"Actually, it's nothing, your big niece has a crush on a piece of coal. Zhao Qingru joked.

"Coal?

"I guess so. Just listen to your sister crying on the other end of the phone. Why don't you call back and ask?" Zhao Qingru really didn't know very well. However, as far as she knows, the proportion of people of color, especially African Americans, who have obtained British citizenship in Great Britain has increased in recent years. The little girl can look at a black boy, and I think he has the advantage of being attractive.

"By the way, it's better not to tell your mother-in-law for the time being, so as not to be irritated. Zhao Qingru added.

In fact, there is no need for Zhao Qingru to remind him, Zhou Wentao also knows how to deal with it. However, it is quite happy to hear my daughter-in-law nagging like this. Although sometimes it's really annoying, but the old companions, aren't they in this kind of mutual chatter, disgust and care, hand in hand through this life.

Zhou Wentao took out his mobile phone, walked a little farther, and began to call his sister who didn't let people worry. As for Zhao Qingru, he sat down and watched the villagers in the distance sorting out farm tools there.

Just chatting with Aunt Tao, Zhao Qingru knew that the village had purchased a new set of drying equipment this year, plus the previous two years, and now there are a total of three sets of drying equipment in the village. Although it is the season of double rushing, it is still necessary to race against time to harvest the grain in the field, and then seize the time to sow a new round of late rice. However, because of the additional drying equipment, a lot of time was saved in the rice drying process.

Although the older generation is still accustomed to the traditional way of drying, they feel that the rice that has been exposed to the sun is drier. In fact, it's just a psychological effect. The use of a dryer not only greatly saves the time of drying grains, but also saves manpower and material resources to a certain extent. The most important point is to avoid unnecessary loss of grains in the traditional drying process.

Now even the containers for storing grains have basically been replaced with stainless steel materials with a more scientific and reasonable design, and they are not afraid of being bitten and eaten by rats. Inside and out, I saved a lot of food.

Thinking of Aunt Tao's happy face, Zhao Qingru's mood became more and more good. Although it is a little regrettable that I can no longer see the scene of drying rice in the big drying field, it is indeed a joy to know that the relatives and friends I know are doing well.

It's a pity that Zhao Qingru didn't be happy for too long, and was disturbed by a middle-aged man who came out of nowhere.

"Are you ......" The middle-aged man was very thin, not too tall, at most only 1.7 meters, and he looked a little old with a messy beard. What disliked Zhao Qingru the most was the man's eyes when he looked at her, fixed his eyes, and faintly filled with hatred.

"Zhao Qingru!" the middle-aged man said in a very affirmative tone.

Zhao Qingru had a flash of inspiration, but it overlapped with a figure in his memory. I really can't blame Zhao Qingru for not being able to recognize people in the first place, in fact, I haven't seen each other for thirty years, and the middle-aged man in front of me has changed too much. The only thing that remains unchanged is still that figure, which has been the same for thirty years, and is still so thin. Back then, it was a thin bamboo pole, a little malnourished, but now it is skinny, and I feel even more depressed than back then.

"Zhao Qingru, you are a son, you dare to come back. Look at Lao Tzu if I don't shoot you to death!" the middle-aged man shouted with some emotion as he looked around, obviously looking for something that could be cleaned up by Zhao Qingru. Soon the middle-aged man found a wooden stick that was only half cut off and more than a foot long, and after grabbing the stick, he waved the wooden stick in his hand and ran straight towards Zhao Qingru.

Zhao Qingru hurriedly stood up from the wooden pier, avoided the middle-aged man's attack, and seized the opportunity to dodge, raised his foot and kicked the wooden stick in the middle-aged man's hand.

"Tian Xuenong, I haven't seen you for so many years, you are still the same. ”

"Ru'er!" Zhou Wentao, who was talking on the phone not far away, saw this situation, where did he still have the heart to continue to comfort his sister on the other end of the phone, and hurriedly hung up the phone and ran over.

"Wen Tao, be careful!"

Tian Xuenong, who missed the blow, knew that he was still not the opponent of Zhao Qingru's stinky woman, so he automatically turned his attack to the weak intellectual who seemed to be powerless not far away. Although he had never seen Zhou Wentao before, Tian Xuenong, who had been paying attention to Zhao Qingru all these years, knew early on that a certain stinky woman married an intellectual, and she was also a scientist who was immersed in scientific research.

thought that if it weren't for Zhao Qingru, a stinky woman, he would have been admitted to college and would have been able to go to college smoothly. After coming out, even if he can't become a scientist, he is the first two graduating college students after the resumption of the college entrance examination, senior intellectuals, and has an unlimited future. Where would it be like now, nesting in this poor mountain village, not to mention being a single person for most of his life, and being looked down upon by those mud-legged villagers.

All this is the fault of Zhao Qingru, a stinky woman!

Tian Xuenong, who couldn't find the tool in his hand, clenched his fists and waved directly towards Zhou Wentao's polite face.

Zhou Wentao actually only looked a little weaker, thinking that he was also a young man who had gone to the mountains and the countryside in the Eight Classics, and he was not like Zhao Qingru who had not stayed in Shenjiawa Village for two years, so he took the opportunity to return to the magic capital directly. Back then, Zhou Wentao was in the most difficult place in southern Yunnan, and he stayed for several years, from a young man in the magic capital who couldn't do any farm work, to a "model pacesetter". The suffering during this period can be imagined.

Moreover, the Zhao family is from a military family. After knowing that his only sister had found a weak scholar, Zhao Qingshan, as the eldest brother, trained his aunt well. Over the years, even if he was immersed in research in scientific research institutes, Zhou Wentao did not forget to squeeze out time to exercise. If his daughter-in-law is concerned, only a healthy body can better devote himself to modernization, Zhou Wentao deeply agrees.

So...... Tian Xuenong, who still didn't take advantage of Zhao Qingru's side, seemed to be even worse here with Zhou Wentao.

Hitting people without slapping them in the face is what the brothers and sisters of the Zhao family have always pursued, and Zhou Wentao, as an uncle, naturally kept it in mind.

When the movement was a little loud, and the village chief rushed over when he heard the news, Tian Xuenong was sitting on the ground, crying very sadly. As for Zhou Wentao, except for his clothes being a little messy and his breath being a little panting, he couldn't see anything else.

"What, what's going on?" the new village chief, Zhao Qingru didn't know. However, the old village chief looked a little familiar, as if it was Shen Feng, who was once in love with a certain flower, and the great-grandson of the old lady Shen's family, who lived in Shangwan Village. Of course, the older generation is already old. Even Uncle Tao and Aunt Tao are not low in the village.