Fang Donghua really didn't expect his son to ask like this, but this is indeed a big question.

"Son, why do you ask this?"

The sky dimmed, and Fang Dajun couldn't see his father's expression clearly at this time, so he could only judge from his voice, "It's nothing, just ask casually." ”

"Son, are you getting along with that kid from Yulan?" Fang Donghua guessed, feeling that there was only one possibility.

Fang Dajun nodded, he had originally planned to say this, and it would be better to say it now.

"Well, it's all fate." Fang Donghua looked disappointed, but he didn't say anything.

Fang Dajun suddenly felt that he shouldn't have asked this topic just now, no matter how his father answered, it seemed that he couldn't give him the right answer, because the choice was actually in his own hands.

He will not change his attitude towards feelings because of his father's request, nor will he ignore this matter because his father does not ask for it.

"Old man, let's decide the future later, no matter what, I will always be your son." Fang Dajun sighed.

Fang Donghua smiled, got up and patted his son on the shoulder, yes, who can say for sure what will happen in the future, now that he is married and divorced, his son is still young, and he is still young.

Fang Donghua is actually only in his early forties, and his life is still long.

"Old man, let's go home, Uncle Zhong and they should come over." Fang Dajun changed the subject.

"Okay, don't say this beforehand." Fang Donghua instructed.

Fang Dajun nodded, of course he wouldn't go around preaching, lest others gossip.

Immediately, the two fathers and sons followed the path to the house, the street lights were already on, and the father and mother of Zhong had just arrived, drinking tea and watching TV in the hall.

Dinner was almost ready, a large family, a total of 11 people, only eight people could sit at the table, and the two girls and Fang Yan ate on the small coffee table next to them.

It doesn't matter if it's not a table, the hall is the most important place in a family, everyone is in the hall, and the atmosphere is all out.

Fang Dajun still asked about the situation in the shop as usual, Zhong's father and Zhong mother were very satisfied, guarding the shop is far better than working in the field, although he cooks by himself, but the ingredients are supplied by the cost of the cement factory's food group, it doesn't cost a few dollars, and he can save money every month.

Elder brother Zhong Jian is also receiving a salary, Fang Dajun gives a full salary of 36 yuan, there is overtime, counted, it is more than 40, if the eldest sister also goes to work at that time, then the overall monthly income of the Zhong family will exceed 100 yuan.

In addition, Fang Dajun opened his mouth, if he sent a building to the eldest sister, it would not be equivalent to the Zhong family, the building was repaired between the cement factory and the town, and it would be convenient for both the eldest sister and the eldest sister to move in, and it would be not far from Jiaoshan Commune, and the two families could come and go at any time.

As for Fang Dajun, he is already supporting his family, and the ingredients at home are also prepared by the cement factory, and his sister and father bring them back to the house every day, as for the money, it can be deducted directly from his salary.

Fang Dajun now receives a number of salaries, one hundred for the cement factory, one hundred for the coal factory, fifty for sales, and another fifty for reimbursement, plus one hundred for the garment factory, and the income is as high as four hundred yuan per month, which is quite bullish in the township in 82 years.

The evening meal is also a specially prepared good thing, only the dish of "keel stewed lotus root" is rare, lotus flowers are only planted in the local pond, it is basically difficult to obtain lotus seeds, and the yield of lotus root is also super low, it is difficult to see the sale, and the brigade will digest it.

The lotus root he eats now is still a special gift from Ping'an Commune to him, and it can be regarded as a heart.

Children basically like to eat potatoes, for the lotus root is almost the same, especially the current old varieties of lotus root, the quality is a good one, a bite, can pull out a very long silk, the lotus root broken silk is like this.

No, the two girls ate very happily, and so did the adults, Fang Dajun pondered, don't go out when the Chinese New Year is approaching, just sit at home and receive gifts, others dare to send them, it must be a rare goods prepared by Jingxin, this has nothing to do with value, in this era, even if you have money, many things can't be bought.

The rest of the dishes on the table are also hard dishes, comparable to the meals of many, many families for the New Year, watching the family eat happily, he is also happy, which is the satisfaction of a man.

After the meal, he withdrew first, and the time was almost eight o'clock, beckoning his father and Father Zhong to continue drinking, and he followed him to the commune.

Unexpectedly, the second sister suddenly said loudly: "Brother, I'll go with you." ”

Fang Dajun thought for a while, nodded and said, "Well, it's okay to go over together, you are more familiar with the garment room." ”

Watching his children go out, Fang Donghua smiled, feeling that things were not as bad as he imagined, just today his son knew that he was not biological, and he could still treat him as his biological father, which made him so happy that he couldn't find the north, so he was greedy for a few more cups, not long ago he also knew the price of Wuliangye, and he was startled at that time, and now, there are still several bottles of Wuliangye and Moutai at home, he can't drink it, his son occasionally remembers, so he forced him to open a bottle, and if he doesn't drink it, it will be wasted.

The two of them went out, and there was already a flashlight prepared at home, although it was a rare commodity and the battery was expensive, but it was still affordable.

"Sister, I'll hold you, be careful not to fall." Fang Dajun suddenly spoke.

"Yes!" In the dark, Fang Yan nodded happily.

Then he took the initiative to take his hand up, Fang Dajun smiled, held the second sister's little hand, and the two walked side by side on the highway. In winter, it is also the time when farmers begin to rest, and farm work is not so busy.

"Brother, sister doesn't want to study so much." Fang Yan suddenly said this.

Fang Dajun was stunned, and did not ask the reason, but persuaded him: "That's not good, our family has never been a college student, and our old Fang family has never been out." Now that you have such an opportunity, you should seize it. ”

"Yes!" Fang Yan answered, and then there was no follow-up.

Fang Dajun shook his head, reading is also a gifted job, no matter how good or bad the family conditions are, there are countless children who don't want to study, but under normal circumstances, the poorest children in the family are the ones who study the hardest, of course, hard work is not equal to grades, just an attitude.

"Sister, wait until next year's college entrance examination to see the situation, I still expect to wait for you to come back after graduating from college to help me manage the factory, if you are not admitted to college, you can also repeat, if you don't want to repeat at that time, then we will talk again."

"Well, sister saves."

Soon, the two arrived at the commune, which was very close, and it was naturally not easy to ride a bicycle when the black light was blind.

The garment room is next to the commune, and it is connected to the rice house, which is just a tiled house, but the walls are made of bricks. The door was open, the lights were on, and there was the sound of conversation...... (To be continued.) )