The chief's face eased, and he continued to talk to Mrs. Zhang.

This time, I asked according to the routine, whether the harvest at home is good, whether the grain collected is enough to eat, how many children there are in the family, and whether the children are filial or not.

Mrs. Zhang was eating, asking and answering, but when she asked whether her children were filial piety or not, Mrs. Zhang only felt panicked in her throat and eyes, and she couldn't swallow the porridge no matter how fragrant it was.

Mrs. Zhang sighed, knowing that Jiang Xiaochi hadn't eaten yet, she gave Jiang Xiaochi everything in her hand to eat.

"I can't give birth to my own, only this one is still used as a person, my old wife is jealous of my granddaughter!"

The chief was stunned: "You mean, your second boy was picked up by you from outside?" ”

Originally, Mrs. Zhang was more taboo about whether Jiang Dalin picked it up, and no matter what the people in the village said, she rarely mentioned it in front of outsiders.

Maybe it's because Jiang Dalin has been gone for a long time, or maybe Jiang Xiaochi is really filial to himself, and Mrs. Zhang's expression is a little natural when she talks about this topic.

Mrs. Zhang chattered about how to pick up Jiang Dalin, how his family objected, and how his own children were disgusted because of their stubbornness, no matter whether the chief on the other side liked to listen to it or not, they all said it and made a lot of trouble by themselves.

The chief listened to Mrs. Zhang's narration, and he was also melancholy for a while. Especially when it comes to Jiang Xiaochi's resurrection, his eyes are sour, and he has tears in his eyes.

It was rare for someone to talk to Mrs. Zhang, Jiang Xiaochi was idle, and stuffed all the porridge, steamed buns and eggs that Mrs. Zhang had eaten into his stomach.

Although the food at home has been much better these days, rice and white flour are still expensive, especially eggs, and I want to save a few to take out and pay back the money or think about bringing a few to Liu Yun or the doctor in the hospital, and there are still very few people who can really eat into the stomach. I hiccuped with salted radish strips and Jiang Xiaochi.

As for which head is the head on the other side, Mrs. Zhang has her own duty as a farmer, but people didn't say it, and Mrs. Zhang didn't take the initiative to ask.

There are too many fruits sent by the chief's family to eat, and the apples and bananas are divided into two for Mrs. Zhang.

The big apple of Red Fuji is so bright, Mrs. Zhang has never seen it, let alone a banana, and the name is the first time I have heard it.

Jiang Xiaochi had eaten, the fiery red sun on the horizon was still there, but the temperature had dropped a lot, and many patients in hospital gowns walked back and forth under the grape trellis in the hospital.

Jiang Xiaochi looked at the scene downstairs a little distracted, he had been reborn for so long, he was either busy in the space or thinking about how to make money, and it seemed that he had never lived a day in his life.

The chief looked at Jiang Xiaochi with a longing look on his face and smiled kindly: "Don't you come to the city often?" One day when my little grandson's school is on vacation, I will ask him to take you to the city for a walk, the county is not big but there are a few interesting places. ”

Jiang Xiaochi smiled shyly: "Me? I'm not in a hurry, I'm waiting for my milk to be good, I'll take my milk to go shopping, and I have to make up for my milk loss over the years. ”

When Mrs. Zhang heard Jiang Xiaochi say this, she smiled and piled up flowers.

A few people were having a homely sentence for each sentence, and the nurse outside the door pushed the door in and asked, "Which one is Jiang Xiaochi, is there Jiang Xiaochi in this ward?" ”

Jiang Xiaochi's heart "chuckled", and he got up in a daze: "I'm Jiang Xiaochi, what's the matter?" ”

It can't be Mrs. Zhang's surgery, what's the matter, right? But in an instant, Jiang Xiaochi dismissed this doubt, how could it be possible for Mrs. Zhang to be in such good spirits.

Can...... It's not Mrs. Zhang, that's Jiang Dazhuang? Jiang Xiaochi secretly said that it was not good, the eight achievements were him.

Nurse: "If you have a phone call, go to the nurse's station to answer the phone." Since the chief was also in the house, the nurse said this very politely.

Jiang Xiaochi is a little confused, who can call him to find a hospital?

As a last resort, Jiang Xiaochi entrusted Mrs. Zhang to the chief to answer the phone.

"Xiao Chi, I know you are in the county hospital, and it took me several calls to find this, uncle, I have a lot of trouble finding you!" Uncle Niu's excited voice came from the phone.

"Uncle Niu, you have something to do with me, why did you call the hospital?" After receiving a call from Uncle Niu, Jiang Xiaochi was still quite surprised.

Uncle Niu must be talking about himself seriously, not just caring about Mrs. Zhang's condition.

Uncle Niu: "Xiaochi, how is your grandmother doing now, is it convenient for you to come out?" A while ago, you didn't ask me to help look at the house, I inquired about a good place, the front and back of the courtyard are the ground, the transportation is convenient, and the road is out. But people are going out today, maybe when they will come back, and if the matter of the house is uncertain today, maybe it will be the wrong year of the monkey. ”

As soon as he heard about the house, Jiang Xiaochi immediately came to his senses, this is a big deal, and he can't miss it.

"How much money?" No matter how good the house is, it is useless if there is no money. But I can't afford to eat this year, who can buy a house without anything, and the price must not be too expensive.

As soon as Jiang Xiaochi asked about the money, Uncle Niu's tone suddenly became low-key: "People said that the full payment is paid off at one time, and even the house and land are only 200 yuan." Koike, do you have enough money? If you don't have enough uncle, you can make up eighty, and no matter how much uncle can't take it out of his hands! ”

Jiang Xiaochi grinned when he heard this, he had only known each other for a few days, and Uncle Niu opened his mouth and said that he wanted to borrow his own money, but he really didn't treat himself as an outsider. Uncle Niu's monthly salary is only eighteen yuan, and if he can take out eighty at once, he can afford to look at himself.

"Uncle, you forgot that the money for digging the well is still in my hands, I will go back and tell my brothers, I will use the money first, and then I will make up for them when I have the money."

The two hit it off, but Mrs. Zhang couldn't have no one by her side, which stumped Jiang Xiaochi. If you knew this, why bother to drive Song Lao Er back!

Back in the ward, Jiang Xiaochi's expression was a little solemn, and the chief could see it at a glance.

Jiang Xiaochi felt that there was no reason to hide it, so he told the chief how to deliver food to the state-run restaurant, how he took over the work of digging wells in the village, how he had money in his hands, and finally told the chief about his plan to buy a house in the city.

There was a lot of baldness, and Jiang Xiaochi regretted it a little: "Chief, I don't belong to taking advantage of the government's loopholes and violating policies, right?" ”

The more the chief listened, the more excited he became, he really didn't expect that the thin sallow and sallow little girl in front of him would have this ability.

Chief: "No! Not counts! It's all about strength! My grandson bought me siu mai a few days ago, and the old cow specially brought me a shallot, no wonder the taste is so good, and the emotion is your shallot! ”

The more the chief praised, the more modest Jiang Xiaochi became: "If the chief likes it, I will ask my brothers to bring more when they enter the city." ”

Taking advantage of the joy of the chief's chatter with him, Jiang Xiaochi licked his face and perfectly handed over the task of taking care of Mrs. Zhang.

The chief took out a piece of paper, wrote a phone number on it, and wrote a name at the end: Tong Xi.

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