After breakfast, I waited until ten o'clock to make an appointment with the excavator.

Song Shi handed a cigarette to the excavator master, lit it and smoked it himself, pointing to the road under his feet, "I mean, it is directly connected to here from my yard, the slope is not large, and it is safer for the car to drive down." As for the width of the road, follow the width of the road. ”

"Yes, yes." The excavator master glanced at the path in front of him, which was only large enough for one person to pass, and took a puff of cigarette, "You have to fill in the soil." ”

"No problem." Song Shi pointed to the vegetable patches on both sides, "This is all mine, you just look at it." ”

"Okay."

The two discussed some details again, and the excavator began to rumble.

Building roads at home is a big deal.

Xu Cuifang had a smile on her face all morning, went to the vegetable field early to pick vegetables, and took out a piece of fresh pork belly from the refrigerator, as well as eggs and the like, planning to have a hearty lunch.

It's like this in the village.

Otherwise, there is no restaurant in the countryside, so you have to waste time driving back to eat or work hungry.

Why bother.

A pair of chopsticks.

Conventional.

She was washing the vegetables when she heard the sound of shuffling footsteps.

Turning his head to look at it, he sighed in his heart.

At the top of the stairs, a big boy with a thin figure was sleepy-eyed and tired, he looked in his twenties, about 1.7 meters, his skin was unhealthy yellow, his cheeks were thin and sunken, his eyes were blue and black that had stayed up all night, his hair was permed, messy, and he was wearing a black medium-length down jacket, which was open to reveal the gray cardigan inside, and a layer of greasy was clearly visible on the collar.

It is Xu Cuifang's youngest son, the family's heartfelt treasure gold and silver eggs, the lifeblood of the old Song family, Song Zidong.

"Up? Noodles in the morning, warm up for you? ”

He refused, "It's noodles every day, and I'm tired of eating." As he spoke, he squeezed the toothpaste and scooped up the water.

Xu Cuifang's face was helpless, "What do you eat if you don't eat noodles in the morning, or will I cook rice balls tomorrow?" "Who doesn't eat like this in the countryside, and it's not in the city, you can rotate buns, steamed buns, porridge, rice noodles, dumplings, and flatbread every day.

Song Zidong listened, exhaled deeply, and went out with a glass of water.

"Hypocrisy! It's good to have ready-made food, and if you have the ability to cook it for me, I promise you won't have any opinions..."

Song Zidong automatically ignored the old mother's broken thoughts.

Cooking or something, impossible, impossible in this life.

If Song Shi knew what he was thinking, he would really laugh, wouldn't he, in the life of the original scum, the two of them had never eaten the food cooked by their baby son until they died.

After Song Zidong finished washing, he went to the house to get a few biscuits and nibble in the yard.

Leisurely.

Look at your phone while gnawing.

Reply from time to time.

After the biscuits were finished, I grabbed the chicken nest, went to the kitchen to boil water and wash it, and used the blow blow to blow out, and then grabbed the car keys and went out.

"I'm out."

didn't wait for Xu Cuifang to answer, and strode away.

Xu Cuifang was still cutting meat, and hurriedly put down the kitchen knife and chased it out, "It's time for lunch soon..."

It's a pity that the people have run away.

Soon, I heard the sound of a car starting from behind the house.

She pursed her lips and went back to the kitchen with her breath in her heart.

It's so out of tune, thinking about playing all day long, no wonder the brothers have a partner, and you're still a single dog.

Angry and aggrieved.

The three children are all unconscious, and they are all well-behaved and sensible when they were young.

Lifting the water bottle, it was fluttering, and quickly filled the kettle to boil.

The master of the human excavator worked hard all morning, but he didn't get a water to drink, so it was embarrassing.

The Song family built roads, and there were many onlookers.

Some are envious, some are borrowed, and some are purely lively.

A group of people stood leisurely on the side of the road, smoking and bragging.

"How much does an excavator cost a day?"

"Eight hundred."

"Ouch, it's a bit expensive."

"What's the way, it's going to be the New Year soon."

"Your road is a bit long, I guess I won't be able to finish it in a day."

"Almost, as long as it is roughly filled, and the rest is trimmed with a hoe, then it will be a matter for Murakami."

"Your road is too cost-effective, blood earns."

"That is, if you spend money to repair it yourself, at least this amount."

"So you should also hurry up and plan, if you don't take advantage of it, maybe there won't be such a good thing next year."

"My family doesn't think it will be able to do it this year."

"My family doesn't work out, well, that family won't change land, and I don't want to sell it."

"You also take it for granted, how to sell people's homesteads."

...

......

The excavator didn't finish digging until six o'clock in the afternoon.

What was originally a winding path was more than three meters wide, and the trees on both sides were also uprooted, not to mention how bright it was.

The driver refused to be left by the host's family and walked away in the night.

Old man Song hunched his waist in the courtyard and sighed, and his self-made crutches slammed on the concrete floor one by one, it was time to treat the ground as an unworthy descendant who was disobedient and destroyed the foundation of his ancestors.

"Iniquity, iniquity, will always regret..."

Xu Cuifang walked to the hall with a vegetable plate, and when she heard his words, she immediately sneered, "You have done vicious things all your life and have not been accepted by God, and if I don't believe it, I will be thundered by the sky when I build a road!" ”

Naturally, she didn't get a response.

When the old man Song was young, he was deaf and clear-eyed, and when he was old, he also suffered from the common disease of most elderly people, the back of his ears.

But the back of his ear is a little different.

Sometimes it's good and sometimes it's bad.

If you can't hear any unpleasant words, you can't hear them, and you only deserve a blank look when you shout at him in your ear. As for other words, it depends on his mood.

"It's eaten, it's eaten." Song Shi came out with chopsticks, pursuing the attitude of turning a blind eye and thin mud to the slag, turning a deaf ear to the daily mutual affection between his wife and father.

It's just an addiction.

I can't fight again.

Xu Cuifang looked unhappy.

Old man Song walked in with a trembling face and sat down.

Nothing happened overnight.

Song Zidong came back the next morning.

His eyes were blank, his shoulders were slumped, and he exuded an unpleasant smell mixed with the smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and feet, and his whole body was more haggard and depressed than yesterday.

Xu Cuifang was startled, and hurriedly grabbed him, "What are you doing here?" Have you eaten? ”

If it weren't for her son, she would have thought it was called Hanako somewhere.

"Didn't you say that? Watch them play mahjong. Song Zidong replied impatiently, walked to the staircase and changed into slippers, "I'll go upstairs." ”

"Did you have breakfast?"

"I don't eat it."

I went upstairs and went back to my room, slammed the door, threw my clothes on the floor, kicked off my shoes, and fell asleep with my head covered with a quilt.

There was a teacup on the bedside table next to it, where a lot of soot had been dropped, and the tea in it was drunk to the bottom, leaving only a pile of dead tea leaves, and the ashtray was full of cigarette butts, and the wooden cabinet was also blackened by a dozen or so burnt marks.

Ten minutes later, Xu Cuifang pushed the door in with a bowl of noodles.

"I cooked you a bowl of noodles, you eat and then go to sleep." Put the bowl on the table, saw the sloppiness of the bedside floor, frowned, and couldn't help but speak, "You still have to put it away in the house where you sleep by yourself, I've told you many times, take out the cigarettes you smoke when they are full, and you don't bother to throw them away when you put the garbage can next to you, and it's a smell when you enter the house, so which girl can stand it, young people still love to be clean, and they look comfortable——"

"I know, I know! You're not annoyed! Okay, I'll take it later! Song Zidong was irritable.

Belly slander, that's because you look uncomfortable, anyway, I'm pretty comfortable lying down.

But he knew that if he didn't say anything perfunctory, his mother didn't know how long it would take.

After drinking wine and playing mahjong all night, his head was already dizzy and painful, and he couldn't live anymore when he listened to this tight spell.

Cover your head with the quilt.

A posture of refusing to communicate without paying attention to labor and labor and not wanting to hear anything.

Xu Cuifang stared, so angry that she couldn't do it, "Remember to eat the noodles." ”

“... Well. ”

Close the door gently.

She stood in the corridor, looking at the clear blue sky, the sun was shining, the air was fresh, and the years were quiet... Quiet fart!

The old man is a difficult stumbling block,

Men are selfish, arrogant, vain, foolish,

The eldest daughter is a strong bone,

The second daughter is a dead brain,

The youngest son, obviously, is a sloppy Dioss slacker.

Just ask, can you not be anxious?

Alas!