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Xu Yan glanced into the room.

Xie Zhuo quickly put the repaired watches back into the boxes, then put the boxes back into the camphorwood box behind him, covered them with clothes, locked them, and then turned around and walked out.

The person outside waited for a long time but no one opened the door, so he banged on it twice.

Xie Zhuo's brows were knitted together.

Xu Yan had already stood up to open the door, but before his hand touched the big wooden door, Xie Zhuo pulled him aside, "I'll do it."

The door opens.

There were three people standing at the door, two adults and one child.

The younger one looked a little smaller than Dabao and Xiaobao, and was very thin, with his eyes rolling around all the time.

The two big ones...

Judging from their age, they must be in their 50s or 60s. Their skin is very tanned and their faces are deeply wrinkled. The women are fine, but the men's clothes are dirty and torn, and their hair is full of hay residue from somewhere. A front tooth is sticking out from between his lips, probably because he smokes too much pipe tobacco and his teeth have turned yellow.

When the three of them saw Xie Zhuo open the door, they immediately smiled.

"You must be the third child, you've grown up so much," the woman said as she was about to go home, "I held you in my arms when you were little."

Sure enough, culture is passed down.

This sentence can often be heard in later generations, as if any elder who is a little older has really held all the younger children.

Do you like holding babies so much?

Xie Zhuo stretched out his hand to stop her and did not let her in.

The woman's expression froze for a moment.

"Who are you?" Xie Zhuo asked.

"We are your uncle and aunt," the woman was still a little unhappy, and pushed the man who had been silent beside her forward, "This is your second uncle."

"You can't be unfamiliar with him, right? Didn't he come to your house when you were in school?"

Of course Xie Zhuo recognized the man next to him.

It was because he recognized me that his expression became even worse.

He did not forget what his so-called uncle came to his house for.

Came to ask for money.

He said that his mother had died and they had no money to bury her, so he asked Xie Zhuo's mother to pay ten dollars for the burial expenses, otherwise he would stay in their house and not leave.

Xie Zhuo was not very old at that time, and he didn’t know whether his parents gave him money, but it was the first time he met his mother’s relatives since he was a child.

I also learned that my mother had older brothers and younger brothers.

He had clearly heard before that all of his mother's family members had died, so where did this uncle come from?

Later I found out that he was not my biological uncle but my cousin. There was no one left at home when his mother was fifteen or sixteen years old, and she later lived with her aunt for a few years.

Xie thought about it and figured out that his mother probably didn't have a good life at her aunt's house, otherwise why had she never returned home once after being married to his father for such a long time?

Now these two people suddenly came to their house...

Xie Zhuo glanced at them coldly, "What are you doing here?"

"We," the man with big yellow front teeth mumbled a few words, but in the end he didn't say a complete sentence.

The woman next to him cursed him in dialect and then nudged him a few times with her elbow. Xu Yan understood the last part of the sentence, which said he was a good-for-nothing who didn't know how to talk.

Xu Yan raised his eyebrows.

"We just came to see you," the woman smiled at Xie Zhuo, "You didn't even inform your family about such a big thing as getting married, so we can help you out."

Yo!

Xu Yan stood aside with his arms folded and watched the show.

The woman's eyes moved back and forth a few times and then stopped at her.

What happened to Xie Zhuo in the past few days had spread to all the production brigades. When Wang Cuilan first heard about it, she didn't believe it and pulled people aside to ask.

"The Xie family you are talking about is the Xie family of Qingshan Brigade?"

The man said, "Yes, it's from Qingshan Brigade. It is said that the young man's family saved a lot of money, and he spent it all to marry a city girl."

Then, the man exaggerated and told the story that Xie Zhuo took five or six hundred yuan to get engaged, and not only bought a bicycle for his new wife, but also bought a radio.

"It's a pity that his wife is a little too pampered," the man sighed, "If he had married a girl from our village, he would have lived a prosperous life."

Wang Cuilan felt it was a pity after hearing what she said.

"We are from the same village," the man continued, "I heard that your family and the Xie family are also related. Although they haven't visited each other much in recent years, they are still real relatives."

Wang Cuilan felt a little guilty.

She has been married into this family for decades. She knows everything about the past and knows the reason why the two families do not interact.

"I'm just nagging you," the man said, "I just feel it's a pity that such a good young man married a troublemaker without an elder to look after him."

Seeing that Wang Cuilan looked unhappy, the man stopped talking and changed the subject, talking about this year's crops.

Wang Cuilan thought about it for the whole afternoon, and then told Zhao Daming that she wanted to visit the Xie family in Qingshan Brigade.

Zhao Daming certainly didn't want to go. The two families had not been in contact for many years. When his fourth brother got married, his family was so poor that he had to risk his dignity and run to the Xie family to ask for ten dollars.

In recent years, whenever he thought about this matter, he felt uncomfortable.

But no way.

He doesn't care what he says.

The next morning, just after he had used a gate knife to cut the hay, Wang Cuilan dragged him to the gate of Xie's house with only residue on his body, without even having lunch.

I was so hungry that my stomach was sticking to my back.

But his wife said that if the third son of the Xie family listened to her, he would definitely serve them steamed buns made of two grains of flour.

Zhao Daming didn't quite believe it, but seeing Wang Cuilan's confident look, he felt a little more confident.

They all came here from far away just to thank Lao San!

Wang Cuilan had only heard of the young educated youth Xu, but had never seen him. When she saw the young girl standing about one step behind Xie Zhuo, she was stunned for a moment.

He is so handsome.

Xu Yan changed his clothes as soon as he came back from the river.

She was wearing a light green Dacron shirt on the upper body and a white cotton skirt underneath, which looked quite expensive.

Besides, few people in the countryside wear white skirts because they get dirty too easily.

Her pigtails weren't as shiny as those worn by girls of this era. Xu Yan basically just braided her hair twice and then pulled it to make it fluffy.

Two days ago, she found a few small hairpins in the suitcase brought by the original owner. She put them on her head today, making her look more playful and lively.

It's indeed the behavior of a city lady!

Can this be a way to live a good life?

Wang Cuilan looked back and forth between Xu Yan and Xie Zhuo, comparing them.

One is bright and beautiful, the other is covered with patches!

Xie Zhuo noticed her gaze, frowned, and blocked Xu Yan behind him, a little impatient, "What on earth are you doing here?"

As he said this, Wang Cuilan also said, "You chose this person to marry?"

Xie Zhuo's face suddenly turned cold.

"It's obvious that she doesn't know how to live. She's much worse than Wang Fang from your second aunt's family in our village," Wang Cuilan said without noticing Xie Zhuo's expression.

After saying that, before Xie Zhuo could speak, Xu Yan pushed Xie Zhuo aside with a smile, "How many years has this aunt been doing farm work?"

Wang Cuilan was stunned.

I was a little confused about what this educated youth from the city meant by suddenly saying this.

Xie Zhuo didn’t understand either.

Although Xu Yan hadn't suffered any verbal abuse recently, he still subconsciously wanted to stand in front of her to protect her.

"I started working with adults when I was seven or eight years old," Wang Cuilan thought for a moment and directly answered Xu Yan's question.

There was still some disdain in her eyes, "Unlike you girls in the city, who just wait for men to support them."

This sentence is a bit harsh.

What do you mean you rely on men for support?

Xu Yan immediately sneered, "Oh, sixty or seventy years, I wonder how many years it took for your face to become so thick? Even a four or five-story wall is not as thick as yours!"

Xie Zhuo tried to hold his laughter in for a long time, but finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.