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Chapter 55: The Ancestral Alcoholic Capacity

Chen Suniang processed the eel and cut it into pieces, cooked a big pot of braised eel, fried a plate of scrambled eggs with green peppers, and fried the fish to make sweet and sour fish...

There was a rare bottle of wine on the dinner table. It was a locally produced 43-degree Lao Baigan. The quality was average, but its sales were high in the small county town at that time, and it was once very popular. In the late 90s, the winery went bankrupt due to poor management.

"Huoming, come here and have a drink with your dad." Chen Suniang called out Qiu Huoming who was in the small room.

"Okay." Qiu Huoming walked to the living room in a hurry. The rain had stopped in the evening, and the accumulated water on the eaves dripped onto the ground from time to time, making a tapping sound.

The eldest and youngest sisters were already holding their bowls and ready to eat. They were both thin and sat on one side of the square dining table, leaving an empty seat next to them, which was reserved for Qiu Huoming.

On the table in front of him was a small ceramic wine glass, which was already filled with wine.

Qiu Huoming drank as ordered and was in a very happy mood.

He took the initiative to pick up the wine glass and clinked it with his father, "Dad, what's a good day today?"

Qiu Jianshe took a sip of wine and sighed with satisfaction, "What a great day! Celebrating your mother's transfer..."

"Then have a drink too, Mom." Qiu Huoming stood up and went to get the wine glass.

"Kid, your mother is allergic to alcohol." Qiu Jianshe stopped him in time.

Chen Suniang's eyes were wrinkled when she smiled. She was pretty when she was young. Now that she is older, her beauty is still there, except that the white hair on her temples is a bit unsightly. Qiu Huoming felt a little sad in his heart and he looked away.

Chen Suniang took a bite of the food and said with a smile, "When I think about not having to stay up late to work, I feel very happy. I am also very happy even if I don't drink."

After she finished speaking, she looked at the three children sitting at the table, and the smile on her lips could no longer be hidden. "You kids, you must study hard and work in offices in the future..."

In her mind, being able to eat the government's food and work in an office is the highest honor.

Qiu Huoming poured water on her words, "Just like my dad?"

Chen Suniang's voice suddenly became hoarse. She looked at Qiu Jianshe, whose face turned red after drinking a sip of wine, and then looked at her son, whose face turned red after drinking only one glass of wine. She stood up with a wry smile, picked up a piece of eel meat and put it into Qiu Huoming's bowl.

"Don't learn from your father. This is how his life will be. As long as he lives in peace, I don't expect him to be rich and powerful. You still have a long life ahead of you, and your family won't put pressure on you. You can fly as far as you can in the future..."

Qiu Huoming took a bite of the eel meat, which was fresh, smooth, slightly spicy, and firm and elastic. As he was savoring it, Qiu Jianshe, who was standing beside him, suddenly stared at Chen Suniang's white hair and reached out to touch it, "Suniang, you have suffered with me..."

After Qiu Jianshe finished his glass of wine, he started talking more and more.

"If our family didn't have you, my brother's medical expenses alone would crush me. I wouldn't be able to handle it. It's useless for you not to blame me..." After saying that, he blew his nose.

Chen Suniang was helpless, "Old Qiu, you should drink less wine."

Qiu Huoming reminded himself secretly that he must take this family habit of talking too much after drinking as a warning.

In a blink of an eye, Qiu Jianshe filled the second glass of wine. After he drank it in one gulp, he rubbed his eyes and said, "Suniang, you were so beautiful back then. I fell in love with you the first time I saw you..."

The older sister and the younger sister looked at each other, and the older sister suppressed her laughter and muttered, "Dad's alcohol tolerance is getting worse and worse."

Chen Suniang reluctantly put some food in his bowl and said, "Old Qiu, eat the food first and then drink the wine."

Qiu Jianshe obediently ate all the food in the bowl.

"Hey, Dad, you said last time that we would go house hunting this weekend. Is that tomorrow? Or next weekend?" Qiu Huoming asked.

"Next week, I'll find someone to take us there as a family."

"Dad, grandpa and grandma are moving to the city. Who will they live with? You or my third aunt?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Chen Suniang also looked at Qiu Jianshe.

"If Third Aunt can come to the city, she can live with them. If she can't, your grandparents will live alone with Second Uncle at the coal factory. We live close to each other, so we can visit each other more often and be able to take care of them if anything happens."

Chen Suniang was obviously relieved.

Qiu Jianshe was a heavy drinker and a poor drinker, so he poured himself another glass and also filled his son's glass as well.

Qiu Huoming didn't remember how much he drank, he only remembered that he held his father's shoulders and sang many passionate songs...

Qiu Jianshe also changed his old-fashioned image and joined in the conversation with him, working hard for half the night.

The next day, Qiu Huoming opened his eyes and felt a headache. He was hungover. He lay in bed and couldn't accept it for a while. He was famous for his ability to drink a lot...

In important occasions in the future, one glass of wine will be enough, and you must not drink too much!

He rubbed his temples and got up from the bed. He opened the door and saw Chen Suniang cutting vegetables in the kitchen through the window. When she heard the noise, she raised her eyes and smiled when she saw him, "Canghai, are you awake?"

The little sister who was playing in the living room also laughed, "Brother Canghai..."

The eldest sister covered her mouth with the magazine "Youth Literature and Art" and was obviously trying to hold back her laughter.

Qiu Huoming's ears blushed, and he snorted and went to wash his face and brush his teeth.

He first drank a glass of milk to quench the thirst in his throat, and then ate a steamed bun. He continued to work on the tape in the small room. He had slacked off last night, so now he had to race against time.

Time flies when you are busy.

The next day was Qingming Festival. People at that time were still opposed to feudal ideas, at least on the surface. Therefore, things like burning paper money could only be done secretly.

As the eldest son in the family, Qiu Huoming was responsible for burning paper money.

After dinner on Monday, he put a flashlight in his pocket, tucked a few rolls of yellow paper under his armpit, and took a box of matches, and went out of the compound to explore the river.

As soon as we arrived at the river, we saw faint lights of fire everywhere.

It seemed that there were many people who shared the same idea as him. He walked down the roadbed with a flashlight and reached the slope of the river. It had rained a little in the morning, and the slope was wet.

He took a branch and drew two circles with gaps on the ground, and placed yellow paper in the circles. After lighting the yellow paper, he chanted his grandmother's name, and then chanted the names of his grandparents in the other circle.

Finally, he took a piece of yellow paper and burned it outside the circle, "If you are passing by, please take the money, but don't steal my master's money..."

At this moment, he suddenly thought of himself in his previous life. After he died, would anyone burn paper for him? Most likely, only his roommates would be sad for a while...

As he was thinking, he heard faint crying sounds from the other side of the river. He rubbed the goose bumps that suddenly appeared on his neck and suddenly felt that there were ghosts around him.

Rather than burning paper money for the deceased, Qingming Festival is more like a day for the living to express their grief...

After the flames were extinguished, he waited another five minutes, seeing no sign of the embers rekindling, and then he turned around and walked back.

Today is Saturday