In addition to worrying about his three children, his father is more concerned about the land in his hometown of Mushroom Tun'er and the villagers living there.

Most of the old people that my father was familiar with are gone, and even those who are alive are already old and dizzy, and they have nothing to do. They also missed their father in the retreat, but they were all old, and they had more than enough to do. They can only talk about their nostalgia for their father, they miss the years when they went into the city, came to their father's house, ate meat and drank wine, and how beautiful the days were when they left the city and wore the military uniform that their father gave them, and the sewing machine. My father's folks are nostalgic for those good days.

Now it was their children's turn to frequent their father's house. When the young man was looking for his father, he was to be a soldier, and now some of them have stayed in the army, and some have been demobilized and returned to their hometowns. The juniors, they came to the city in groups of three or five, calling friends. Now there is no temptation for them to be a soldier, they all know that they have been a soldier for three or two years and then go back, what they used to do, not to mention the delay, they can't even get a wife. The cadres of the army all had to go to military schools, and they knew that they were not going to military schools, so they simply didn't think about anything and simply gave up the idea of becoming soldiers.

Now they are coming to their father in droves, and they are looking for a job in the city. The land has long been contracted, and it doesn't take much labor to farm the land, guarding those lands, there is food and no flowers, they are not satisfied, they have to go to the city to work, buy TVs, build houses, and their fantasies about the future are beautiful and brilliant.

The father was no stranger to these young offspring, but they were in groups, squatting or standing in the living room, smoking their own cigarettes and spitting loudly. My father didn't say anything, as if he had returned to Mushroom Tun'er, standing under the big willow tree in the village, and at that moment, my father felt that he was a famous village cadre. He walked up and down in front of these juniors with his hands behind his back, and he was happy to look at these strong laborers in front of him.

The eyes of the descendants were as wide as freshly steamed bean buns, and they looked at their fathers with hope and affection. My father started to make phone calls, and my father had a lot of connections in this city, old superiors, old subordinates, secretaries, etc., and many people served as this and that chief in this city. My father rushed to the phone and said: Director Wang, I am Lao Shi, there is a matter, my hometown, a few children have come, the farmers are idle, I want to get a few spare money in the city, and you will arrange a few for the construction site.

My father also said: Director Hu, there is such a thing, so what......

Father's eyes walked away, and another stubble came. He was like a village chief who sent labor, sending out the strong labor in front of him one by one.

This was the beginning of the scene, and then the situation changed, and these people were no longer satisfied with working to earn money, but made a lot of money. At that time, the restaurants in the city were all interested in eating game, mountain delicacies or something, and the mushroom Tun'er group of old and young people had to find their father for this matter. They pooled together the money they earned from selling grain and the money they earned from part-time jobs, and they wrapped their bags in newspapers and came to their father. They want to go to the city to open a restaurant, and bring mushrooms, pheasants, and vermicelli from Mushroom Tun'er to the city, so that the people in the city can eat something fresh.

This stumped my father. My father knew that opening a restaurant was no better than working part-time, what people wanted was strength, and what they wanted to open a restaurant was efficiency, that is, no matter how familiar the relationship between the leader and his father was, it was impossible to let the people of Mushroom Tun'er open a well-run restaurant. My father called, and after contacting him twice, he hit a nail. The father looked blankly at the next few descendants in front of him.

These descendants didn't know the depths, they all looked like they were all gearing up, they opened the newspaper, let the mess of money be exposed, and said in a loud voice: Uncle Shi, what's the matter, we have money, and it's not that we don't have money, why is this thing still inappropriate?

Another person said: Uncle Shi, everyone in your hometown knows you, and you have laid down all the rivers and mountains in this city, what's the matter? It's not good to talk about retirement?

As soon as the descendants were like this, my father hit his head with blood, and he patted his head and suddenly remembered something. There is a row of façade rooms outside the dry rest house, and the leaders of the dry rest house studied the matter of leasing a few days ago, but then there was no follow-up. Father wasn't interested in any of this, and he didn't ask. Now my father remembered the row of storefronts, patted his head, picked up the money in the newspaper and went out.

He found the director, spread the pile of money in front of the director and said: Xiao Zhang, let's do it, the room outside the wall belongs to my old stone, this is the rent.

Director Zhang wanted to say something, but his father waved his hand impatiently and said, "I know what you want to say, what you want to study." I think you are well fed, and this is like a war, and if you are studied again, you will be taken prisoner, so it is decided. That's all there is to it, if it is not enough to deduct it from my salary.

Without waiting for Director Zhang to speak, his father walked out as soon as he turned around, and immediately took the descendants on a field trip, and the results were satisfactory.

Within a few days, a sign was hung up, which read: Mushroom Tun Restaurant. On the day of the opening, a few firecrackers were also set off, and it was very lively.

The restaurant opened, and the mushrooms, vermicelli, pheasants and other things from Mushroom Tun'er were also delivered, because the geographical location of Ganxiu was not ideal, and there were not many people who came to eat. Those juniors spent most of their time idle, holding their hands on the window of the restaurant, looking at the people coming and going on the street, wondering: Why don't these people go into the restaurant to eat? The stomachs of the people in the city are pure with oil and water? They really wanted to go out on the street and pull people in, and they were in a hurry to wander around the restaurant. As a result, they went to find their father. My father didn't recruit either. He was so anxious that he walked around the living room, and then his father said, "Well, I'll go and mobilize the people in the retreat center and let them come to your place for dinner."

Then my father began to go door-to-door, upstairs and downstairs in the dry rest house. In the past, my father didn't visit the house, who lived in which building? Which door? He didn't match the number at all. This time, he went to Director Zhang and asked for a roster, took the roster, and went door to door.

As soon as he entered the house, he said straight to the point: Lao Wang, now that life is good, don't eat at home, go to the mushroom tun restaurant to eat, the food there is fragrant, but make it, go, ah.

He said again: Lao Li, what are you busy with, you see that you are smoky and burning, and you can eat in the restaurant.

He also said: Xiao Pu, your family is not bad for those two children, improve and improve, when is it, you still cook. Go to the next restaurant, go down to the restaurant......

My father not only mobilized others, but also took the lead in eating it himself. Before he went, he wanted to take his mother to eat with him, but his mother did not agree, so he went to eat by himself. He ordered a large bowl of chicken stewed with mushrooms and stewed tofu. He hadn't eaten hometown food for a long time, he really liked to eat, he ate sweaty, and he was satisfied. Originally, the meal was twenty yuan, but he insisted on stuffing it into others for thirty yuan.

When my father tasted the food of his hometown, he never forgot it. He had to take his mother to eat a meal, but his mother ignored him and said that the food in his father's hometown was like pig food, which made his father very sad. Then my father came up with an idea, and he finally came up with an idea, which was that one weekend night, my father said to his mother: I want to have a treat.

Then the mother opened her eyes wide and said, "Who are you going to invite?"

After speaking, he touched his father's head to see if he had a fever.

The father said solemnly: I don't have a fever, I want to treat the children to a meal.

Mother finally understood that her father not only wanted to invite Jing and Hai, but also Gao Yang and Yang Huahua. This proposal of the father was greatly praised by the mother. The mother has long been sad about the current situation of her children, the home is not like home, and the child is not like a child. If the children have the opportunity to sit together, no matter what they eat, as long as the family sits together, the mother is satisfied.

Then the mother began to call, and after calling Jing, she called Hai again. Hai is now in love with Yang Huahua, he put his self-esteem and struggle aside, he went all out and fell in love wholeheartedly. Because of his love, his relationship with his family has eased a lot. Before that, he also led Yang Huahua to the house, and his father and mother called him. After the sea left, my mother was happy for several days.

This time, as soon as my mother said on the phone that it was about my father's treat, Hai happily agreed. The family sat together again, of course at the Mushroom Tun Restaurant. When the family faces a table full of large plates and bowls of hometown dishes, they say that they are delicious while eating. The more the father listened, the more excited he became, unbuttoned his clothes, rolled up his sleeves, asked for a bottle of "sorghum roast" from his hometown, poured a big bowl himself, and poured some for each child, and the mother also came a little happily. To be honest, my mother disliked the smell of alcohol the most.

The father held up the cup and said thoughtfully: "My hometown is so good, you have all grown up, what is your hometown like, you have not seen it, you should go back and see it."

Jing understood her father very well, and raised her glass and said: Dad, I'm busy now, and when this time is over, I will go to my hometown with Gao Yang to have a look.

Gao Yang also said: Uncle Shi, don't worry, I will definitely take you with me next time.

This sentence went to my father's heart. For so many years, he has always wanted to go back to his hometown, but when he is older, he can't go back alone. If the children don't accompany him, he can only dream. The happy father clinked glasses with Gao Yang again and again, and drank and drank high.

This time, the father didn't talk about his hometown, but about this restaurant, and said to the children like an order: You will eat here twice a week in the future. Hometown is so wow, you can't forget your roots.

As he drank and ate, his father cried and looked like a mess. Everyone didn't know what was wrong with my father.

When checking out, Jing and Hai rushed to settle the bill, and finally their father waved his hand to settle the bill, and he didn't want any odds.

Since then, my father has become a frequent customer of the Mushroom Tun Restaurant, causing my mother to quarrel with my father twice a day.