The husband and wife of a wealthy school

[Note: Generally, the neighbors in rural areas call uncle, brother, aunt, etc., they are all relative names according to age, not really the kind of blood relationship. 】

Zhao Yan’s house is separated from the neighbor’s house by two rammed earth walls, and the top of the wall is covered with a thick layer of snow.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, Zhao Yan felt that the woman's screams shook the snow on the wall, and there was a chill on his neck, which turned out to be a gust of cold wind.

He was wearing a low-necked sweater today without a scarf, so Zhao Yan went back into the house and came out wearing a scarf.

He heard a few low coughs coming from his grandma's room, and then the door opening, accompanied by a sigh: "Sin!"

His grandma walked out of the door, wearing a gray coarse cotton-padded jacket and trousers, the cotton-padded jacket still had the kind of oblique buttons in the old days, and a turban on his head, with gray sideburns exposed from the kerchief.

In his last life, his grandma passed away a few years after he graduated.

Zhao Yan: "Grandma, why do you get up so early?"

"I'm old, I don't sleep much, Yanyan, why don't you sleep more, it's such a cold day, why do you wake up so early, go back to the house and sleep again, grandma will call you after dinner."

"It's okay, I won't sleep anymore." Zhao Yan glanced at the direction of the next door, lowered his voice and asked his mother: "What's going on?"

"What a crime! It's hard to marry a daughter-in-law, and you have a baby. You can't live a good life, and you beat your wife all day long. What kind of skill is it to beat your wife?"

Zhao Yan: "When did the big brother next door marry his wife?"

"Yanyan, don't you remember? It's been two years, and people from the village were invited to have a wedding at that time."

Zhao Yan really doesn't remember, he was busy with his studies in his third year of high school, he worked in the county during the summer vacation after his third year of high school, and then he went to university.What's more, for him now, these things have passed too many years.

"Where is the eldest brother and daughter-in-law from? I have some impression that she doesn't look like a local here." Zhao Yan picked up the broom placed against the wall and swept the snow in the yard.

His grandma: "Where is it a local, bought it from outside, and spent the life savings of your uncle next door."

His grandma was sitting on the stone pier at the door of the house. Zhao Yan swept the yard around, and then went to his grandma's side, and then asked: "This daughter-in-law who finally married, why do you want to... beat me like this?"

"Your elder brother is not alone. If you fight like this all day long, anyone will run away. That daughter-in-law doesn't come out often, and every time she comes out, she has a wound on her face. What a crime!"

Zhao Yan: "Why didn't anyone call the police?"

"Call the police? It's only natural for a man to beat his wife. The police can't control the people's kang if they control the world."

Zhao Yan wanted to continue asking, but his mother came out of the backyard with a basket filled with sweet potatoes.

His mother: "Yanyan, don't inquire about the affairs next door, don't worry about things you shouldn't care about, men in the mountains also have to marry wives and have children, there is no way, it's women who marry chickens and dogs and dogs. Life. You just need to study hard, and then go out from this mountain and live in a big city.”

Zhao Yan walked over to take the basket in his mother's hand, "Mom, I'll make breakfast, you rest."

"It's such a cold day, how can I let you do it, you go back to the house and sleep for a while, Mom will do it."

Zhao Yan held on to the basket and didn't let go: "When I was working in the city, I learned some skills from a cooking master. Let you have a taste of my skills. Mom, I'm really not cold."

After breakfast, Zhao Yan went to the carpenter's uncle's house and borrowed the wooden tricycle that the carpenter's uncle used to pull, and prepared to go to the town to pick up his luggage.

His mother is worried, she doesn't know when Zhao Yan learned to drive a tricycle, the mountain road is not easy to walk, and the other side of the road is basically a cliff, it will be terrible.

"Yanyan, how about I ask your uncle carpenter to drive you there?"

At this time in the previous life, Zhao Yan really didn't know how to drive a tricycle very much, but he often drove it later, and now he can be regarded as a veteran.

"Mom, don't worry, I'm absolutely good at driving. Today is the eighth day of the lunar calendar. There is a rally in town. Would you like to go together and buy new year's goods?"

As soon as Zhao Yan parked the car at the door of her house, Zhao Jingjing got into the car quickly. She was afraid that her mother would not let her go with her, and it would be boring to stay at home. She wanted to go out with her brother.

His mother thought about it, Yanyan drove out alone, she was worried.

"Success, I'm going to change clothes." His mother went back to the house, changed clothes and came out with a handbag, and asked Zhao Yan, "Where's your sister?"

Zhao Yan smiled and pointed to the carriage behind him.

His mother: "You little girl, when did you get up there? I've never seen you work so neatly before."

Zhao Jingjing was not convinced: "Who said, I didn't catch the chicken yesterday."

Today the snow stopped, after breakfast, the sun climbed up from the top of the mountain, casting a golden light, although it was not very warm.

The tricycle drove past the door next door, and Zhao Yan’s eldest aunt was sitting on the stone pier in front of the door, picking up the soles of her shoes. When she saw Zhao Yan driving, she said, “When did Yan Yan come back?”

Zhao Yan turned his head and said with a smile, "I came back last night."

His eldest aunt: "Yanyan is so handsome, I won't worry about not being able to marry a wife in the future."

"That's not right, just wait and see, the women who are waiting to marry my family's Yanyan will be able to line up from one side of the mountain to the other side of the mountain." There is no need to spend money to buy a daughter-in-law like your family and fight all day long.

Zhao Yan's mother praised Zhao Yan to be unambiguous.

Zhao Yan: "..." He pretended not to hear anything.

Just now he looked into the yard next door, but didn't see the woman.

The tricycle drove out of the village and drove up the winding mountain road. The sun shone on the snow that covered one-third of the mountain, reflecting dazzling light.

Uncle Carpenter's car is older than Zhao Kai's father's car, and it's loud and bumpy when driving. People in the mountains won't feel uncomfortable when they get used to it.

"Yanyan, why doesn't mom know when you drive the tricycle so well?" Zhao Yan's mother said.

"In high school, I learned from Uncle Shuanzi together with Zhao Kai."

Zhao Yan's mother: "You still learn in style!"

Zhao Yan: "Mom, have you experienced any discomfort in the past six months?"

"You don't know about your mother's body. You don't catch a few colds throughout the year. It's okay."

Zhao Yan: "In two days, I'll take you and my grandma to the city for a physical examination."

"There's nothing wrong with it, why spend this wrong money, don't go."

Zhao Yan: "Mom, as the saying goes, before you get sick, you can live a long life. I made some money by working part-time. Let's take a look."

"There are many places to spend money in big cities, and if you make money, keep it for yourself."

"The school doesn't spend much money."

After washing her hair last night, Zhao Jingjing is wearing the woolen hat his brother bought her today.

The mountain air is cool and fresh.

Zhao Jingjing leaned on the car fender and looked down, her little head in the red hat went up and down with the bumps.

"Brother, I just saw a rabbit running down the hillside."

……

When the car was about to reach the town, Zhao Yan received a call from the courier company that the fruit sent by Yan Cheng had arrived.What a coincidence, I just drove to the town and it happened to be transported back.

Zhao Yan parked the tricycle, and first went shopping with his mother and sister for the Spring Festival.When there is a market, people from the surrounding villages will flock to the town, those who buy things, and those who do business do business.

As the New Year approached, there were more people in the market than usual.

After buying a lot of things, the three people's hands were full, and Zhao Yan didn't forget to buy fish in the end.

He asked his sister: "Jingjing, do you want to eat fish?"

Zhao Jingjing: "I think, the last time Uncle Zhao's family held a banquet for a wedding, I ate it once and it was delicious."

"There are so many delicious things in the world, if you want to eat, twitch your mouth twice, fish is so expensive, Yanyan, don't spoil her." Zhao Yan's mother said.

Zhao Yan: "Mom, eating fish during the Chinese New Year will make you more than enough every year. Let's just look at it as a good omen, and it's not too expensive. Didn't I say that I'm learning from the chefs in the city? It’s delicious, I’ll give you a taste.”

"Yanyan, you have to study and work part-time to learn skills, won't it be too tiring?" There was distress in his fucking tone.

"I'm not tired, I'm not tired at all from studying, and it's easy to make money in big cities."

His mother: "This is the situation in our family. Mom has no skills and can't help you too much. Everything depends on you."

"Mom, what are you talking about? I am an adult and the only man in my family. I should have taken care of you."

Zhao Yan's mother was a little moved: "My son has grown up!"

Zhao Jingjing was still thinking about fish, "Brother, is it really delicious when you make fish?"

His mother: "Xiao Nizi is useless, she just wants to eat."

"Mom, Jingjing is still young." Then Zhao Yan said to his sister: "Really, do you think the rice you cooked this morning is good?"

Zhao Jingjing: "It's delicious."

……

After buying the New Year's goods, I went to the station to pick up my luggage, and went to the courier company to pick up the fruits sent by Yan Cheng.

Zhao Yan: "A very good classmate of mine sent it over. He has too much fruit to eat, and it will go bad after a long time."

His mother: "Yanyan, is it bad to take other people's things for nothing?"

"No mother, after a while, he will come to Fengqiao Mountain for tourism. You can invite him to our house for a New Year's Eve dinner on New Year's Eve."

On the way home, the car was filled with the smell of fruit, Zhao Jingjing drooled at the fruit box, "Brother, can I open a box and taste one now?"

Zhao Yan: "Of course."

Then Zhao Jingjing looked at his mother with flattering eyes: "Mom?"

After his mother nodded, Zhao Jingjing opened a box, took out an orange and ate it, Zhao Yan was driving, and she stuffed one into her mother's hand.

His mother looked at the large and small bags of luggage in the carriage and said, "Yanyan, what are you doing buying so many things, you don't need anything at home, what a waste of money!"

Zhao Yan: "Don't waste it. Big cities have all kinds of things. Isn't it Chinese New Year? Just buy more."

His mother just loves her son.

……

Prepare to make dumplings for dinner, Zhao Yan is chopping the stuffing in the kitchen, and his mother is kneading the noodles.Halfway through the dough making, it occurred to me that there was no more tofu. His mother told Jingjing in the yard loudly: "Jingjing, go to your uncle's house next door to buy some tofu."

The lame son of the neighbor's family couldn't do hard work in the fields, so he learned to make a living by making tofu. Everyone in the village bought tofu from his family.

Zhao Yan just finished chopping the stuffing, put down the kitchen knife and said, "Mom, let me go."

The door of the house next door was open, Zhao Yan walked in, and the snow in the yard was swept clean.It was noon, when the sun was at its best, and his uncle was squatting on the stone in front of the house in the yard, basking in the sun and smoking dry tobacco.

rattling rattling.

Zhao Yan: "Uncle, I'm here to buy tofu."

"Yanyan, when did you come back?" His uncle took the copper cigarette holder out of his mouth, and puffed out a puff of smoke as he spoke.

"last night."

"Buy tofu and find your elder brother." He pointed to the direction of the tofu workshop in the yard with the cigarette stick.

Zhao Yan walked towards the tofu workshop. He saw that woman just now, feeding the child under the sun next to the tofu workshop. The child was very young, about one year old.

Zhao Yan walked into the workshop and said to his eldest brother, "Brother, two catties of tofu."

His elder brother looked at Zhao Yan's face, and snorted in his nostrils, indicating that he knew.

Zhao Yan pointed to the child and asked, "How old are you? So cute!"

His elder brother: "One year old."

Zhao Yan walked over to tease the child. The bowl in the woman's hand contained bean curd flowers, and she was feeding the child with a small spoon one bite at a time.

Zhao Yan couldn't help looking at her little finger. The wound on the missing little finger had healed, but her face was covered with bruises and bruises.

Zhao Yan lowered his eyelids and pinched the child's round face, asking, "Boy or girl?"

"girl."

With scars on his face and suffering for so long, his age can't be seen from his face, but his voice is still slightly crisp.

And... She spoke Mandarin, while Zhao Yan asked in the local dialect.

Many people in their village, especially the older generation, have never left their county, their town, or even their village in their entire lives.

Some people can't understand Mandarin, and more people can understand it but can't speak it.

Zhao Yan switched to Mandarin and said, "The child is so cute."

The woman asked him, "Do you want tofu flower?"

Zhao Yan said, "Don't eat."

Woman: "Where did you go to college?"

No matter how incomprehensible the local dialect is, after staying for two years, you will almost be able to understand it.Almost everyone in the village knows about Zhao Yan's going to college, not to mention that the two families live next door.

Zhao Yan: "T City."

"Which university?"

Zhao Yan: "T is big."

The woman smiled at him, her swollen eyes narrowed as she laughed.

Inexplicably, Zhao Yan thought of his sister. In the last life, his sister also came to him with a swollen eye, holding the child, and said that life could not go on and she wanted a divorce.

Zhao Yan carried the cut tofu and walked out of the door of the next door. He hadn't taken two steps before he heard the sound of things being thrown in the courtyard and the cry of a child.

There was also his elder brother's yelling and scolding: "What do you look at, he looks handsome, and he doesn't care what he is, what did you say to him just now..."

Zhao Yan's face turned green on the spot.