After getting off the bus and walking less than 50 meters along the ramp on the right side of the highway, Guo Qingyang saw that inside the half-hidden wooden door, his mother was squatting on the laundry pool at the edge of the courtyard, competing with a dead duck that was still covered with fluff.

"Mom, I'm back!"

Guo's mother raised her head when she heard the voice, her eyes flashed with a strong joy, although she received a call from her son yesterday, saying that she was coming back, but at this moment, when she saw her son who had not been at home for two years suddenly appeared in front of her, she still had a bright smile on her face.

Standing up and patting the water stains on her hands on the bib, Guo's mother was about to step forward to take over the huge backpack that her son was carrying, when her eyes suddenly swept to the long ponytail on his back, and she immediately exploded.

"Why do you have such long hair as a man? Your fourth aunt told me yesterday that she was going to introduce you to a girl, and your head and hair are seen by the girl, so can it be done? ”

Come, come, I know......

Guo Qingyang only felt that his scalp was numb, and the reason why he didn't go home for two years was that he was embarrassed that he didn't find a decent job, and the other reason was that he was afraid of this.

Although Guo's mother is not yet fifty years old, since Guo Qingyang graduated from university, she has been arranging a blind date for him all day long, looking anxious to hold her grandson.

Guo Qingyang walked into the courtyard and changed the topic:

"Mom, you don't know this, my long hair was made by my girlfriend, saying that it looks like an artist."

"You've got a girlfriend, why don't you bring it back for Mom to see?"

Guo's mother's eyes lit up, and her attention was quickly diverted, and she no longer bothered about Guo Qingyang's long hair and blind date, and as for what the artist was, Guo's mother didn't pay attention to it.

"These eight characters have just been skimmed, where is it, besides, she is busy with work, so let's wait for free."

told a lie, you have to continue to tell countless lies to make it round, Guo Qingyang didn't want to dwell on this issue, so he changed the topic again and asked:

"By the way, Mom, where's my dad, what are you busy with?"

"The field was pesticide and wormed...... Hey, no! Tell me about that—"

Guo Qingyang immediately walked a few steps quickly, untied his backpack and threw it on the chair at the door of the hall, and said as he walked out:

"Mom, I'm out for a walk, I haven't been back for a long time."

After finishing speaking, regardless of Guo's mother's shouts, he immediately slipped away.

"I'm a good girl, this middle-aged and elderly woman who is in a hurry to hold her grandson is really terrifying!"

Thinking of his mother's posture just now, Guo Qingyang couldn't help sweating a little on his back, but a big stone that had been hanging in his heart finally landed safely.

It's good, it looks like the mother didn't realize that her son had changed someone, well, no, it should have been a different body.

After leaving the house, he greeted the three uncles and four aunts in the village all the way, and Guo Qingyang walked towards his ancestral house.

The ancestral house of the Guo family is located in the center of the village, due to the inconvenient transportation, there is no one in that area to build a new house, leaving rows of dense old houses resting there, the maintenance can keep up with the appearance, and the long-term uncared for is all collapsed.

The four generations of the old Guo family have been passed down, Guo Qingyang's grandfather used to be one of the few landlords in the village, and the most magnificent old house was built by his grandfather back then.

However, it is precisely because of the identity of the landlord of the grandfather that since he beat Guo Qingyang's grandfather, the family has fallen badly, whether it is Guo Qingyang's grandfather or his father, he has not been able to turn over and has been a poor middle peasant for a lifetime.

Speaking of which, the landlords of these remote mountain villages in those days could only be regarded as rich peasants who were diligent and thrifty, and every piece of their family property was earned by themselves little by little, and there was no way to exploit anyone.

On the contrary, in the mountainous area of western Shonan, which was once rampant with bandits, these so-called landlords are precisely the objects frequented by bandits.

In this context, it is too late for the landlords to unite their clansmen to fight against the bandits, where can they dare to offend these blood-related clansmen?

If you want to say that there are local tyrants and inferior gentry or something, it's not nothing, but Guo Qingyang's grandfather obviously can't reach that level.

Well, a little bit more, let's get down to business.

Guo Qingyang has never lived in the ancestral house, when Guo Dad was young, he bought a stone house near the side of the highway with a large vacant land, but it is the most successful thing Guo Dad has ever done in his life.

At that time, the stone house and the more than one acre of land were all owned by the government, and during the period of going to the mountains and going to the countryside, it was the place where the educated youths from the city lived and lived.

After learning that Qing returned to the city, this place was not cared for at all because there was a cemetery next to it and there were paddy fields around it, and it was finally won by Guo's father at an outrageously low price of 900 soft sister coins.

After many years, when people more and more discovered the importance of convenient transportation and moved their houses to the side of the highway, the new house of the Guo family finally became lively.

On the contrary, the rows of old houses in the center of the village were empty one by one.

In this seriously collapsed old house, the ancestral house of the old Guo family is relatively well preserved, although it looks dilapidated, but the overall building has not been invaded by too many years.

Slightly different from most of the old houses in the village, except for a stone wall on the north side, the rest of the ancestral house is made of thick wooden planks that are finely spliced together, in which six huge load-bearing pillars stand on bluestone the size of a hexagonal millstone, and above it are the beams of the roof.

Guo Qingyang's goal this time is these six load-bearing columns.

After careful inspection, Guo Qingyang showed a smile on his face, and there should be no difficulty in implementing his plan.

After measuring the height of the load-bearing column, Guo Qingyang stepped over the threshold of the hall, waved his hand to the courtyard, and released six yellow rosewood trees about the same size as the load-bearing column.

Holding the end of one of the yellow rosewoods and weighing it, Guo Qingyang felt a little struggling.

"Good fellow, this thing is really heavy! If it were an ordinary person, I was afraid that there would not be six or seven people, and I wouldn't even think about moving it! ”

Taking out a thick long knife belonging to the predecessor from the storage space, Guo Qingyang first cut off a section of the yellow rosewood that exceeded the length of the load-bearing column, leaving only a section of six meters long, and then smeared a handful of floating ash on the section.

Next, Guo Qingyang began his own work of stealing beams and changing columns, until he was tired of sweating, and finally replaced all the load-bearing columns of the ancestral house with six yellow rosewoods.

If it weren't for Guo Qingyang's body with the cultivation of the fourfold peak of body refining, just a pair of arms would have thousands of catties of strength, otherwise he would really not be able to do this job.

After resting for a while and cleaning up all the traces, Guo Qingyang glanced at his masterpiece with satisfaction, followed the road he came, and went home.

In other words, I haven't eaten the stewed duck with dried bamboo shoots made by my mother for two years, and Guo Qingyang's saliva almost flowed out.