There are several times.

He wanted to say if he could change it to number seven, but the words came to his lips and swallowed back.

It's not something like this that he can intervene in.

Wang Yuying didn't say anything, if he wanted to interject rashly, he would definitely be said to be uneducated.

Yang Jun glanced back at Yi Qiushui.

Her mouth was pouting, her cheeks were bulging, and she obviously knew that she was going to stay in this ravine for more than ten days.

Men are fine, especially women are even more inconvenient when they go out.

And Yi Qiushui has been pampered since he was a child and has not suffered much, Yang Jun is really worried about whether he can persevere.

Yang Jun smiled apologetically and gave her a look of "love can't help".

Then, he felt a pain in his lower back.

Yi Qiushui protested to him.

……

Rural help is not a meal, only on the day of burial.

Of course, it's not that I don't want to take care of food, but I really don't have any food to spare.

When everyone was done, they went back to their homes to eat, but they also had to express their hearts, and the people of the main family either scattered a cigarette or said something grateful.

Wang Yuying and Qin Xiuzhi, as the daughters-in-law of the Yang family, stood at the door and kept thanking the villagers.

When it was approaching evening, the people in the yard were clean, Qin Xiuzhi took her daughter-in-law Zhao Hongmei to cook in the cave next door, and Wang Yuying and Yangmei helped knead the dough.

Yang Jun's father Yang Gui is gone, he can only stand in front of the spirit instead of his father, others can go to the courtyard to rest, only he and Yang Dong can't go in and out at will, even if something goes out, one person must be left to guard the spirit.

Yang Jun pulled out a cigarette and threw it to his second uncle Yang Dong, and the two chatted without a word.

After a while, Yang Anbang also joined in.

Yang Jun could see that Yang Anbang was not good at talking, he was an introvert, and his younger brother Yang Anguo had the opposite personality.

Maybe it's because of introversion, he blushed without saying a word, and Yang Dong saw that Yang Dong was picking his nose and eyes at him, and kept reprimanding him.

Yang Jun knew that when a person was taught a lesson by his own Lao Tzu, it was very shameless to have outsiders present, so he left the mourning hall under the pretext of having a sore leg.

Looking at the busy figure of the woman in the cave, he couldn't help much.

So, he called Liu Zhi out.

The two went out of the courtyard gate, came to the roof of the back cliff, took out a cigarette and squatted on it to chat.

Liu Zhi has been in a trance these days, because his sister Liu Lan is busy with things, and he doesn't seem to be interested in anything.

"Your sister's affairs are directly responsible for the above, I can't help, and I can't help, her affairs involve the drawings of the military factory, you should know how deep the water is, let alone me, even people who are ten times more powerful than me dare not interfere."

Yang Jun exhaled a puff of smoke and said lightly: "You don't have to work blindly, rest assured that the news is what it should be."

Liu Zhi took a puff of cigarette and frowned deeply.

"Brother, I know how deep the water is here, and I haven't looked around for someone to intercede, besides, who can I find if I'm like this? My parents urged me to inquire every day, and I was forced to run around because I had no choice."

After Liu Zhi finished speaking, he threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, sat on the ground, buried his head in his legs, and grabbed his hair with both hands.

Anyway, no matter how unbearable Liu Lan is, it is also his own sister, and it is reasonable to worry about her.

Yang Jun knows that at this time, no matter how much you persuade it, it is useless, and this matter needs time to heal.

He patted Liu Zhi on the shoulder and said nothing.

left the leftover half pack of cigarettes to Liu Zhi, and then went down the cliff.

……

It didn't take long to come over.

Qin Xiuzhi stood in the courtyard and called everyone to eat in a loud voice.

There weren't so many people sitting on the kang in the house, so a long table was set up in the courtyard.

Yang Jun looked at the food and took a look

The son has no appetite.

The dish is black pickles pickled in radish tassels, perhaps to take care of Yang Jun's family, the second mother also fried the bacon stored in winter, looking at the maximum two pieces of meat on each plate, no one was embarrassed to clip it.

At that time, Yang Laosi wanted to go to pick bacon, but was stopped by Wang Yuying.

Rice, not to mention, black buns, look at it and lose your appetite.

This steamed bun is a mixture of black beans and sorghum noodles, and the taste is very poor, and it is even more difficult to swallow than the wowotou made of stick noodles.

Look at this steamed bun.

Yang Jun suddenly thought of the ordinary world, Sun Shaoping ate this kind of steamed bun when he was in high school.

At that time, everyone divided the steamed buns into three grades, the white-flour steamed buns were called white people, the corn steamed buns were jokingly called yellow people, and black and thick steamed buns like this were jokingly called black people.

Yang Jun took a bite, it was not so hard, but it was a little bitter in his mouth, but fortunately, the sorghum noodles were sweet, so he paid attention to eating.

Yang Jun glanced at Yi Qiushui specifically.

She kept gesturing with the black bun, bringing it to her mouth several times and putting it down, as if she was looking for a breakthrough.

But in the end, she still didn't eat.

I drank only one bowl of porridge with wild vegetables.

As for Wang Yuying, they seem to have become accustomed to this kind of eating.

Before Yang *** came back, their family only had 24 catties of bayberry rations, which was not enough to eat, and they would also replace the rations with sorghum noodles, like corn buns, which were not bad.

The only picky thing is Yang Huai, this kid, in the past few months, Yang Jun has spoiled him, every meal is either white-flour steamed buns or big meat buns, and he usually has constant snacks, and he can't swallow this kind of coarse grain at all.

Fortunately, the second mother picked out a few pieces of bacon on the plate for him to eat, so he didn't make a fuss.

After eating, Yang Jun and Yi Qiushui returned to the mourning hall and replaced Yang Dong for dinner.

"The food doesn't fit in the mouth?"

Yang Jun took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, tore the packaging on it, took out one, lit it on the fire in the ash basin, and took a beautiful puff.

"Aren't you used to eating too?" Yi Qiushui rubbed his stomach and said coquettishly.

Yang Jun looked at Yi Qiushui distressedly, and pinched her cheeks pamperingly.

"Hold on, I'll go to town tomorrow and buy you something to eat."

"Okay." Yi Qiushui said pitifully.

Yang Jun leaned against the wall, smoking a cigarette, thinking about his plans for the next few days.

In the past ten days, he has to eat and live in the mourning hall, and the food is easy to solve, and there are all kinds of delicacies in his space, but he has to find a place where no one can take it out.

If you live, you don't have to think about it, you can only sleep in the mourning hall to keep the spirit.

The most difficult thing is to go to the toilet, he doesn't dare to compliment the kind of dry toilet in the countryside, so he can only stay away, but fortunately this is a rural area, and it can be solved by casually getting into the woods and grass.

Thinking about it, he felt that something was wrong.

At the end of the day, I haven't seen my grandfather.

It stands to reason that Yang Jun's family finally came to visit, and grandpa should come out to meet, but he hasn't seen anyone for a whole day.

"Anguo, grandpa, why didn't I see him?"

Yang Jun turned around and asked.

Yang Anguo's dialect circle was red, and he pointed to the northwest direction,

"By the river."

"By the river?" Yang Jun was stunned, feeling wrong, and hurriedly called An Guo to walk out.

At this time, the sky was already blurry and dark, and the lights of each house were turned on, and Yang Jun saw that his grandfather had not come back at this time, and he was worried that something would happen to him.

So he went out of the courtyard gate, followed Xiaolu with Yang Anguo, and came to a small river at the entrance of the village.

From a distance, this small river is like a jade belt across the earth, and the sound of water hitting the reef shore can be faintly heard.

On the edge of the creek, a tall, old man had his back to them.

He held a dry tobacco pot in his hand, and the tobacco in the smoke pot flickered in the dark night.

"Grandpa?"

Yang Anguo tried to scream.

"Hungry...... It's Anguo."

The old man looked back and saw Yang Anguo, a smile flashed on his wrinkled face.

"Grandpa, you've been sitting for a day, come home with me for dinner."

Yang Anguo squatted beside him and said.

The old man ignored Yang Anguo, but focused on Yang Jun, who came with Yang Anguo.

"You...... You're a soldier, aren't you?"

"Grandpa, it's me, I'm a soldier, I'll take you home for dinner."

Yang Jun hurriedly squatted down, held the old man's hand and said.

He could clearly feel that the old man's hands were shaking with excitement.

Yang Jun glanced at the cigarette pack on the cigarette gun.

The cigarette pack was deflated, it had been smoked, and there was a stall of cigarette ash on the ground.

He could understand the old man's feelings.

If you want to talk about the death of grandma, who is the saddest must be grandpa.

As the saying goes, less husband and wife come old companions.

My wife is gone, there will be no one to talk to in the future, and there will be no one to tell me what kind of pain I have in my heart in the future, and I will live alone in this world.

"Okay, well, my descendants of the Yang family have a future."

The old man held Yang Jun's hand and said excitedly.

"Let's go home and eat."

The old man thrust the cigarette gun into his waist and stood up tremblingly.

It may be that he has been sitting for a long time, and the blood in his legs and feet is not circulating, and he almost fell.

Yang Jun hurriedly helped him, then went to the front, turned around and said, "Grandpa, grandson carries you home."

When the old man heard this, a look of relief flashed in his eyes, and he kept nodding his head and said,

"Okay, let my eldest grandson carry it home today."

After the old man finished speaking, with the help of Yang Anguo, he lay on Yang Jun's back.

Yang Jun put his hands behind his back, hugged his push, and worked hard together, directly carrying it.

It stands to reason that the old man doesn't weigh much, but he feels particularly struggling.

In fact, he knew in his heart that the old man was not heavy, but his clothes.

This old man is different from young people, he is not frost-resistant, and the feudal ideology exists in his bones, so he is afraid that he will suddenly close his eyes one day, so he puts all his clothes on his body.

He had once seen an old man who wore twelve clothes on his upper body, with a padded jacket on the outside, a long-sleeved gown on the inside, a waistcoat, and even several shirts worn in the summer.

Grandpa's name is Yang Wenhou, Wencai's Wencai, loyal and thick, people are as his name suggests, in addition to Wencai's almost meaning, he is a genuine loyal person, he has never blushed with people in his life, even if you point to him and scold, he is just smiling, he is a famous honest man in the village, and he also has a high prestige in everyone's hearts.

After returning home, Qin Xiuzhi specially made a bowl of noodles for the old man, and there was an egg lying on it.

After a few bites, the old man called his grandchildren over and gave them the eggs, and each of them picked a few chopsticks and noodles in their mouths.