Sweet 80s

With the help of the driver, the two of them helped Zhou Zheng to the room.

The next morning.

Zhou Zheng woke up from the hotel with a confused look on his face. He tried hard to recall everything that happened yesterday. He recalled the scene when the two of them left after dinner.

But from then on, I lost all memory and couldn't remember anything.

Lin.

The children leisurely fed the livestock.

Dabao put the wild hawthorns he picked yesterday into the cow's mouth.

"Sister Nan Nan, if cows eat hawthorn, will the milk they produce be hawthorn milk?"

Yan Shengnan laughed a few times.

"Silly Dabao, no matter how much it eats, it won't produce hawthorn-flavored milk. It's already been digested in the stomach."

As they were talking, the sour taste of the wild hawthorn was chewed by the cow.

The cow's tongue was so sour that it kept rolling and spitting out saliva crazily.

Erbao took a look and pointed and spoke.

"Oh no! Look! The cow is sneezing!"

The three of them looked over, and this time Yan Shengnan laughed even louder.

The laughter even attracted Li Xiuzhi and Wang Shuping who were cooking.

"What's the matter? Why are you laughing like this?"

Yan Shengnan squatted on the ground, holding her stomach and laughing so hard that she couldn't straighten up.

Wang Shuping stood up holding the spatula in one hand and supporting her arm with the other.

"Dabao, tell me, what are you laughing at?"

Dabao said with an embarrassed and apologetic look on his face, pointing at the cow that was still drooling.

"Bull, it...isn't it poisoned?"

Wang Shuping understood immediately and asked, "What did you feed it?"

Erbao quickly replied: "It's... Hawthorn."

Wang Shuping glanced at her two sons.

"Your father didn't let you down last time, but you've forgotten your lesson so quickly. The cow must be soured to be like this! If you don't believe me, you two can try it and see if you drool!"

The two brothers Dabao and Erbao looked at each other.

Suddenly recalling what happened in the past, a sour taste appeared in my mouth before I even put the hawthorn in my mouth.

Dabao took out a hawthorn and handed it to Erbao: "You eat it."

Erbao waved his hands: "You...you are the older brother, you eat first."

Dabao stared at the red hawthorn and swallowed.

"Then let's eat together."

"Row."

The two looked at each other, then put the hawthorn into their mouths.

The next second, they were like cattle.

He moved his tongue to spit out the crushed hawthorn pulp, and then his saliva gushed out like a spring, forming a line and flowing out of his mouth continuously.

Yan Shengnan had almost finished laughing, but this reminded her of the scene with the cow just now.

He said breathlessly: "That's how cows burp, hahaha~"

"Hehe~ Silly children, Erbao, if you can tolerate sour taste, you won't have to worry about indigestion even if you eat two more bowls of rice."

After saying that, he turned and went back to the kitchen.

Erbao pouted and said with a dissatisfied look on his face.

"I'd rather be starving than eat hawthorn, humph!"

A few snapping sounds.

The few fruits in his little hands were thrown far away.

Lin Xiangdong was repairing farming tools with his father outside the courtyard gate.

After a burst of tinkling sounds.

Lin Xiangdong straightened up, took off his gloves, brushed off the dirt on his body and said.

"Okay, just add some oil and it will work properly. This thing always breaks down. Dad, I'll buy you a new one later."

"Just make do with it until it's completely useless. We'll deal with it when it really doesn't work. By the way, Xiaowu, you came here by car, so take a few bags of flour with you when you leave."

"No, keep the flour for yourselves. You can buy a lot of it in the city."

"I heard that the factories in the city process the flour too finely and completely remove the bran. The flour is not fragrant. When it comes to food, sometimes you really can't make it too fine...

"That's what happened. I'll take it back and give it to the eldest, second and third brothers so they can also taste the wheat they harvested with their own hands. Dad, did my third brother say when he's getting engaged?"

Lin Sifang thought about it.

"It seems to be National Day. The exact date is not confirmed. He said the girl's family is too busy and can't decide on a date for the time being."

After saying that, Lin Sifang glanced into the yard and confirmed that Li Xiuzhi was still busy in the kitchen.

Then he pulled a stool over and sat down to chat with Lin Xiangdong about family matters.

"Wu, the wound on Nan Nan's head was caused by his father, right?"

Lin Xiangdong didn't expect his father to ask the key point so directly.

His face darkened instantly and he swallowed. The few seconds of hesitation completely revealed what he was about to say.

"dad..."

Lin Sifang raised his hand to signal that there was no need to say anything more, then he took out his pipe again, lit it and started smoking without saying a word.

Lin Xiangdong felt distressed when he saw his father's lonely look.

He paused.

"Dad, Xiaoping taught her family a lesson and asked the street office to judge the case. In the end, they took Nannan back and gave her to Fourth Sister..."

Then he told his father the whole story.

After hearing this, Lin Sifang's frown slowly relaxed.

The deep sadness on his face gradually faded away.

He coughed a few times and said with emotion.

"The eldest is honest and the third is capable of making a lot of money, but in the end, you are more blessed than your eldest and third brothers. We ordinary people don't seek wealth, we just want a stable and down-to-earth life."

Husband and wife are one, and praising one is a disguised way of praising the other.

He had heard these words from Lin Xiangli and also from his mother Li Xiuzhi.

My father, who has never commented on good or bad, now says the same thing.

Lin Xiangdong was so happy.

He chuckled and scratched his head.

"Everything is mutual. If you don't take care of the crops in the fields, there will be a poor harvest next year. If you take good care of them, there will be a good harvest next year. Xiaoping is a child who devotes herself to the family. We can't let her feel disappointed..."

"Dad, don't worry, I will treat her well for the rest of my life."

Lin Sifang nodded.

Although Lin Xiangdong is the youngest son in the family, he is the one he admires most in terms of character.

"We can't learn those bad habits of others. He thinks it's justified to bully the wife's family after marrying her. Such a man has no conscience!"

Lin Xiangdong agreed very much.

In his memory, his father and mother loved each other and discussed everything together.

Both of them are involved in the tedious housework at home and the farm work on the land.

However, in recent years, my father's back pain has worsened every time he hunches over to cook, so he has been forced to quit this "job" in the kitchen.

Even when doing farm work, I often sit down to rest.

Thinking of this, Lin Xiangdong suddenly missed the early years. His father's specialty, soup noodles, was so delicious that he had never tasted that flavor again.

Lin Sifang rarely expresses such sentimental words.

He sighed repeatedly and then took a few long puffs on his cigarette.

Lin Xiangdong felt that something was wrong and asked out of curiosity.

"What's wrong, Dad? Did you hear something?"

Lin Sifang raised his head again and looked around the courtyard.

This made Lin Xiangdong even more confused, so he simply stood up, walked around the yard to make sure there was no one around, and then came back to sit down.

At this time, Lin Sifang slowly explained the real reason for what he had just said.

It turned out that a murder had occurred among Lin's distant relatives dozens of kilometers away.

More than ten years ago, a girl from the same clan was forced by her parents to marry a lazy and idle man from a neighboring village.

The husband doesn't love her and the parents-in-law bully her.

She had a lot of troubles after marriage and had three children, but she still couldn't change her tragic fate. She finally committed suicide by jumping into a well a few days ago.

"I dare not tell your mother, for fear of frightening her."

Lin Xiangdong was so shocked that he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

After calming down for a moment, he suddenly remembered.

"When I was little, you took me to visit her for the New Year. That was my first time taking a long-distance bus. Were we going to her house?"

Lin Sifang nodded in confirmation with a look of regret on his face.

"At first my daughter disagreed and made a scene for a long time. I even persuaded her father that if the child didn't want to stay for a few more years, it would be fine. But her father... Oh, such a good daughter, she is gone just like that..."

Although the memory has been worn away by the passage of time and only vague fragments remain, the fact is extremely cruel to anyone.

Lin Xiangdong was so angry that his teeth were grinding.

"Dad, you and my mom are old and live so far away from each other. If you need help, I'll go..."

Lin Sifang took the last puff of his cigarette, pressed the dying fire with his thumb, and leaned against the door to knock off the ashes.

"No, no one needs to go. That fool doesn't even care about his own daughter. There's no need to keep in touch with her. Let's just break off this marriage..."