I'm the big president

"Hey! Slowly water the ground, kid, I'll go back first."

Qin Yang packed his bags and jumped off the tractor, yelled loudly at Baomidi, and strode towards a two-story self-built house in front left.

In front of the house door is a large piece of sun-grain flat. It’s not the season of grain harvest. There are only a group of hens walking leisurely on the sun-grain flat. grain.

There was an old yellow dog lying in front of the door, with bald hair on the tip of its tail. Its fur was rough and dull. It raised its head and looked at the old hen not far away in a daze. Walking around in front of this group of hens does not feel intrusive, on the contrary it is a little more fun.

call!
The old yellow dog stood up in vain, swaying its bald tail slowly. After a few seconds, the swing of the tail gradually increased. It ran to the opposite side excitedly, and suddenly lifted its front paws to rest on the waist of a young man.

"Rhubarb, I haven't seen you for half a year. I brought you delicious food..."

The young man was Qin Yang. He took out a large ham sausage from his pocket, tore off the plastic wrap and stuffed it into the old yellow dog's mouth.

The old yellow dog swallowed the ham sausage in two or three mouthfuls, and howled around Qin Yang again, as if he was still begging for food. One ham sausage was not satisfying, and a few more would make him half full.

Qin Yang took out two more ham sausages, peeled off the packaging and stuffed them to the old yellow dog. He patted the dog's head and said, "You can't eat too much of this stuff. I want to see you next time I come back, understand?"

Strange to say, the old yellow dog seemed to understand his words. He ate two ham sausages and did not continue to ask for more. He wagged his tail and entered the house with Qin Yang. The moment he entered the house, he and the old yellow dog Sniffing at the same time, one person and one dog smelled a familiar smell, the smell of old wine.

"Yangyang is back. You haven't had dinner yet. There are cooked rice dumplings in the stove. If you're hungry, eat a couple of rice dumplings first. We'll have dinner when your grandfather and father come back."

A fat middle-aged woman with red lips and white teeth came out of the room. She was Qin Yang's stepmother Cao Hongxia.

Qin Yang's biological mother died of illness shortly after he was born. Six years later, his father, Qin Sheng, married Cao Hongxia under the introduction of others, but the two never had children. Cao Hongxia took care of Qin Yang as her own son, and never More than a little eccentric, the relationship between mother and son has always been very harmonious, which also comforted Qin Sheng.

"Mom, grandpa and dad went to the mountains to dig wine jars again?"

Qin Yang unloaded his backpack, went to the kitchen to fetch water to wash his face, took out two big zongzi from the pot, cut the string that tied the zongzi with a kitchen knife, peeled off the zongzi leaves and gnawed.

Very ordinary glutinous rice dumplings, there is nothing mixed in it, no red dates, no meat at all, old glutinous rice wrapped in leaves, no need to dip in white sugar, it is full of fragrance, a big rice dumpling is quickly swallowed, I peeled off another one and ate it with big mouthfuls. After eating two zongzi, I actually felt six to seven percent full.

"Eat a few zongzi less, and you'll still have something delicious to eat at night!" Cao Hongxia smiled and brought a bowl of hot tea, and handed it to Qin Yang: "The wild tea I picked, I just picked the sharp end, you taste it Taste if you like it or not, and if you like it, bring some back to drink."

Qin Yang picked up the tea bowl and took a sip. The faint scent of tea permeated his mouth, instantly washing away the sticky feeling left by eating rice dumplings just now. Drinking tea in the countryside is not as particular as in big cities. A porcelain bowl, put Just add the dried shredded ginger to the tea leaves and rinse them with boiling water. It will have a special taste when you drink it.

After finishing a bowl of tea, Qin Yang put down the bowl, grabbed the backpack and opened it, took out a paper bag from it and handed it to his stepmother: "Mom, I didn't buy anything for the holidays, so you take this, and just buy whatever is in short supply at home. "

Cao Hongxia opened the heavy paper bag, and saw that there were five stacks of brand new red banknotes inside. There were bank seals on the banknotes, which amounted to 5 yuan. Throwing it into Qin Yang's arms: "I can't take this money, it's too much."

Qin Yang smiled, stretched out his hand to push back the paper bag, and said, "Mom, I'll take it if I give it to you. I'm your son and I'm a manager now. My monthly salary is tens of thousands, and the company gave me hundreds of dollars in bonuses." Wan, I bought a house and a car in Shenjiang, and you can use the money."

"You bought a house? And a car? A manager? A few million bonuses?"

Cao Hongxia couldn't digest so much information for a while, holding the paper bag and muttering and repeating, looking at Qin Yang with surprise, joy, surprise, and excitement... All kinds of emotions gathered together and became In order to be happy, there was a faint glimmer of water in the flushed eye sockets.

Seeing this, Qin Yang quickly comforted him: "Don't get excited, what I said is true, I also thought about taking you to live for a while, anyway, I have a lot of rooms there, our family should live comfortably."

Cao Hongxia was about to speak, when suddenly she heard footsteps outside the door, and a familiar male voice came: "Hongxia, has the naughty boy returned?"

Qin Yang is the only son in the family, and he was famous in the village for being mischievous when he was a child. The old people in the village shook their heads when they mentioned the little monkeys of the old Qin's family. The old man chased and ran all over the village with bamboo sticks.

"I'm back, my son is promising, don't keep calling him a naughty boy, it's so ugly." Cao Hongxia cursed with a smile, and walked out with the paper bag in her arms.

Qin Yang followed him out of the kitchen, and saw a healthy old man enter the main room with his hands behind his back, followed by a middle-aged man carrying a bamboo basket, in which were several jars of clay-sealed old wine.

"Grandpa, Dad!"

"Haha! I said this morning that the little monkey will come back, but you still don't believe me, how are you doing now?"

The old man is Qin Yang's grandfather, Qin Jiugao, who used to be a national second-level bartender. The wine was brewed by the old man with mountain spring water. It was buried in a place close to mountains and rivers for several years, and a few jars were dug out every Chinese New Year. Have fun, today's Dragon Boat Festival, a total of four altars of old wine were dug.

Qin Sheng said with a smile: "You are the Tathagata Buddha, no matter how far the little monkey runs, it will not be able to find the palm of your hand."

Qin Jiugao stroked the goatee on his chin, and said with a smile: "Didn't Saburo Xigong invite me to participate in some international wine fighting conference? I want the little monkey to represent the old Qin's family to participate, not to mention his drinking capacity to get a ranking , at least it won't embarrass my old Qin family."

Qin Sheng said: "The little monkey is not familiar with the place where he was born in the island country. There is a world of flowers and flowers, and it is easy to corrupt young people. I am worried that he will not be able to control himself. Besides, his drinking capacity is only average. It is better not to go there and not get a ranking. go."

Qin Jiugao turned his head and glared at his son, and said, "How do you know that the little monkey has a normal drinking capacity? According to my opinion, his drinking capacity was better than yours ten years ago, and the young is better than the blue. My old Qin's drinking capacity is getting better every generation powerful."