The finished rouge gouache, in addition to the osmanthus fumigation, the other boxes have to be smoked and dried, Yuxiu put away the things and planned to cook, and saw that the rice jar at home was almost empty. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There is a water mill by the river at the entrance of the village, which was built by Yan Qingshan after returning to the village with money and efforts.

In the water mill, there are stone mills and rice mortars, all of which are propelled by water power, which is faster and less labor-saving than manpower.

Although the population of the village is not much, but when it comes to the festival, there are many people grinding flour and rice, Yudong and Yuxiu carried a basket of millet to that side, and saw that there were seven or eight baskets in front of them, and it seemed that it was not until the evening that it was on the wheel.

The two of them simply went home and went over after dinner, and when they got there, they happened to be on their wheels.

When they had finished a basket of rice, the moon was high in the sky.

The first time the two of them cooked rice, they tossed for a long time before they got the hang of it, and only then did they find that with a basket of rice and a basket of rice bran, they could only carry it home twice.

Yuxiu and Yudong carried the rice and rice bran to the door of the mill, and the two discussed that they would carry the rice back first, and then come back to carry the rice bran, and they were tying knots there.

A person came over on the side, tied the knot neatly without saying a word, took the flat shoulder on the edge of Yudong, picked rice at one end, and picked rice bran at the other, and walked to their house.

It turned out to be Yan Jinpeng.

"Second cousin, haven't you slept so late?"

"Well, it's hot, come out for a walk." Yan Jinpeng was covered in moisture, he should have gone to take a bath at the stone bridge at the entrance of the village, and was about to go back when he ran into it.

Yan Jinpeng didn't say much all the way, picked the rice into their house, put down the flat burden, said "I'm going back", turned around and left.

At this time, it was almost midnight, and Yuxiu didn't leave him.

When he came home, the door was open, and everyone should have slept by this time.

In the two rooms of the west wing, there was no sound, and it was obvious that the Han family had put Huiniang and Ah Lin to sleep.

He slowed down and wanted to go to the west wing, but he saw a black shadow rushing towards him.

He subconsciously tilted his head and dodged, and the black shadow snapped and smashed to the ground, which turned out to be a fan.

He looked in the direction where the fan had been thrown, and Yan Qinghong was standing under the eaves of the hall.

"Dad, you're ......"

"Hmph, what did you just do?" Yan Qinghong lowered his voice, but his anger did not diminish at all.

"Just now? I went to the river to take a bath. ”

"Take a bath? Didn't you rush to help Yudong pick up things? If you have this spare energy, why don't you go to your own fields? ”

"Dad, Dong'er and Xiuxiu are just children, and it's a lot of trouble for the two of them to carry them back and forth, so I'll just send them home."

Yan Jinpeng didn't know why his father was so angry, this kind of effortless thing didn't hinder his own family.

Yan Jinpeng wanted to persuade a few words, in the end, they were all surnamed Yan, and if they really had to take care of it, it was also their family's fault. Last time the Bai family was in trouble, Yuxiu and they didn't care about it anymore, and then they met Huiniang and Alin on the road, and Yuxiu was the same as usual.

"Dad, they are just young, why should we be like children, and besides, we are sorry for them......"

"Huh, what? You're going to teach me a lesson? What favor have they given you? By the way, you want to be Yan Qingshan's son, right? As soon as Yan Qinghong heard Yan Jinpeng say that his family was sorry for Yudong, his heart went straight up.

Seeing Yudong and Yuxiu, just like Yan Qingshan back then, they bought people's hearts in the village and sold them well. Yan Qinghong really wanted to call out about Yan Tao's killing of his younger brother, but even if he said it, it would be useless.

People won't believe it, and if they do, they will say that Yan Tao has become an ancient, and the four Yudong are just children who don't know anything.

Seeing that Yan Jinpeng was still unconvinced, he turned around and walked to the back of the house, "You come with me!" ”

Yan Jinpeng didn't know what his father wanted to do, so he had to follow behind.

The two entered the room dedicated to the ancestral tablet, Yan Qinghong sat down at the table, and pointed to the spirit tablet that read "Yan Zhao's position", "You kneel down for me!" You are an unscrupulous descendant, working for the grandson of the enemy, are you worthy of your grandfather and grandmother, and worthy of the conscience of heaven and earth? ”

Foe?

Yan Jinpeng was a little dumbfounded when he heard this word.

Yan Qinghong's chest was rising and falling, no matter what Yan Jinpeng's expression was, he said to himself, "If it weren't for Yan Tao, our family should live in a big house and wear good clothes now, at least it wouldn't be worse than the Wuju family in the town." But what about now? Yan Tao killed your grandfather and fled to this rural place with our family. If it weren't for him, would you need to dig in the ground right now? You're everyone's son. ”

"Look at Nan'er and them again, look at the Wuju family, what kind of life are they doing? When you see the county master, you don't have to kneel down and salute, you have been to the capital city. The family's fields are used to collect rent, and they eat delicacies from the mountains and seas every day. What about us? What kind of life do we live? ”

Yan Qinghong has been hiding his anger and unwillingness over the years, and he feels that he has an outlet, the more he talks, the more angry he becomes, and the louder and louder his voice becomes, and the whole room feels that the sound is booming.

Fortunately, after closing the door, the sound insulation in this room is good, and the other neighbors next door will not hear what is said.

"Yan Tao is hypocritical and vicious, Yan Qingshan buys people's hearts, and so do the four Yudong. The family is all the same, you say, are the four of them innocent? In the end, Yan Qinghong's eyes widened and asked Yan Jinpeng.

Yan Jinpeng only listened to his father's words stupidly, feeling a little overwhelmed.

On the offering table in the house, the three sticks of incense in the incense burner were clearly extinguished, and the moonlight outside the house shone into the house through the prism.

He looked at his father's angry face, his face flushed, and he only felt a little hideous.

"Dad, if Uncle is really ...... If he really killed Grandpa, why does he still take care of you and Uncle? ”

"He's trying to buy people's hearts, no, he thinks that in this way, he doesn't have to worry about his conscience. Everyone said that he treated me more kindly than Yan Qingshan, hmph, who would know, he just had an uneasy conscience and made a good appearance to me. ”

Yan Jinpeng opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, he never persuaded his father, "Dad, my uncle is dead, my uncle, my uncle is also dead......"

"But Yudong, they are still alive, and they are still alive and well. Four orphans, why do they eat well and live well? Those who should be ours are what they owe us. Yan Tao is dead, and the father's debt is repaid! Yan Qinghong waved his hand and said categorically.

He saw that Yan Jinpeng was about to speak, "I know, your heart has already drifted away with them!" But don't forget, you are my Yan Qinghong's son, you are a bad descendant, you dare to help the enemy's child work, you kneel here for me, think about it! ”

Yan Jinpeng only felt powerless to argue, he felt that what his father said was wrong, but he had nothing to say.

If Uncle Gong really killed Ah Gong, should he take revenge on Yudong Yuxiu and them?

According to what he knows, the enemy should not get along with each other in old age, he has never seen Ah Gong and Uncle Gong, but he has seen Uncle Yan Qingshan, warm-hearted, fair, and hearty......

Dad was not wrong, sometimes, when he was a child, he would think that it would be good if he were the child of his uncle's family, Yan Jinpeng slowly knelt on the futon that Yan Qinghong pointed to.