Su Qingtong is taking a few aunts' children to shop on Daohua Street, where Wangjiawan is located.

Nowadays, although there are no peach blossoms, there are plum blossoms that are light and white, and the fragrant grass is like velvet, which sets off the unique architectural style and has a different kind of elegance, so although it is the time of the New Year, there are still many tourists, especially many foreign guests.

With the increasing number of foreign tourists, the aunts who do business have learned a few words of English.

Along the way, Su Qingtong heard many shop owners haggling with foreign customers in stiff English.

Those foreigners were also reluctant, they didn't understand the situation here at first, they all lived in the Sujia Hotel, and if they lived, they would live in the hotel next to them, after all, the hotels outside were cheap.

The topography and architectural style of Sujiayuan are no longer a small-scale landscape, but have formed local characteristics, and each place has the value of appreciation.

Not to mention the landscape of Sujiazi, three or five days are in the inside, is the nearby natural village, small bridges and flowing water, ancient buildings and streets, casually ten days have passed, this is the reason why tourists are willing to live in cheap hotels, you have to learn to thin the water for a long time.

The Su hotel is too expensive, the food is also expensive, and it takes so long to stay, and the money bag is a little panicked.

The fifth aunt Liao Xia rented three shops to people to open a small tour, and the upper and lower four floors collected 70,000 or 80,000 yuan a year, which is still relatively biased here, if it is next to the Su Hotel, a house as big as hers will get at least 120,000 yuan a year, and the money to buy a house can be recovered in less than ten years.

The fourth uncle Wang Biguang's shop was also rented out, but he opened a restaurant in the original house, and the business was not bad.

My aunt's three shops were also rented out, and then he opened an agricultural machinery institute in his old house, and his uncle would farm, grow vegetables well, raise fish well, and many chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep, and many hotels and restaurants would ask him to buy rice and vegetables, and he made a lot of money all year round.

Su Qingtong enjoys the life now, no longer worrying about money, everyone's life is good, and he also enjoys the scientific and technological life decades later in advance.

Naturally, there are also people who have no money in Yuetang Village, and if they don't have money, they have to be industrious, and if they are lazy, then there is really no way at all.

Su Qingtong walked and walked to a small building, which was the façade of Su Qingtong's biological father, Uncle Mao, he had no money in his hand at the time, only built one, plus only two daughters, and did not take the family business to heart, and now he opened a small shop with his wife to buy some tobacco, alcohol, non-staple food and other department stores.

His wife, Aunt Mao, was a woman brought back from afar, and she didn't go back to her parents' house on the second day of the first lunar month to pay New Year's greetings, so she stayed in her own home.

Today is the first day of the first month, and there are not many tourists, so I play mahjong with my neighbors in front of the store.

People here like to play cards, young people play big, old people play small, Su Qingtong went to take a look, it was two yuan a shot, it was a big one in the local area, a few hundred yuan at a time.

After Su Qingtong walked away.

The people who looked at the cards next to them looked at Aunt Mao with strange eyes, Aunt Mao didn't know, she was unlucky, a little annoyed, Uncle Mao didn't know where to go, the two daughters were helping to do business in the store, because they didn't know the price, they always had to get up to greet the guests, so they always played the wrong cards.

Her life is the same as that of all local women, calm and natural, self-sufficient, but also has unknown troubles, Aunt Mao's biggest worry is that she did not have a son, her first child was a son, but when she was three years old, she fell into a pond and drowned, and has been giving birth to daughters ever since.

The husband's temper is not too good, and if he is annoyed, he will be beaten to death.

She just followed her husband back here in the year, planted a piece of Sichuan beans in the back mountain, just after the fruit, not long ago, not yet to the picking season, one day found that more than half of it was stolen, she was half angry, looking for people everywhere to harm her things, someone told her, said that she saw a few children in her field for a while, and then, she saw Sichuan bean shells everywhere.

The unripe Sichuan beans are tender and sweet, and they are the favorite crops of rural children, and she watched the things she had worked so hard to grow that she was so scourged, and her heart ached so much that she cursed: "The rotten goods that are not good to die, the goods that are not b-raised, the little mongrels who are born with rotten hands and feet that are shameless mongrels"

She was scolding vigorously, her husband came back, and at first she didn't say anything, and the neighbor next door said to her husband: "The green girl is also in the middle"

She didn't know who the green girl was, and suddenly became angry: "The green girl was raised by a desperate family, give me death, I want to see whose wild mongrel it raised, since it is not taught well, why don't you drown in the urine bucket, so as not to smash the shameless little bitch who will kill me now"

Suddenly, her husband gave her two slaps, the two slaps were really bad, she didn't come back to her senses for a long time, and then she was swollen for two or three days, but she soon learned her husband's secret, the young girl was his species, and she scolded her own husband.

Su Qingtong also knew about this later, and it was said by her grandmother when she was chatting with her mother, at that time, her grandmother's face was full of indignation and some schadenfreude.

Su Qingtong had a strange idea at that time, her biological father still had her in his heart, but it was not convenient to recognize her, and she didn't want to recognize her.

Su Qingtong took his cousins and cousins to the river.

The river is widened, running from north to south, there are all kinds of flowers and trees by the river, the scenery is very good, but it is a little cold to walk by the river, she doesn't dare to go far, so she takes a few children to go back.

Seeing his biological father Uncle Mao walking over from the field with a hoe, he was about forty years old, tall, not fat or thin, darker than his father Su Xiuqian, but taller, with a pair of big black and white eyes, Su Qingtong's eyes were like his biological father's, and he was particularly spiritual.

The rapeseed flowers are about to bloom, and a lot of rain has accumulated in the fields, which not only affects the mood of visitors, but also affects the flowering and fruiting.

That's about what my biological father did.

Su Qingtong didn't say hello, only glanced at him, and her biological father also glanced at her, showing a rare smile, but he didn't speak, and then walked towards Wangjiawan one after the other.

In fact, Su Qingtong is a person who likes to say hello, but the relationship with her biological father is too mysterious, if she calls someone, she should call him uncle and grandfather, when it comes to seniority, he is his mother's uncle.

So, simply don't call people.

Then, the biological father entered his house.

Su Qingtong walked slowly on the street with a few children, met five or six foreigners, and when he saw the son of the fifth uncle, they all looked around him, saying so beautiful and cute words, and then took pictures like crazy.