Zhong Qinghe cleaned up all night, tired back pain, leg cramps.

Looking at the various wastes in the half yard, Zhong Qinghe really admired the original owner and Wei Jingyang, and turned his home into a garbage dump.

"Qinghe, in fact, that basin can still be used, that chair can also be used, and that dress ......"

"Okay, Wei Jingyang, listen to me, don't want it, this, this, and this, struggle and throw it away, throw it all away."

Zhong Qinghe unceremoniously interrupted Wei Jingyang's words, and Wei Jingyang, who was interrupted, looked at Zhong Qinghe pitifully, and finally pushed out the wheelbarrow, loaded the things, and pushed them out of the village.

"He really listens to you."

Su Mu stood aside and watched the confrontation between Zhong Qinghe and Wei Jingyang, well, to be precise, Wei Jingyang only suggested a little, and was killed by Zhong Qinghe.

Zhong Qinghe snorted lightly and did not comment on Su Mu's words.

Wei Jingyang is the first person she came to this world to treat her sincerely, she feels that even if she is a newborn bird, she recognizes the animals she sees for the first time as her mother, and the first person who treats her well is the person she Zhong Qinghe has to protect all her life.

As long as it is Wei Jingyang's legitimate demand, Zhong Qinghe will do his best to meet it and give him stability for the rest of his life.

This is family affection, and it has nothing to do with love.

Thinking of this, Zhong Qinghe suddenly remembered that he had felt that Wei Jingyang had a sweetheart, and he had been busy with Shen Bihua's marriage recently, so he let himself be delayed.

Wei Jingyang is also 14 years old this year, according to the marriage customs of this era, it is just right to marry first and get married after two or three years.

So Zhong Qinghe silently arranged Wei Jingyang's sweetheart and marriage on the agenda in his heart.

Just when Zhong Qinghe was secretly calculating, Wei Jingyang took Grandpa Wei San into the courtyard.

"Qinghe, the things at home can still be used, where can I throw them? Loser child, what if there is nothing to use in the future? ”

Before Grandpa Wei San came to him, he educated Zhong Qinghe.

Only then did Zhong Qinghe understand that Wei Jingyang went out to find helpers.

Su Mu was still standing on the side, holding back his laughter.

"Third grandfather, I bought new ones, these are all picked up before, they are all bad and can't be used."

For the old man who has been taking care of the original owner and himself, Zhong Qinghe really can't say tough words, so he can only coax, but when talking to Grandpa Wei San, Zhong Qinghe still glared at Wei Jingyang fiercely.

Wei Jingyang knew that Zhong Qinghe was angry, but he just didn't want to throw away the things that the two of them had worked so hard to pick up.

"If you buy a new one, you can't throw away the old one, even if you can't use it, you have to see if you can use it for other purposes, why can't you live so much? In the future, I will start a family. ”

Starting a family? Grandpa Wei San thought really far.

"Third grandfather, why don't you see what you have at home, and Jingyang and I will help send it to your house, what's the matter?"

Zhong Qinghe really didn't want any of these things.

"I've been a farmer for so many years, and I still lack the things of your two children. I really don't want it, like this table and chair, I dismantled the fire, decorated the pots and cans with soil to raise flowers, planted onions or peppers, and asked your third grandmother to help make the soles of your shoes in shabby clothes. ”

Yes, after listening to Grandpa Wei's arrangement, Zhong Qinghe really has nothing to say, waste utilization, yes, no waste at all.

Listening to Grandpa Wei's words, Wei Jingyang was also very happy, and immediately took an axe and began to chop tables and chairs, and Su Mu also stepped forward to help.

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