After the initial contact with Factory 703 was completed, Zhang Xingyang originally planned to return to the research institute.

But Liang Yi reminded him of one thing, his hometown is nearby, do you want to go home and have a look.

Zhang Xingyang's mother has been living alone in her hometown since his father's death.

Zhang Xingyang's hometown is in Qingjiang Town, not far from southern Hunan, only a few dozen kilometers away.

"Uncle Liang, should we go back and buy something?"

Zhang Xingyang asked a little apprehensively.

It is no wonder that Zhang Xingyang is nervous, after all, in the 22nd century, the social and family structures have undergone great changes.

The traditional parenting of children has been replaced by comprehensive socialized upbringing.

Zhang Xingyang has no concept of parents since he was a child, and he doesn't know how to get along with his mother, who has never been masked.

Liang Yi was a little surprised, although he hadn't gone home for nearly a year, Zhang Xingyang shouldn't have been so timid about his hometown.

"It's okay to buy something." Liang Yi thought for a moment and said.

Although food stamps and meat stamps have been abolished in recent years, even if you can eat enough in the countryside, you often don't have any oil and water in your stomach.

The two came to the butcher shop stall in Qingjiang Town, but found that there was a long queue of people here.

Although he was helpless, Zhang Xingyang could only start queuing up with Liang Yi.

"Two pounds of pork belly!"

After queuing for nearly half an hour, it was finally his turn Zhang Xingyang and said happily.

Liang Yi added in the next second: "Another five catties of big fat." ”

Zhang Xingyang was a little confused, but he really didn't understand this knowledge, so he still listened to Uncle Liang.

"Twenty-six dollars." The butcher shop owner with a meaty face chopped off two pieces of meat, pocketed them in a plastic bag, and said.

Zhang Xingyang didn't bargain, and happily took out thirty yuan from his pocket and handed it to the other party.

Holding the four-yuan change steel hammer recalled by the butcher shop owner, Zhang Xingyang said:

"Uncle Liang, the meat here is quite cheap!"

Liang Yi didn't think much about it, after all, in his eyes, Zhang Xingyang had just come out of the ivory tower of the university, and it was normal not to know this.

So he replied casually: "It's not as cheap as our research institute, we have a state financial subsidy." ”

Zhang Xingyang's hometown is in a small village under Qingjiang Town, Zhangzhuang.

As soon as I walked into the village, the rural scene of the 90s came to my face.

Many of the houses are still low bungalows, and the green bricks and green tiles look good from afar.

But if you look closer, you can see that the brick walls are half-decayed and the roof is broken.

Many roofs are covered with translucent plastic film to keep out the rain.

It had just rained two days before, and the dirt roads in the village were full of mud and puddles.

Zhang Xingyang's leather shoes, which were originally polished, are now covered with mud.

Although the conditions are relatively hard, Zhang Xingyang saw that everyone was busy with hard work.

Pushing open his fence gate, Zhang Xingyang shouted a little nervously:

"Mom! I'm back! ”

A middle-aged woman with white hair walked out of the kitchen next to the courtyard:

"Xingyang is back."

After seeing his mother, Zhang Xingyang's nerves, which had been tense, suddenly relaxed.

grinned: "Mom, I'll go to Shonan on a business trip, and I'll come back to see you on the way." ”

Chen Lanmei said with some complaints: "Work hard when you are out of tolerance, don't delay the business!" ”

Zhang Xingyang was naturally able to hear his mother's love for him, smiled and said:

"I'm almost too busy with work before I came back."

After receiving several catties of pork handed over by her son, Chen Lanmei looked at Liang Yi, who had been standing behind Zhang Xingyang, and said:

"Lao Liang, Xingyang, this kid is still young, and he has a lot of work matters, and I hope you can help him more."

Liang Yi nodded, and then said awkwardly:

"Sister Chen, Xingyang is much more powerful than you said, we came to Shonan this time to talk about cooperation with the new materials he has just developed."

Hearing someone praise her son, Chen Lanmei, as a mother, was naturally very happy, so she took her son's hand and said:

"Don't stand outside, come in, you're tired all the way, I'll make you braised pork to eat!"

Chen Lanmei was cleaning the pork while watching Zhang Xingyang busy in front of the fire.

Zhang Xingyang found that even though he was the youngest academician scientist in the twenty-second century, he couldn't make a small earthen stove!

Why can't the fire be lit, Zhang Xingyang's mind is constantly circling the gas model of the stove and firewood.

Chen Lanmei looked busy in front of the stove, but the fire never rose, smiled and said:

"Lao Liang, Xingyang is not as powerful as you say, you see that he still can't even raise the stove!"

Liang Yi laughed when he heard this, and said:

"Xingyang can calculate the gas flow of the full-flow refueling cycle engine, but it can't raise a fire, who can believe it."

Zhang Xingyang, as an old man with a psychological age of more than thirty years old, also felt a little unbearable on his face at this time.

Some dissatisfied said: "Mom! ”

Chen Lanmei did not continue to embarrass her son, but said to Zhang Xingyang:

"Xingyang, go out and pluck a few green onions for me!"

"Lao Liang, you come to make a fire!"

Zhang Xingyang walked out of the kitchen a little embarrassed and came to the vegetable patch in the corner of the small courtyard.

Although the small vegetable patch is small, it is full of all kinds of vegetables, although it is just the beginning of spring.

The little greens that have just grown are green and lush, and they make people like it when they look at it.

Pulling out three shallots that were growing well, Zhang Xingyang was just about to walk back to the kitchen.

I heard a "stab".

Chen Lanmei stir-fried the slices of meat in the pot, and said without looking back:

"Wash the green onions and cut them into small pieces."

Zhang Xingyang is like a good baby, washing and cutting the green onions.

Zhang Xingyang smelled the aroma of meat in the pot, and his stomach growled.

Chen Lanmei turned her head to look at her son, whose stomach kept ringing, smiled and said:

"Don't worry, it's right away!"

Chen Lanmei kept busy in front of the stove, and soon made the braised pork, and asked Zhang Xingyang to pull a few green vegetables from the vegetable garden and simply fry the green vegetables.

Carrying the bowl to the table, Chen Lanmei beckoned the two of them to sit down and eat.

Zhang Xingyang picked up a piece of braised pork with chopsticks and couldn't wait to stuff it into his mouth, only to feel a sweet and spicy taste entering his taste buds.

Even in the 22nd century, he is accustomed to eating many state banquet-level dishes made by intelligent stir-fry robots, but when he eats this plate of braised pork, Zhang Xingyang still feels very delicious.

Maybe it's the instinct of this body, or maybe it smells of home.

During the banquet, Zhang Xingyang's mother kept picking up vegetables for herself, and the bowl for Zhang Xingyang was full.

In the end, I couldn't help but say: "I don't need to add it, I can't eat it." ”

After eating this meal, Zhang Xingyang felt that he had never eaten so full, and his stomach was about to be round.

After the meal, Chen Lanmei said to Zhang Xingyang, who was touching his stomach and burping:

"Xingyang, your father passed away in an accident, and my mother only hopes that you will no longer follow your father's old path and not come back again.

Your mom is too old to stand this kind of torture. ”

Zhang Xingyang was silent, he had never felt so cared for before, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

After a while, he replied.

"Mom, I'll take care of myself, don't worry about me."

After eating, Zhang Xingyang didn't want to stay at home longer, this feeling of being cared for.

made Zhang Xingyang feel weird, so he said goodbye to his mother and left home.

On the way back, Liang Yi looked at Zhang Xingyang and said:

"Your mom actually wants you to stay home tonight."

Zhang Xingyang didn't speak, whether the worries of his relatives were blessings or chains for him, he didn't quite understand, so he could only remain silent.