothly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Aunt Zhao obviously didn't expect the Song family's yard to be so big and there were so many houses.

She had heard from the people in the village that people in the city went to work, earned wages, and had food, meat and eggs rationed by the state every month, but the places where they lived were much smaller than those in the countryside, and many families did not even have yards, and the whole family was crammed into one house!

However, now, Aunt Zhao's eyes widened, and she turned around to see that the arrangement here was too much to her liking, there were small vegetable patches, chicken pens, flower beds, and fruit trees, and this place was basically the same as the home in her dreams, but it was a place to raise pigs.

Grandpa Song greeted them and greeted them: "Lao Gen, hurry up and take your daughter-in-law and children into the house, you are tired after sitting for so long?"

When Zhao Laogen saw Grandpa Song, his heart completely fell to the bottom: "Uncle Song!"

Grandma Song, who came out later, smiled and said, "Daughter-in-law Laogen, your family comes with me." ”

When Zhao Laogen's family followed Grandma Song into the house, Grandma Song stretched out her hand and pulled Aunt Zhao over: "Your family lives in this house, and my wife's house and I are next door to your east, if there is anything, you can find us conveniently." ”

"The bedding is all ready, one for each person. The stove burns all the time, and at night put a whole piece of honeycomb coal in it, and seal the stove well, so that it can last all night. In the evening, I'll come over and do it once, you can see it, it's very simple. ”

"The next morning, use a hook to penetrate the stove, make a fire, put some lumps of coal in it, and when it is almost burned, add some coal. ”

Grandma Song looked at Aunt Zhao stunned, she didn't react. She secretly blamed herself that every household in Nanhou Village burned wheat straw or dead branches, how could she understand this, so she patted Aunt Zhao's arm: "I'll just give you a rough idea first, and then show you it, and you can understand!"

Grandma Song turned around and said to the third grandfather who was standing behind, "Put down your things first, and then clean them up later." ”

"Da Biao, you put the kang table in the corner here. Grandma Song pointed to the middle of the kang next to the edge of the kang.

Zhao Dabiao immediately put the kang table in the designated place according to his words, he waited for Grandma Song to let him do next, but he didn't expect Grandma Song to let them all go to the kang to rest.

When Zhao Erbiao heard this, he immediately kicked off his shoes, got on the kang, sat down on the kang, and said happily: "Grandma Song, this kang is really hot, and the house is also warm!"

"Da Biao, take it!" Song Zi'an's voice came from the outhouse.

Zhao Dabiao immediately took three steps and made two steps out of the house, he stepped forward to pick up the two plates in Song Zi'an's hand, Song Zi'an avoided his hand, and shook his head back: "Pick up Yiyi's hand, the dumplings that have just come out of the pot are hot!"

Zhao Dabiao responded, and hurriedly took the two plates of dumplings in the hands of Song Yiyi, who had already crossed the threshold.

Song Zi'an and Zhao Dabiao put four plates of dumplings on the kang table one after the other, and Aunt Zhao said embarrassedly: "Aunt Song, we are not hungry, now it is not morning or lunch, let's save it for lunch and eat it again." ”

The "grunt" was very loud, which made Aunt Zhao blush instantly. Zhao Erbiao hurriedly covered his stomach and looked at his mother with some embarrassment.

Grandpa Song, who had just entered the house, spoke at the right time and broke the embarrassment: "Daughter-in-law of Lao Gen, you have to treat Uncle Song and Aunt Song here as your own home, don't be restrained!"

"At that time, I was in Nanhou Village with your Aunt Song, and I never been polite to you, and I supported Da Biao and Er Biao to help us work, and we worked for several years!"

"Now, why do you have to be polite to us, it's not good!"

Aunt Zhao was afraid that Uncle Song and Aunt Song would misunderstand, so she hurriedly explained: "This is a dumpling with white bread, I know, even the supply of white noodles in the city is also small, and we have wrapped dumplings, Uncle Song and Aunt Song are not in good health, so what do you eat?"

Song Yiyi, who was holding soy sauce, vinegar bottles, a stack of plates and a pair of chopsticks, entered the room and put these things on the kang table, and took over the conversation: "Aunt Zhao, don't worry! We have a way to buy these fine grains, and the bodies of grandpa and grandma are the top priority of our whole family, and I will adjust their bodies!"

Grandpa Song's old face immediately smiled a flower: "No, my grandson and granddaughter are filial, you can rest assured." ”

Grandma Song stopped her wife's smug words: "It's hard to take the train, and you can't eat well on the train, this is the breakfast we specially prepared for you, hurry up and eat it while it's hot." After eating, you all squint and rest, and we have time to chatter. ”

Grandma Song knew that if they stood here, the family would definitely not be able to eat, so after saying this, she took her wife and went back to the house.

Song Yiyi said with a smile: "Aunt Zhao, after you finish eating, pick up the dishes and chopsticks on the easternmost kitchen counter, and you can rest." ”

She and her brother then left.

Only Zhao Laogen's family was left in the house, Zhao Laogen looked at the steaming dumplings on the kang table, and couldn't help but sigh: "Back then, just seeing that the two old people were a little pitiful, they secretly helped in a small way, but I didn't expect it to be fulfilled by ourselves!"

Zhao Erbiao swallowed his saliva: "Dad, mother, let's eat, or it will be cold in a while!"

Aunt Zhao slapped him on the back: "You talk about you, you haven't eaten a meal, your stomach is growling, and your mother can't even say a polite word!"

Zhao Dabiao gave everyone a pair of chopsticks: "Eat, Grandpa Song, Grandma Song's intentions, we will lead it!

Zhao Laogen understood what his eldest son meant, and picked up the chopsticks: "Yes, I don't want to do so much! We will remember all the feelings we owe, and pay it back slowly in the future, and we will not finish it yet, so let Da Biao and Er Biao continue to pay it back! Now, eat white flour dumplings first!"

Er Biao, who got permission, quickly picked up a dumpling and put it in his mouth, he chewed and shouted: "Stuffed with cabbage pig's head, there is a lot of meat, it's delicious!"

Da Biao pointed to soy sauce and vinegar: "You pour some soy sauce and vinegar, dip it and eat it, it's even more delicious!"

Aunt Zhao snorted, her eyes were a little red: "We have met a nobleman! When the child's father's leg is healed, the life of our family is compared with the past, that is, one heaven and one earth!"

The Zhao family was in the west room, eating dumplings full of sincerity, while Song Zi'an was in the east room, telling his family about meeting Han Jinhua at the train station today.

Grandma Song said unabashedly: "This person is really annoying, what she can't do, she always wants to push me to the front and solve it for her! I don't know, where does she get her confidence, who I am, no matter whether she is right or wrong, I must help her unconditionally!"