talked to Zhang Yongcheng, and regardless of whether he listened or not, Wu Yuan raised his feet and left.

As a result, Zhang Yan ran over and said, "Master, what farm work did you not do at home?" I'm going to help you do it, you're such a big boss, and you personally carry a shovel to the ground, it's not suitable. ”

Wu Yuan smiled and said: "I just went to sweep the tomb, not any farm work." ”

Zhang Yan immediately realized: "Then I can't replace it, I'll go back to work." ”

"Go ahead."

Leaving the construction site of the village-run primary school, Wu Yuan walked leisurely to the place where the old man and the old lady were buried.

Originally, it was a wheat field, but in the summer, it would be changed to soybeans because it was not easy to get water, but now it has all been shoveled and returned to the field to plant mulberry.

It's just that the mulberry tree is only half planted, and it's quite far from the grave.

In fact, there are not many weeds in the field that is already a wheat field, and even the original wheat seedlings have been shoveled, which makes it even more bare.

Only occasionally a handful or two of wheat seedlings are buried in the soil, still strong and diagonally emerging from the side, showing tenacious vitality.

But, this is also in vain.

Because the next moment, they were picked up by Wu Yuan with a shovel and directly raised.

After turning around like this, Wu Yuan felt that there was a lot of movement, and it may have disturbed the ancestors who were sleeping underground.

So he stuck the shovel into the ground, stood in the place where he usually came to burn paper, and began to chanter: "Ancestors, grandfather, grandmother, father, mother, I have come to the grave for you." ”

"By the way, I want to make your place a little better and more beautiful, but I don't know what your ancestors liked. In this way, why don't you discuss it, discuss it, give me a dream, and I can have a charter......"

The spring breeze was sick, taking away Wu Yuan's broken thoughts.

I don't know if the ancestors of the old Wu family heard it.

But Wu Yuan was almost done, so he carried a shovel from the west end of the ground to the ridge, and then walked forward.

This led to the road to the west of the village.

As a result, as he walked, he ran into Zhang Laosi carrying a shovel and hitting the south.

This is unavoidable, and it will naturally be encountered.

Since the matter of changing the land has been handed over to the old man to deal with it with all his powers, Wu Yuan does not plan to participate directly, and he will nod to Zhang Laosi and say hello to finish the matter.

However, unexpectedly, Zhang Laosi took the initiative to take out a cigarette and said, "Boss Wu, I heard that you want to exchange that land with my family?" ”

It seems that the old branch secretary has already mentioned this matter to him.

Wu Yuan generously admitted: "That's right, I plan to repair it briefly, and ask the fourth brother to be accommodating." ”

The brothers were called, and Wu Yuan thought that his attitude was in place.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Laosi said with a constipated face: "Accommodating is accommodating, but the land of the old branch secretary's house is not as good as my family's." ”

Wu Yuan asked bluntly, "Then you have a crush on that piece of land?" ”

Zhang Laosi begged for a clever and said: "My family has taken a fancy to your piece of land." ”

refers to the land in Wu Yuan's house, on the north bank of the village road, next to the canal.

In fact, it is no wonder that Zhang Laosi fell in love with his own piece of land.

A few years ago, when the third sister Wu Xiuhua came to help plant, there was no shortage of fertilizer, and the soil was definitely enough fertilizer.

So much so that anyone who passes by their own wheat field can't help but give a thumbs up and praise: "This land is really good." ”

But then again, the land of the father-in-law's family is not much different in nature.

However, since Zhang Laosi mentioned it, Wu Yuan didn't bother to grind with him, and said directly: "You can just like it, I'll go tell my father." ”

Originally, if Zhang Laosi had responded to his father-in-law's words, Wu Yuan would still be able to accept his favor, and he would not be allowed to make up for it elsewhere in the future.

Now that he wants his own 'good land' by name, the favor is gone.

If you change it, you change it.

So separated from Zhang Laosi, Wu Yuan walked to the west of the village, and when he turned the corner, he saw the old man standing at the entrance of the village department.

Gossip with Old Xu Tou and Accountant Li.

Wu Yuan told his father-in-law about Zhang Laosi, and the old branch secretary jumped to his feet when he heard it, and scolded him.

"Dad, no, no, no."

Wu Yuan hurriedly stopped, and even took Lao Xu Tou to persuade him: "Don't be angry, what kind of person is Zhang Laosi, you should have known it in your heart." ”

Accountant Li even changed the topic and said: "This is a trivial matter, seeing that it is almost noon, you want to see your son, hurry up." ”

The custom of Beigang is that when you go to the hospital to visit a patient, you must go there in the morning.

Before twelve o'clock at noon, to be exact.

The same is true for my own family.

Wu Yuan also urged: "Then hurry up, Dad, I'll let the Ming Dynasty send you there." ”

The old branch secretary's face was very unbearable, and he was pushed away with his hands behind his back, but he said stiffly: "The one who is not angry, I don't bother to look at him." It's not your mother, who made a pot of chicken soup, so I have to send it. ”

"Yes, yes, I'll bother you to run away."

Wu Yuan comforted the old man and said to the old man: "Uncle Xu, you help me shout in the loudspeaker and ask the Ming Dynasty to drive to my house quickly." ”

Lao Xu raised his hand: "Don't worry, I'll go in and shout." ”

Accompanying her father-in-law back to her small building, Liu Hui had already stewed the chicken soup and was simmering on the gas stove.

Seeing the old man coming, he kept chattering: "Why did you come?" It's time for a while. ”

It's also noon.

So Wu Yuan explained: "Don't worry, Mom, I'll let Ming Dynasty come and send my father." ”

Liu Hui glanced at her father-in-law, and the corners of her mouth lifted tacitly.

A dead old man, he still wants to sneak around.

It's really going back more and more, and the eyes of my heart are getting smaller and smaller.

After a while, Ma Ming arrived in a silver Santana, silently at the door, holding a duster and dusting the plaster from the body.

The old branch secretary held a thermos bucket, followed suit, and came out with an awkward face.

Ma Mingming immediately reacted and said, "The old branch secretary is planning to see Mengzi, right?" ”

As a result, he saw Wu Yuan waving his hand at him behind his back, so he hurriedly retracted and said, "Look at my mouth!" Old branch secretary, you get in the car, I will drive slower to ensure that the soup will not be spilled. ”

The silver Santana drove on a cobblestone road in the countryside.

Keeping the soup from spilling is not only a high requirement for driving skills, but also a clear understanding of road conditions.

Fortunately, on this road, Ma Ming has already run I don't know how many times.

He knew exactly where there were pits and where there were big stones.

However, what gave him a headache was not whether the car drove well or not, but that he didn't know what to talk about along the way with the old branch secretary.

It's really a couple of words before getting in the car, and it's a bit of a suspicion of talking to death.

Until the old branch secretary took the lead in breaking the deadlock and said: "Ming Dynasty, when you were soldiers, there should have been a lot of injuries and fractures, right?" ”

Ma Mingming immediately realized: "It's too commonplace." For example, those who only wear plaster like Mengzi are considered the lightest. There are many serious ones who have been hit with steel nails and even undergone major surgery. ”

"Will that affect your life in the future?"

"It depends on the specific situation, Mengzi, it basically doesn't matter."

(End of chapter)