Lin Yuan's father, Lin Zhi, ignored this, and followed his daughter-in-law with a cold face, and the distance between the two families was not far, that is, dozens of meters apart. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lin Yuan clearly remembered that his grandparents lived with his uncle's family, and they didn't live together. The family was divided, and a two-room rough house was built next to the uncle's courtyard, which was covered with thatch, that is, two thatched houses.

At that time, the rough houses were built of stone and mud. The roof is made of wooden planks, thatch and mud are sealed, so that there is no wind or rain.

Lin Yuan's kitchen room was built like this, with a stove and two pots, one large and one small.

Next to the cauldron there is a bellows, a chopping board, pots and spoons next to it, and a small wooden bench in the stove room.

At that time, the kitchens of every household were these things.

The uncle and grandparents' houses are separated by a road, which can be regarded as a separation. After the family was separated, the grandparents kept two acres of land for themselves and planted them by themselves, and the old couple lived a tight life.

Big Bolin Yamato looked at his father Lin Zhi ignoring him, and snorted coldly: "I'm too lazy to pay attention to you, I don't know what to do." Then he turned around and went into his inner room, and roared at the boys of the house.

"A bunch of things, all of them are not worrying about things. The boss will go to the brick factory with me tomorrow, and if you don't work, where will I ask for your daughter-in-law. ”

Lin Yuan smiled, uncle is like this, he has been used to urine all his life, and he is also a paranoid bitter person.

He still remembers twenty years later. The uncle in his sixties, in old age, none of his four sons is filial. Every time I go home during the Qingming Festival, I always hold my hand and cry. also told about Lin Shuang'er, always went to her father's grave, and cried for most of the time and regretted it.

Since my father died ten years later, my uncle has been going to the grave every year, and he has cried heartbreakingly every year. Being old and hopeless, and having unfilial children and grandchildren, can be regarded as having created evil.

"Dick! During the Dragon Boat Festival, send two rice dumplings to your grandfather. At this moment, at the door of his grandparents' house, Lin Yuan heard the roar of his uncle.

"I see who dares! I didn't have anything to eat, and I still honored two old things. This is the voice of the eldest lady, extremely mean and sharp, Lin Yuan sighed in his heart.

I remember that in 2016, my aunt died of cancer, and none of the four sons and daughters-in-law were willing to pay for her medical treatment.

At that time, the eldest lady held her hand and never let go.

When he was dying, he couldn't speak, and his thin eyes were full of remorse.

Finally, he said a sentence that could be heard clearly: "Retribution! And he died.

Mother Zhang Guizhi looked at the closed door of her grandparents' house and knocked on it.

It's only seven or eight o'clock in the morning, and it's a holiday again, and my grandparents are afraid that they are not in a good mood and haven't gotten up.

"Who! Ahem. Grandpa coughed twice, and the old voice came from inside the house.

"Daddy, me! During this festival, the family wrapped zongzi, and after thinking about it, they sent it. Zhang Guizhi shouted, holding Lin Yuan and waiting at the door.

Lin Yuan broke free from his mother Zhang Guizhi's arms, and at this time, the door creaked open!

It was the grandmother who opened the door, with white hair. He bowed up, with a scarf wrapped around his head.

Wearing old cloth shoes on her feet and cloth on her legs, her boring calloused hands pulled her mother closer to the house.

At this time, Lin Yuan ran into the kitchen house, which was different from the usual kitchen house. The old couple fenced it with corn oranges (jie-corn stalks), and the roof was also paved with corn stalks. It is topped with a wooden plank and changed once a year.

In Lin Yuan's memory, his grandparents would tie corn stalks in the field every autumn and repair the stove once.

This stove room is not called a kitchen house, it was called a small stove nest at that time. Many old men and old ladies do this, and they can shelter from the wind and rain in this mountain nest.

I think that at that time, the old ladies and old men of each family were quite pitiful, and the children were divided into their own ways.

The children are filial and have a better life, and they keep eating and drinking. If none of the children are filial, the old men and women will have a hard time.

The grandparents are okay, and the five daughters are still filial! On a birthday, every New Year's holiday will carry a basket (kuai) and bring it with food.

The basket was full.

Lin Yuan's favorite thing is to celebrate the New Year's holidays, so there are a lot of delicious food. Today, the five aunts will come, and of course their sister Lin Shuang'er will also be brought over by the aunt, and the family will be reunited.

As for Lin Yuan, there was nothing else to run into the kitchen, just to look for food. If I am not mistaken, my grandparents must have burned red potatoes (sweet potatoes) for themselves under the stove, which only I and my grandparents know.

Grandparents love his little grandson the most, and his father is the youngest in this family, and he is the youngest grandson.

Lin Yuan poked under the stove and pulled out a layer of ash.

The delicate and warm red buds rolled out along the ashes of the stove, and Lin Yuan had the best bite.

"Hey......

Lin Yuan smirked, red lotus is rare in this season, and there is no one in the market now. Even if it is cultivated with plastic greenhouses (greenhouses), the ones sold in the market are very expensive, and they are not at all eaten by the poor people.

There was a cellar on the back wall of Grandpa's house; Knowing that Lin Yuan likes to eat, he put up a sack of red roots, which have not been broken since winter.

This can also be seen that the old man and the old lady love Lin Yuan. Eating the red lotus, Lin Yuan's tears flowed down, I don't know how many times he cried on the day he was reborn?

I didn't know before, but Lin Yuan, who lived for more than 30 years, didn't understand the love of his grandparents for him! I always dreamed that it was not a dream of my grandparents at that time.

This is not easy to love only in his childhood memories, so Lin Yuan cherishes this moment very much! Take care of it.

Now that God has asked him to relive it, Lin Yuan tries his best to recall the innocence of his eight-year-old child, and tries to be as careful as possible not to show his reborn feet.

After eating the red lotus, Lin Yuan touched his mouth and ran into the two thatched huts of his grandparents. I saw my grandmother staggering out of the granary in the corner, pulling half a bag of chaff.

Mother Zhang Guizhi sobbed and lay in the arms of her father Lin Zhi, crying and couldn't straighten her waist. The crying is not very loud, and you can feel the sadness of the mother.

"Guizhi! I had already packed this half bag of chaff. When the big girl comes, let her take it away! Just say it's yours. The eldest girl takes care of the baby for you, can you let her have a tongue? Muttering behind your back. Lin Yuan's grandmother patted half a bag of bran rice and put it behind the door, which was confirmed.

Lin Zhi clenched his fists, and the corners of his mouth trembled. He was also bitter in his heart, but he couldn't say it, and he had no place to talk about it.

"Wife, you accompany your mother to talk for a while, I'll go home!" Lin Zhi helped his wife Zhang Guizhi up, got up and ran back.

When Lin Yuan's grandfather saw Lin Yuan, he waved his hand on the bed, shaking his white beard and waving his hand to let Lin Yuan come over! A smile bloomed on his face, and wrinkles piled up all over his face: "Little grandson! Come, come! Come to Grandpa. ”

"Grandpa!" Lin Yuan ran over and quickly helped his grandfather, who was struggling to sit up.