Uncle Ren Qi looked at the shopkeeper Niu with a smile on his face: "Let's go?" ”

"Let's go."

quarantined.

The cattle shopkeeper looked satisfied before he was "arrested".

Fang Yuan was outside another shed, and the probe clenched his fist at the cattle shopkeeper: "Congratulations." ”

"That's true, man, there's a mistake, wow, is it the same preference?" The cattle shopkeeper also hugged his fists.

"Hahaha, yes, rejoicing, congratulations!"

Fang Yuanwai is very proud.

He was not mistaken, he had never mistaken Song Fusheng's descendant, he was very fortunate that he did not miss the acquaintance with the Song family, and he firmly believed that Song Fusheng's show had just begun.

There are a lot of people who put the icing on the cake.

Lao Wang's family, a big pig farmer, greeted the people in the village: "Come to my house to receive rice, I will put it on the other side of the river, and give your family a catty, I really need to eat more today, and I am happy for the Song family." ”

The ninth sister-in-law hurriedly stopped: "Huh? I don't need you, I've already sent people to carry food, and they've all come to me to get it. ”

The ninth sister-in-law thinks that she has a very good relationship with Mrs. Ma.

Go into the city to see the eldest granddaughter in the Song family's car.

If the eldest granddaughter has something to do in the city, she also goes to the dim sum shop to pick up the message.

This is the granddaughter's big belly, otherwise a few days ago, the head of the regiment took the imperial examination, and Mrs. Ma supported the shed to sell snacks, and the granddaughter would have to help every day.

I heard that after only going for half a day, Mrs. Ma took her granddaughter away for fear of a mistake, and this time when she returned to the village, she only knew when they chatted with each other.

So, of course, I have to help at this time, so I can't show the sisterhood between her and Mrs. Ma.

There are still many families in the village who are shouting to get firewood for the cattle shopkeeper, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, rice and noodles, like Ren Zijiu's daughter-in-law who also hugged a quilt and mattress.

Lao Niutou was isolated when he returned to the village, and he didn't need to send daily necessities on the other side of the river, and the people in their village could get it together.

Don't be afraid to give cushion anything.

Can people take advantage of them on the other side of the river?

But when you go back and return something, you will be very sympathetic.

"Oh, no, no, you really don't need to bother." The shopkeeper Niu pointed to Lao Fang, isn't there one in Brother Fang's shed?

Fang Yuanwai: Right, I'm cooking here, using a basket and a long stick to hand it to the cow shopkeeper, and eat the ready-made meal directly.

That night, the villagers of Renjia Village reacted differently because each of the Song families scattered a pound of rice.

"Dad, I immediately remembered the scene when you were a talent in the middle of the year." Patriarch Ren's family nodded one after another.

The voice showed off the talent, and my heart is hot when I think about it.

At that time, their family also scattered their wealth, and each household distributed candy, that is, there were not as many firecrackers as on the other side of the river.

Ren San's family.

Uncle Ren used chopsticks to pick up pickles and drink porridge, and the family was also mentioning the past of Patriarch Ren and Ren Zisheng's talent in the examination.

Ren Zisheng didn't mention it, he didn't recognize the things of his fellow villagers if he wasn't down-to-earth, and the people in the village didn't feel borrowed. Although at that time, the fortune tellers from other villages all said that Ren Zisheng was one in a million.

As for the patriarch.

The third uncle said: "How old is he in Xiucai, and he can't compare with the other side of the river." People still have to take the exam, how old are they. Alas, it is conceivable that his mother is really far-sighted, a woman, she gritted her teeth early to provide for it, it was not easy, and there was no helper. ”

The third uncle's son said: "Dad, what you said is not right, even if you go to another family, you will not help her for her son to study when she marries, and she is not biological." ”

"So, she didn't go again, it's even more rare and transparent."

The sons and daughters-in-law of the third uncle: "......"

is praising the head of the group, Dad, why do you always praise the head of the group.

Four sisters-in-law's house.

The fourth sister-in-law was really happy for the other side of the river, "Brother Fugui has mentioned it before, don't talk about the head of the regiment, don't talk about the test of Xiucai, and the master of the test is not a problem." ”

The fourth sister-in-law smiled and said, "We don't understand this, so it's as simple as taking the exam as if eating." I heard from people outside that the test show has already eliminated many people, and it will be more difficult to take the test. Damn it, don't go out and talk nonsense, if you don't get in, the head of the regiment will be embarrassed. ”

"Yes, yes, I didn't leak that, but I really think the head of the regiment can do it."

"If you can, you can hold back your words."

Next to the big white house.

The big white and fat mother-in-law has already begun to think: "This time the show is so good, when the master is released, should we send something?" ”

"That's what you want, you want," Bai Fat finished speaking, and went to serve the second bowl of porridge with his rice bowl.

provoked her mother-in-law: "Would you like to eat less?" If you don't work and don't grind the beans, you come back. ”

The leftover porridge in the pot was for several sons, and Dabai's mother-in-law poured her own porridge to Dabai, "Drink this, don't serve any more rice, that's all." He also pointed at his son with chopsticks and warned him not to pour porridge into his daughter-in-law.

Erpengzi's house.

Erpeng Ziniang looked at her second son while eating: "In the future, the head of the regiment will go out again, don't come forward, introduce the head of the regiment and let your eldest brother come forward." ”

The second son is stupid to death, but he is not as good as the boss.

If the boss had so many opportunities as the second child, he would have already fallen into the eyes of the regiment leader.

Er Pengzi pretended not to hear, put down his rice bowl and went out to work with a hoe on his back.

Grandma's house.

Grandma Sun said that her son who does good deeds and does not leave a name: "I can see it, you are called a stupid person with stupid blessings, and the head of the regiment rarely works stupidly like you." ”

In the past few days of rain, it is obvious that there is something big and small in the village, and the head of the regiment called Er Pengzi and her stupid son to support, which made the grandmother have a little bit of the vanity of her son being reused in the village.

There are also well-known extremely poor households in the village.

There is little land at home and many people.

"me, let's serve a bowl of noodle soup to the two of you." Eat only whole grains to pull your throat.

"Isn't this borrowing Song Jiaguang to get a pound of rice? Let the two Ni'er follow suit. ”

The couple had five children, two girls and two boys.

When the mother glanced at her daughters, she thought that the head of the regiment had arranged for her man to collect the feces in the village with Lao Yutou, and nodded.

The two girls were immediately overjoyed: I wonder if the head of the regiment, Uncle Bo, will give out candy to each household.

……

In front of the gate on the other side of the river, the road was still muddy.

The courtyard has not been cleaned up, and it has been poured out of the empty outside.

Just lay a small short path with sandbags, go out and step on the sandbags.

However, this family at the foot of the mountain, just looking at the heavy gate and the generous blue brick wall, you know that this is a big family, and this family is very rich.

Also, you can't hear any talking outside, but when you pull up the two iron knockers and push the door over the high threshold to enter, you will find that it is bustling inside.

"Roast, roast, that meat is cut and eaten."

Ge Erniu held two plates of meat: "Two plates are not enough, but it's a day?" ”

The uncle blushed when he drank: "But, listen to it, I'll pay this money, I'll invite everyone to eat, and I'll buy two pigs to make up for the middle school when I turn around." What are you squeezing at me, I can't talk well. ”

It's really good to listen to.

Ge Erniu hurriedly said: "He drank too much, can I be happy that my nephew is admitted?" Can I miss two pigs? ”

Uncle didn't let her go, "You don't understand, you're not as happy as me." My father, my brother? ”

Belching? The high butcher hurriedly hugged the uncle's shoulders and stuffed chopsticks meat into his mouth, why did he still cry.

The place where the group ate was on the stone altar, which used to be the place where Leba dried bread after baking.

This time, it's like the discovery of the New World, when everyone finds out that Leba is not baked, we can sit here for dinner, a stone altar of the boss.

Then there are a few more tables next to it, and women and children who don't want to eat cross-legged can sit at the table.

This place is good, the kang tables are connected together, the burning charcoal is prepared, the baking trays are put on one by one, the pork is cut thinly and roasted, dipped in the home sauce, a mouthful of meat and a mouthful of wine.

All the wine jars have been moved out today, and all the charcoal has been taken out.

In Grandpa's words, you still need to take the exam, and sooner or later you have to buy it, and then buy it.

The carbon bag was soaked down by the rain, it doesn't matter, Erfu and Erlang said, "Third uncle, let's build a carbon bag to burn." ”

Grandpa sat on the stone altar and raised his wine glass, and the men also raised it with all of them, and the scene was quite spectacular for a while.

Especially when the yard is only half done, it is thrown there in a mess, and if you don't do it today, you will drink.

The children have already finished eating, barbecue with buns.

The bun is wrapped for the mountain god when offering, and it is simply chopped and stuffed.

Yaya Baozi, they ran around the stone altar all over the yard.

After drinking the wine, Grandpa pointed to the children in the yard and said, "These children are blessed, and their three uncles, three uncles and three uncles are blessed." ”

Song Fusheng said with a smile on his face: "Grandpa, no, don't say that." ”

Grandpa Song was not convinced, and everyone was not convinced: "Fusheng, it's really true." ”

"Boys, don't say much, don't care what they will do in the future, walking outside, with an uncle like you, why can't you do it?"

People here don't understand the word "social resources", but the meaning is the same.

"Let's just talk about these girls, who will dare to bully them when they marry outside in the future?"

When it comes to the third uncle Song Fusheng, you have to weigh it before your in-laws bully it.

Because the daughters of ordinary village families marry outside, if something happens, we can only rely on the relatives in the clan to call the door more, it is easy to bully, and if the daughter dies, you will have to send some money to send you so much.

Song Fusheng is different, no matter where the daughters marry, the identity of Xiucai who has been included in his pocket is that he can sue the official office with a piece of paper, and the official has to come forward to explain.

The old lady pouted in disgust when she heard these drunken words: "When Fusheng didn't pass the Xiucai exam, they had to weigh the bullying and clean them up." Besides, don't curse us, we are dead, and we can't marry such a rotten family. ”

Since Song Fusheng has embodied that his daughter is a treasure in the palm of his hand, and he has influenced all the families of the nine clans to attach great importance to his daughter, all the people in our family are treasures.

Song Fusheng smiled: "Yes, yes, which niece and niece are being bullied and looking for me." "He's in charge of finding the door.

The girls all pursed their lips and smiled.

In fact, what everyone is most grateful to Song Fusheng is that he gave them the qualifications to become a family.

In the words of the uncle, "As far as I am true, you are all fake".

Yes, but these fake relatives borrow Song Fusheng's light like real relatives, and in the long run, maybe even their children and grandchildren will borrow light everywhere.

No, speaking of getting married, Mrs. Ma sandwiched a piece of meat for her little granddaughter, drank a lot, patted Poria on the back and whispered: "Others don't know, milk knows, your father can be admitted to your credit." ”

Everyone really doesn't know this, in their limited understanding of reading, they only know that when Song Fusheng is reviewing, it is said that there must be literate people to test him next to him.

One took a book to read, the other recited, to see if the memorization was correct, so the fat girl accompanied Song Fusheng at home.

Song Fuling helped her father review this matter, and never leaked it out.

On the one hand, it's too much to believe.

Girl, so young, how can she be better than her father who walks outside, especially since her father has been studying for many years.

On the other hand, although Song Fusheng doesn't care about facelessness, he can't wait to tell everyone that his daughter is the most talented, but Song Fuling really doesn't want people to know.

She wants outsiders to think: My dad is the best.

"Milk, how can there be that, just accompany him, so that he will not be bored to study alone." It's very boring, so it's very gratifying that my father's temperament can continue to learn for a long time.

Nothing, Mrs. Ma glanced at her granddaughter.

When her old lady is a fool?

Once she caught up, her granddaughter read more crunchy than her son, and her son yawned all day long.

"Alas, don't say anything else, fat girl, your father is also working hard, ah? Milk this time buy walnuts to buy double. You just remember one thing, even if you marry well in the future, your mother's family must have the ability to not be underestimated. It's not good to be looked down on, stretching out your hands, opening your mouth, and reaching people with your feet crossed. Yes, it's enough, but if you marry in, you're tired, and you have to be your father. ”

Especially the temperament of her third son.

If the third son has very hard wings, Mrs. Ma will dare to say to her little granddaughter, "Your father is more powerful than your husband." ”

The word "powerful" is newly learned by the old lady.

Just when the little granddaughter learned that San'er was second in the Xiucai exam, she said: Dad, you are really powerful.

"Milk, don't drink it, why did you get here, I got married early."

She has always known that her father is more reliable than her husband.

No matter how capable my husband is, it's not as good as my father's ability.

"Besides, huh? Milk? Am I not an earthworm? Song Fuling turned her small intestines: "How can I marry high, I will dig the ground." ”

Mrs. Ma opened her mouth for a while, and finally said, "You are not an earthworm, you are a butterfly." ”

"Hahahaha."

Song Fusheng, who was smiling, looked back and was happy: "What are your grandparents and grandchildren talking about?" ”

At the same time, Qian Peiying was cutting meat slices in Dangdang.

He came over to serve the dish and said with a smile: "Xiucai lady, don't do it, I'll cut it." ”

Qian Peiying handed over the plate: "Xiucai, his sister-in-law, you are tired, go eat a few bites and rest." ”

There was also laughter on the other side of the stove.

Just when Song Fuling thought that tonight would be very joyful, there was no shadow of grandma after drinking, and there was no shadow of my mother, and when they appeared again, their eyes were red, and they were all crying and swollen.

"What's wrong?"

Song Fusheng and Song Fuling kept asking Qian Peiying, but Qian Peiying didn't say.

In the early morning of the second day, Qian Peiying stood at the door of her house and shouted, "Mother." ”

Mrs. Ma looked back at her with a hoe and smiled, and replied loudly: "Hello." ”

Yesterday, the two of them were in the attic, and at the end they almost hugged their heads and cried.

Because Mrs. Ma cried and accused her: "Qian, what's wrong with my mother?" I'm not qualified enough, I have even given up on you to have children, I have told Lu Pan and his grandmother, as long as you are good. You don't know how hard it is for me to give up. ”

She was quite puzzled at the time: "What's wrong with you?" ”

The old lady burst into tears and said, "You don't care if you call your mother, you haven't called since you fled the famine." You either call her a milk, or an old lady, don't think I don't know. ”

So this morning, Qian Peiying shouted at the highest volume.