The boy who was studying abroad has returned.

When Grandpa Song saw Song Fusheng far away, he got out of the car in high spirits, and after not seeing him for several months, he threw away the crutches in his hand and started running.

Uncle Song and the high butcher followed.

Mrs. Ma was held by her eldest daughter, and she ran up to the sound of suona firecrackers.

"Third uncle."

"Third uncle."

Song Jinbao: "Third uncle, Mi Shou." "I miss you guys.

The boys of the Song Nine clan grinned and ran towards Song Fusheng.

The other Jinshi's family members were infected, and they also completely burned. "Hurry, hurry, let's go forward."

"Why don't you see your father running away, you look at people."

Sun Jinshi's child was pushed by his mother but still didn't dare to run. My dad wasn't used to me, he didn't hug me, and I was afraid of running over and looking at each other embarrassed.

Grandpa Song hugged Song Fusheng's neck.

Song Fusheng's eyes turned red all of a sudden.

The moment he sat in the car and saw his father and fellow villagers, his heart surged with something indescribable.

Those familiar faces finally reappeared.

He suspected that the reason why he was excited was because of the twists and turns of his Jinshina.

I'm also afraid, you said that if you really didn't get in, you would lose face now.

"Grandpa," Song Fusheng patted Grandpa Song's back, and wanted to ask if you were okay, but he choked up slightly, didn't say anything, and only rubbed the old man's back.

Then, Song Fusheng was covered with people.

One arm was grabbed by Uncle Song and carried away.

The other arm was grabbed by the tall butcher.

The second brother grabbed his shoulder behind him, as if he was going to give him a massage, his eyes were red and he said, it's not easy, no one has worked hard as you.

The eldest brother-in-law saw him silly, and more and more family members were silly at him.

Song Fusheng was in the crowd, and saw Mrs. Ma being held by the eldest sister, and Xi Zizi floated past him and went straight to the car behind him.

"Fat girl, fat girl?"

"Milk."

As soon as the milk was called, Song Fatya tilted her head before she appeared from the car, and Mrs. Ma burst into tears, and she wanted to climb the car again, and she wanted to help her little granddaughter get out of the car, and she didn't know what to do.

Give Qian Peiying speechless.

Isn't this coming back? Look at these grandparents and grandchildren, crying like something.

Mrs. Ma held Song Fuling's little face with her rough hands, and the grandparents shed tears on their foreheads.

Others are laughing next to them when they see this scene, they have the same psychology as Qian Peiying, what is this for?

Only Mrs. Ma knows how much she misses her little granddaughter.

All I can't control in my mind is the image of her and her granddaughter together.

Their grandparents and grandchildren ate salted duck eggs together.

Push bricks together.

Squatting together in the first broken oven room and eating the first cake made by their granddaughter.

The granddaughter drove with her in the dark, and she tied the little granddaughter and Mi Shou behind her with a quilt and rope, and their grandchildren couldn't stretch out their hands in the cold.

She buys clothes for her little granddaughter.

The little granddaughter bought her face cream.

She lived for such an age, and the face oil she wiped was not bought by her man, not by her sons who had worked hard to grow up, but by her little granddaughter.

This time her granddaughter left, and the old lady realized that she had unknowingly been wandering around every day, and whether the fat girl was a boy or not had already become her lifeline.

You must know that you are panicked to think like this, really, you must not let the fat girl go to the capital with San'er.

Oh my God, what can this special mother do if she marries in the future.

Mrs. Ma hugged Song Fatya, cried and asked, "Do you want milk?" ”

"I think, milk, I'll buy you a gift, spend a lot of money, you can be rare."

"Spend a lot of money? How much is it? As soon as you talk like that, I don't know the bottom of my heart. ”

Song Yinfeng and Qian Peiying looked at each other, and the two of them laughed, this pair of grandparents and grandchildren really can't be rectified.

One moment crying, one moment laughing, just look, and the next moment there will be a war of words.

Faintly heard:

"What do you buy it for, don't I have flowers?"

"Can I wear flowers? I can wear this. ”

As soon as Qian Peiying turned around, she went to rescue Mi Shou and pick up the child's shoes.

Mi Shou was held by Song Fucai, but his shoes were rarely pulled off by Song Jinbao. The younger brother is back, and the younger brother of Mi Shou can find flowers, and he likes it.

"Jinbao, the third aunt bought you a lot of candy, you go to the car and take it out, you eat it yourself, and see how to send it to those younger brothers and sisters of the Jinshi family later."

"Thank you, Aunt San."

Song Jinbao is no longer the beaten child who went to the car to eat when he fled the famine.

Song Xiaolian, this is my father.

Cui Jinshi and the others led their old fathers, and some of them were the most prestigious old men in the family, and they came to greet Song Fusheng.

said that it was thanks to Song Fusheng's care all the way, otherwise the way back and forth would not be so fast, and there was no fork in the road to catch the exam.

said that it was borrowed from the capital.

said that they were able to get admitted without distractions, ate well, lived well, and discussed with each other, thanks to Song Fusheng.

And then the most heavyweight is introduced, father, this is the protégé of the Son of Heaven recognized by the Holy Chrysostom, only this one, I don't know if Fengtian received the news?

Roger.

The representatives of the Jinshi have thanked:

Our Cui clan is grateful.

The Cheng family is grateful.

Song Fusheng also hurriedly introduced Grandpa and Uncle Song to Jinshi friends.

Song Fusheng originally wanted to call Mrs. Ma to come.

It's a pity that Mrs. Ma didn't care about anything, she had Song Fuling's arm under her arm, and she had already gone into the distance.

It's not too uncommon for old ladies to show their faces at the moment.

The third son is promising, and sometimes, she doesn't need to show off, and she doesn't need to deliberately introduce to others "I am Song Fusheng's mother, I am the old lady".

No one else knows.

If our son has a chance, we can't hide if we want to.

Needless to say, others will know what we are capable of.

Besides, that's where it goes.

When Song Fusheng and the family members of Jinshi's friends were greeting, Song Fugui's identity as a housekeeper had not been removed, and he was used to serving him like this.

Fugui reminded in a whisper behind Fusheng: "Yang Zhuangyuan's family." ”

Song Fusheng looked back.

Yang Mingyuan's eldest brother suddenly bowed to Song Fusheng and bowed his waist.

is quite a simple man, very tanned, and looks like Yang Mingyuan, it stands to reason that his facial features are quite handsome, but he is old.

This is Song Fusheng's first impression of Yang Mingyuan's eldest brother.

hurriedly picked it up, told Mingyuan that he was in a hurry to take office and did not come back, and motioned to Fugui to give the letter he had handed over.

Yang Mingyuan's eldest brother took the letter and said that he had already heard from the officials, and that he had come today to meet Song Fusheng on behalf of his mother and the family.

My mother was so happy that she couldn't get up and was sick.

This big brother will say whatever he wants, and he doesn't shy away from people at all.

"The family doesn't have great ability, Mingyuan can have today, our family knows it, and you can't do without it. He never left the house, you led him all the way, he didn't get lost......"

Song Fusheng, who listened, couldn't hold back his joy.

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Renjia Village.

The patriarch led the people of the village to welcome Song Jinshi into the village.

"Kowtow to Master Jinshi," except for the patriarch Ren who has the identity of Xiucai, and the Ren Gongxin family has Ren Zisheng's good son, the rest have to kneel, and it stands to reason that they should also kneel.

Something, it's different.

But Song Fusheng stopped: "Folks, I don't care what other Jinshi are like when they come home." I just care about it in our village, I, Song Fusheng, am still your regiment leader, just your regiment leader. ”

The hometown sound is nostalgic, and the head of the regiment recognizes his relatives.

This voice of the regiment commander instantly reminded the villagers that the regiment commander appeared at the head of the village at the time of the conscription, and the voice was loud, "I will try my best to help." ”

Last year, the head of the regiment took them to fight the flood, moved, and commanded them in the rain in their robes.

The head of the regiment also made the whole village tax-free and appointed the military quartermaster village of Renjia Village.

The people in the village are always richer than other villages in the difficult and hard days.

Take them to hold high the banner, boil milk bricks, and push Leba, in addition to farming, there is a lot of income.

"Captain!"

Da Bai Fat cried excitedly all of a sudden, and her man was slightly sour in the crowd.

Why is it just slightly sour, because there are many girls whose eyes are moist.

Reluctant.

Such a good regiment leader will not be able to stay, and the regiment leader will go to other counties to be a guide, no longer from their village.

Song Fusheng waved his hand.

Song Fugui and they began to unload sugar.

There were a lot of candies in the car, which were not bought at their own expense, but were bought by those local officials through those counties to send Song Fuling and Qian Mishou.

"Thank you, Uncle Jinshi."

There is a Jinshi in Renjia Village, and a Jinshi monument will be erected here.

Many years later, the people in the village will be proud of Song Fusheng.

(End of chapter)