With a Door In Mind

When I got home, lunch was not ready.

But the mother's figure appeared in the kitchen.

Jiang Xiaochuan was a little strange. It wasn't time to get off work yet, so why did his mother come back early.

He walked to the door of the kitchen and shouted into it, "Mother, why did you get off work so early today?"

Yang Yuemei, who was cooking, saw her son, wiped the sweat on her head, and said, "Oh... the grass in the field has been plucked once, and there is nothing to do now, so I came back, and I will pluck it again in a few days."

"Oh, what about father?" Although there is a bit of resistance to this stepfather, but there is no way, people have to bow their heads under the eaves.

Call two sentences without losing a piece of meat.

"Oh, I'm off to patrol. Secretary Jiang said that someone was stealing wheat seedlings, so this year's patrol team has moved ahead."

Every year after the grain is ripe, some rabbits, mice and even wild boars will come to steal the grain, so the village will form a patrol team to patrol every autumn harvest season.

However, in addition to small animals, it is also to prevent someone from stealing food, which is not uncommon.

However, Jiang Xiaochuan felt guilty for a while when he heard this, and secretly thought that he would make more compensation for the village in the future.

"Well, do you want to help..." Seeing his mother working so hard, he asked.

But it is estimated that he does not need to do it.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Grandma Jiang, who was busy beside him, said, "No, you have nothing to do, just go and play..."

Hearing what Grandma Jiang said, he could only give up.

Back in the room, my brother hasn't come back yet, so I think I have to get a stove in the space so that it will be easier to cook in the future.

Do it if you think of it, but it's just too boring.

Insert the door, dodge into the space, and after entering the space, look at the wheat seedlings planted before. I was a little sluggish before, but now I'm standing tall and straight and living well.

Only now did he relax.

When he was washing mussels by the river before, he collected a lot of stones by the way, just to make a stove.

With a shovel, I dug some soil and mixed it with water, then wrapped it on a stone and built it bit by bit, and soon a simple stove was ready. Just wait for the cooktop to dry on its own.

However, there is no firewood in the space, so I have to go to the nearby woods to collect some dry wood in the afternoon.

I don't know if a fire is started in space, will the smoke not disperse?

He thought with a black line, "I won't smoke myself to death...? Shouldn't... Otherwise, there will be a lack of oxygen here long ago."

I feel like this shouldn't happen.

After cleaning up the soil on his body, he was about to check the condition of the wheat seedlings.

There was only a sound of shouting.

"Xiaochuan, open the door. Xiaochuan, did you hear me?"

Listening carefully, it seems to be his mother Yang Yuemei.

He hurried out of the space and opened the door.

Sure enough, it was his mother.

Pretend to have just slept, rubbed his eyes, yawned and asked, "What's wrong with Mom? Are you looking for something?"

I saw Yang Yuemei shouting anxiously, "Xiao Chuan, your uncle and your second uncle are here, and they say they want you back, can't you go back with them?"

"Uncle, Uncle? Where did I come from, Uncle Er?" Jiang Xiaochuan asked suspiciously.

Although his stepfather Jiang Dahai is also surnamed Jiang, he is not the local Jiang surname in Jiangtai Village.

They are out of the family, and the family came here as a refugee.

Suddenly he wanted to understand who Yang Yuemei was talking about was the uncle and the second uncle. They should be the brothers from his biological father's side.

Then he asked suspiciously, "Mother, didn't they drive us out back then? Why do you want us to go back?"

Yang Yuemei looked back and said in a low voice quickly. "Don't worry about it, you don't have time to explain, no matter what they say, you and your brother don't promise to go back to Zhoujia Village, do you hear?"

"Oh...well...then why did you call me? Can't you just disagree?" This made him a little puzzled.

"Go... go to the main room, they have to tell you and your brother face to face. Remember, no matter what they say, you don't agree." After that, he dragged him to the main room.

On the way, Jiang Xiaochuan thought about the uncle and second uncle of the original owner.

The original owner's biological father's surname is Zhou, and his name is Zhou Mingxin. There are seven brothers and sisters in total.

Boss, Zhou Mingli,

The second child, Zhou Mingyi,

The third child, Zhou Mingxin, is the father of the original owner.

Fourth, Zhou Zhiming

Fifth, Zhou Mingren,

Ritual, righteousness, faith, wisdom, benevolence. In this era, taking such a name is also a bit cultural.

It is better than any iron pillars, iron eggs, and dog leftovers.

The Zhou family is also a legend in Zhoujia Village.

The Zhou family has always been at the bottom of Zhoujia Village, and the family has only improved slightly since the third child became a soldier.

But the rise of the Zhou family started after the third child sacrificed.

In five years, the Zhou family moved to the county one after another, and they all became regular workers in the city, taking up iron rice bowls.

But these people do not have their fifth uncle and aunt, they are still in Zhoujia Village.

Three years ago, when the uncle Zhou Mingli and the second uncle Zhou Mingyi, together with the elder Zhou Zhizhi, made the decision to drive out Yang Yuemei's mother and daughter, only fifth brother Zhou Mingren and aunt Zhou Minghe strongly disagreed.

But in this age when the eldest brother is like a father, how could the two of them resist the decisions of several older brothers.

Jiang Xiaohe, who has experienced various scripts in later generations, thought of several possibilities.

There is even one in mind that may be the biggest.

After thinking about it, the two reached the door of the main room.

I just heard a voice coming from inside, "Brother Jiang, let Liu Ye decide so. Don't go back on your words."

After a while, another voice came, "Big brother, Jiang elder brother is the master of one word. Tomorrow, big brother, hurry up and deliver the things. I'm afraid..."

Speaking of which, the voice stopped abruptly, because Yang Yuemei and Jiang Xiaochuan had already walked into the house.

When I entered, I saw a few people scattered in the hall. Two slightly fat middle-aged men sat on a bench by the wall.

A work cloth, but it looks relatively new, and there are no patches. It seems that the other party is living a good life, there are two bottles of liquor and a box of pastries on the table.

Now you need a wine ticket to buy wine, unlike the home-brewed sweet potatoes in the countryside. That stuff doesn't need a ticket, but it's not good. Pastries also require a pastry ticket.

"Father, grandma, are you looking for me?" Jiang Xiaochuan came in and ignored the two, but said directly to Father Jiang and Grandma Jiang who were sitting there.

The two brothers of the Zhou family sitting next to them were a little unhappy. The second elder Zhou Mingyi shouted directly, "Jiang Xiaochuan, why are you so rude, don't you know how to say hello when you see the uncle and the second uncle? Is that what your mother taught you?"

Jiang's father, who was about to speak, saw the other party's opening mouth and did not speak.

Jiang Xiaochuan sneered, "Uncle, Uncle? Why didn't I know that I still have Uncle and Uncle?"

Hearing Jiang Xiaochuan's words, Zhou Mingyi said with an angry face, "You bastard, your father is my younger brother, why am I not your second uncle?"

"Then why didn't you say that my father was your younger brother when you drove my mother to go with us and occupied my family's fields?" He was full of disdain for the second uncle's words.

When I have nothing to do, I wish my family could go as far as possible. Something has happened, is it too late to play emotional cards? He was certain that something had happened to a few people, and it was related to Jiang Mingxin, the father of the original owner.

"I…"

Seeing the second child, he had to continue talking, and Zhou Mingli next to him hurriedly stopped it. Now is not the time to quarrel. "Okay, second brother, stop arguing, we were wrong at the time."

Then he said to Jiang Xiaochuan, "Xiaochuan, it was your uncle and second uncle that were wrong at the time. Your grandma kept talking about you before her death, I hope you can go back."

"So I came with your second uncle this time, hoping to bring you and Xiaohe back."

"Look at your grandma's wish before she died, you can help him fulfill it," he said and squeezed out a few tears.

Yang Yuemei, who was standing next to her, was anxious for a while, but there was nothing she could do. In this era in rural areas, children generally follow the man, even if the husband is gone. If she hadn't been kicked out, she wouldn't have been able to take any of the three children with her.

Jiang Xiaochuan signaled his mother not to worry.

The original owner's grandmother is indeed good to her, but she is conservative in her conception, and she obeys her husband by marrying and obeying her son when she is old.

So when several sons asked Yang Yuemei to be kicked out of the Zhou family, she couldn't object.

"Oh...that's it...but I had a good time at Jiang's house... Besides, grandma is gone, what's the use of us going back."

The red face is over, it's time for the white face to show up. No, Zhou Mingyi next to him instantly became angry, "You are unfilial. If your father was here, he would definitely not do this."

This is the bad part of rural areas, filial piety is greater than heaven.

But this time he couldn't back down. You have to earn interest for yourself. Yes, it is profit. Not money, not land, but freedom.

"Okay, no matter what you say, I won't go back. It was you who drove us away, not us. It makes sense wherever you say it..."

"You..." The second child, Zhou Mingyi, was so angry that he couldn't speak. Indeed, it was his brothers who drove them out at that time, so it would be useful to take care of filial piety, but it was not too useful.

Father Jiang and Grandma Jiang, who had been sitting beside them without speaking, listened to a few people. One moment your father sacrificed, and then your grandmother died. Although I knew it wasn't them, I was still quite distraught in my heart.

When Grandma Jiang heard that Jiang Xiaochuan did not agree to go back, she immediately became unhappy, "Xiaochuan, you and your brother can't eat at home, can't do any work, and the family can't afford it. You and your brother can still enjoy happiness when they go back to the city. "

She didn't want the 200 yuan she got to fly away. You know, 200 yuan in this era is a lot of money for the countryside.

A busy family can have twenty dollars a year is incredible. Although you can go to work to earn centimeters for your family in the future, when will you earn 200 yuan?

So the two have to go...

Although Jiang Xiaochuan did not know what benefits the Zhou brothers had promised. But obviously Father Jiang and Grandma Jiang didn't want to keep the two brothers.

If it was a girl, Grandma Jiang might still stay and change her dowry. Boy, is there any blood relationship, so she wished the Zhou brothers would take her away.

The only problem now is the account. I and my younger brother are too young to have a single family. Unless there are special circumstances, I and my younger brother can only hang in the name of which brother in the uncle's family, so they still have to suck blood from their own brother.