Chapter Seventy-Nine: With a Mother-in-law, I Forgot My Brother

Liu Xiaosi gave all his share of rapeseed oil to Mingqiu, and also asked for some from the seven old men.

Of course, Mingqiu will not ask for them in vain, and it is not easy to say that two old people grow these crops. Calculate it for them at a price that is two dollars above the market price.

Seven old men and Liu Xiaosi helped pack rapeseed oil in a large plastic pot and move it to Mingqiu's car.

"Little Fourth Dad, you are a good person. My mom has been thinking about you and is coming to you. During this time, several of our brothers and sisters have also discussed, my mother has worked hard all her life, and it is not easy to find someone she likes when she is old. So, we're going to entrust my mom to you. You can live wherever you want in the city and in the country. ”

Mingqiu's words made Liu Xiaosi happy. He had never dared to expect such a good thing. As long as Mingqiu's mother can think of him, he will be satisfied to come to see him once.

"Hey, Mingqiu, don't worry, I'll take care of your mother."

"Mingqiu, I'll stay here for two days, and I'll take the fourth brother back to the city, and let the fourth brother go to the city to have a look."

As soon as Mingqiu's mother saw Liu Xiaosi, she grabbed his hand and didn't let go, for fear that his fourth brother would run away. This is so envious of the seven old men. The women in this city just let go! The children in this city just understand things! How could such a good thing let Liu Xiaosi, the turtle son, catch up? This Liu Xiaosi has been lonely all his life, and he has been **** lucky when he is old. This is called the three poor and the three rich to reach old age, and at the age of sixty, they can still walk the peach blossom luck!

During this time, Liu Xiaosi has been living here with the Seven Old Men, and he has nothing at home. Lunch was naturally eaten at the house of the seven old men.

Liu Xiaosi happily cooked by himself. Mingqiu's mother lit a fire for him under the stove. The two of them talked and laughed, and the seven old men became redundant.

The seven old men came to the old apricot tree with their hands.

The green leaves of the apricot tree resemble a large umbrella, and the apricots hidden between the branches and leaves are already slightly yellowed. In more than ten days, you can eat sweet and sour apricots.

The apricots of this old apricot tree are big and delicious. Many families in the village have grafted its branches. However, the fruit produced is not as delicious as this mother tree. Perhaps, only this yard, this small piece of land, can grow such trees and bear such fruits. This tree also has a personality.

Qiuqiu saw the seven old men standing under the apricot tree in a lonely manner, so he thoughtfully ran over and rubbed his trouser legs.

The seven old men squatted down, hugged the ball in their arms, and pressed their heads against its face.

"Qiuqiu, it's still hello, only you will always follow grandpa, only you will not leave grandpa for others."

"Qiuqiu, your fourth grandfather has a mother-in-law, so you don't want grandpa."

"It's no wonder that Mingqiu's mother is so beautiful, such a temperamental old lady in the city, anyone who sees it will like it. You say, why did she fall in love with your fourth grandfather so desperately. ”

"Qiuqiu, isn't grandpa a little stingy, should I be happy for your fourth grandfather. But I just couldn't be happier. ”

Qiuqiu will not answer the seven old men, but will only whine and coquettish in his arms.

"You little thing, what do you know? You're a little stupid dog, a little fool, just like grandpa, a little thing that no one wants. ”

As the seven old men chattered, tears filled their eyes, and the tears flowed uncontrollably, onto the white hair on Qiuqiu's head.

Qiuqiu raised his head, he didn't know why his grandfather was crying, he stuck out his tongue and licked the face of the seven old men. The tears were salty and astringent.

"Seventh brother, it's time to eat." Liu Xiaosi shouted seven old men in the kitchen.

The seven old men stood up, wiped their faces, and walked into the hall.

At this meal, the seven old men were full of anger, and watched Liu Xiaosi and Mingqiu show their mother's affection.

"Mingqiu,, you eat this, this is steamed eggplant."

"Mingqiu,, you try this, this tiger skin sea pepper."

"Hey, fourth brother, you eat it too, the dishes made by the fourth brother are delicious, I like to eat them."

It's a delicious fart, the seven old men don't think there's anything good to come, every dish is so unpalatable in the mouth. He didn't think that Liu Xiaosi's cooking was so unpalatable.

"Fourth brother, my name is Yunmei, don't call me such a old Mingqiu, it's easy to see outside."

"Hey, Yunmei, it's so good, it's good. Then I'll call you Meimei from now on. ”

What is it good to hear, transporting coal, why is it not called bad luck! Also Meimei, this Liu Xiaosi is really an old ****, and he is not too numb.

The Seven Old Men really couldn't eat it anymore. He pushed the bowl and said, "I'm full, so eat slowly." ”

Liu Xiaosi also thought that the seven old men were an eyesore and disturbed their two-person world.

"Then, Brother Seven, you have eaten, take the ball out for a spin. I'll clean up the dishes and chopsticks in a moment. ”

This dead thing, think he's in the way, drive him away! The seven old men walked out of the courtyard gate with the ball in their arms.

People are mandarin ducks flying with wings, and the seven old men are wandering around blindly.

It was a bit hot in the countryside in the afternoon, people were taking a nap, and there was no one on the village road.

The figure of the seven old men was a little lonely, only the shadow of Qiuqiu who followed unabandoningly.

The corn seedlings that were planted early in the field were already more than a chopstick tall. The slender leaves swayed in the wind. Those who planted late also sprouted, and the little seedlings poked their heads out of the soil and looked curiously at the seven old men and his dog.

The seedlings are also ten centimeters tall, and they are covered with green. There are frogs clucking and singing among the seedlings. This is the season when they sing about love and give birth to offspring. Before long, small black tadpoles swam around in the water with their long tails.

The fields that had been harvested were all turned over, soaked in water, and waiting to be planted. The fields filled with water glowed in the sunlight like shattering countless mirrors.

has dealt with the land all his life, and the seven old men still feel that this land is closer than anyone else. As long as you put your heart and soul into it, she will not fail you and will give you a rich reward.

Unlike those who go out to work, they only know that when they go home for the New Year, they are worried about the taste of their hometown, and they take the produce from the field in large bags and small bags. There is no sweat in this dirt, is it really fragrant for them to eat?

It's not like Liu Xiaosi, when he is lonely and has nowhere to go, he remembers to come to him to find warmth. He spoiled him like that, got used to him, but once the woman came, he didn't have any nostalgia for him, and even thought he was in the way and drove him out.

The seven old men's hearts were sour and astringent, and they didn't know where to say it.

Walking around this field, looking at the crops that are growing strongly, and seeing the wild flowers blooming wantonly on the Cheche Mountain, the hearts of the seven old men are at peace. A qiē in this wilderness is a loyal old friend who will not betray!

The seven old men walked around, and when they went back, Liu Xiaosi had already left with Mingqiu's mother Yunmei. He knew that they were newly married, and they were staying together for concubines.

I'm sorry, it's all old men and old ladies, and I'm not afraid that this ** will burn you two old things.

The seven old men kicked the old apricot tree in the yard with some anger.

With a bang, a dry branch fell, almost hitting the seven old men.

This old thing bullies me too. The Seven Old Men thought.