After breakfast, we waited until ten o'clock for the scheduled excavator to arrive.
Song Shi handed a cigarette to the excavator master, then lit it and smoked it himself, pointing to the road at his feet, "I mean, it is directly connected from my yard to here, the slope is not big, and it is safer to drive down. As for the width of the road, it should be based on the width of the road."
"Yes, yes." The excavator master glanced at the path in front of him, which was only large enough for one person to pass, and took a puff of his cigarette. "It has to be filled with soil."
"No problem." Song Shi pointed to the vegetable plots on both sides, "These are all my family's, just watch and dig them."
"OK."
The two discussed some details again, and the excavator rumbled into action.
Building roads at home is a big deal.
Xu Cuifang had a smile on her face the whole morning. She went to the vegetable field early to pick vegetables, and took out a piece of fresh pork belly, eggs, etc. from the refrigerator, planning to prepare a sumptuous lunch.
The whole village is like this.
When you hire someone to do something, you need to pay for it. Otherwise, there are no restaurants in the countryside, so you have to waste time driving back to eat or work hungry.
Why bother.
Something about a pair of chopsticks.
By convention.
She was washing vegetables when she heard shuffling footsteps.
He turned his head and glanced, sighing inwardly.
At the top of the stairs, a skinny boy came over with a sleepy look and a tired look. He looked to be in his twenties, about 1.7 meters tall. His skin was unhealthy yellow, his cheeks were thin and sunken, his eyes were blue and black from staying up late, and his hair was It was ironed and messy. He was wearing a black mid-length down jacket, which was opened to reveal the gray woolen sweater underneath. A layer of grease was clearly visible on the collar.
It was Xu Cuifang's youngest son, the family's beloved gold and silver egg, and the lifeblood of the old Song family, Song Zidong.
"Are you up? Can you heat up the noodles you ate in the morning?"
He refused, "I'm tired of eating noodles every day." As he spoke, he squeezed out toothpaste and scooped out water.
Xu Cuifang looked helpless, "What are you going to eat if you don't eat noodles in the morning? How about I cook glutinous rice balls tomorrow?" Who doesn't eat like this in the countryside? It's not like in the city. They can rotate buns, steamed buns, porridge, rice noodles, dumplings and flatbreads every day.
After hearing this, Song Zidong took a deep breath and went out with the water glass.
"Hypocritical! It would be nice to have ready-made food. If you have the ability, you can cook it for me. I promise I won't have any objections..."
Song Zidong took the initiative to ignore his old mother's thoughts.
Cooking or something like that is impossible, not possible in this life.
If Song Shi knew what he was thinking, he would really laugh, wouldn't he? In Yuan Zha's life, the couple never ate the food cooked by their precious son until their death.
After Song Zidong washed up, he went to the house to get some biscuits and ate them in the yard.
Leisurely.
Checking the phone while chewing.
Say something back from time to time.
After finishing eating the biscuits, I grabbed the chicken coop, went to the kitchen to boil water and washed it, then used a hair dryer to blow out the shape, then grabbed the car keys and went out.
"I'm going out."
Without waiting for Xu Cuifang to answer, she strode away.
Xu Cuifang was still cutting meat, so she quickly put down her kitchen knife and chased her out, "It's time for lunch soon..."
It's a pity that the person has disappeared without a trace.
Soon, I heard the sound of a car starting from behind the house.
She pursed her lips and returned to the kitchen holding her breath.
You are so careless and think about fun all day long. No wonder you are still single when all your brothers are dating.
Angry and frustrated.
The three children are all carefree. They were all well-behaved and sensible when they were young.
I picked up the water bottle, it felt light, and quickly filled the kettle to boil it.
It would be embarrassing if the excavator master worked hard all morning but couldn't get a drink of water.
The Song family was building a road, and many people came to watch.
Some are envious, some are learning from others, and some are just watching the fun.
A group of people stood leisurely on the side of the road smoking and bragging.
“How much does an excavator cost per day?”
"Eight hundred."
"Ouch, it's a bit expensive."
"What can I do? It's the New Year soon."
"The road to your house is a bit long to build. It probably won't be completed in one day."
"It's almost the same. As long as it's roughly filled in and the rest is trimmed with a hoe, it will be Murakami's business."
"It's a great deal to build this road for you. You'll make a lot of money."
"That's right, if you spend money to repair it yourself, you should at least get this amount."
"So you should hurry up and make plans. If you don't take advantage of it, it might not be a good thing next year."
"My family probably won't be able to do it this year."
"My family can't do it either. Well, that family won't exchange the land, and they won't sell it."
"You also take it for granted, how to sell other people's homesteads."
...
...
The excavator didn't finish digging until 6pm.
What was originally a winding path was widened to more than three meters wide, and the trees on both sides were also plowed down, not to mention how open it was.
The driver declined the host's offer of food and walked away into the night.
Old Man Song was hunched over in the yard, sighing, and banging his homemade crutches on the concrete floor. He should have regarded the ground as an unworthy descendant who disobeyed and destroyed his ancestors' foundation and cut off his future.
"If you do evil, do evil, you will always regret it..."
Xu Cuifang walked to the main room carrying the dish. When she heard what he said, she immediately sneered and said, "You have done evil things all your life and God has not accepted you. I still don't believe that I will be thundered just by building a road." Cracked!"
Of course she didn't get a response.
When Old Man Song was young, he was bright and sharp, but when he got old, he also suffered from a common problem of most elderly people, deafness.
But his hearing is slightly different.
Good times and bad.
He couldn't hear any unpleasant words, and shouting into his ears at the top of his lungs was only worthy of a blank expression. As for anything else, it depends on his mood.
"It's time to eat, it's time to eat." Song Shi came out with chopsticks and followed the original attitude of turning a blind eye and turning a blind eye to the daily quarrels between his wife and his father.
Just an addiction.
Can't fight again.
Xu Cuifang looked unhappy.
Old Man Song walked in with a trembling expression and sat down on the table.
Nothing happened all night.
Song Zidong came back the next morning.
His eyes were dull, his shoulders were slumped, and his whole body exuded an unpleasant smell that was mixed with tobacco, alcohol, and foot odor. He was even more haggard and depressed than yesterday.
Xu Cuifang was startled and quickly grabbed him, "What are you doing? Have you eaten?"
If this wasn't her son, she would have thought he was a beggar from somewhere.
"Didn't you tell me? Watch them playing mahjong." Song Zidong replied impatiently, walked to the stairs and put on his slippers, "I'm going upstairs."
"Have you had breakfast?"
"I will not eat."
He stomped upstairs to his room, slammed the door, threw his clothes on the floor, kicked off his shoes, and fell asleep with his quilt covered.
There was a teacup on the bedside table next to the bedside table where a lot of cigarette ashes had fallen. The tea in it had been drained to the bottom, leaving only a pile of dead tea leaves. The ashtray was filled with cigarette butts, and there were about a dozen teacups pressed on the surface of the wooden cabinet. Traces of scorch.
Ten minutes later, Xu Cuifang pushed the door open and came in with a bowl of noodles.
"I cooked a bowl of noodles for you. You can eat it before going to bed." He put the bowl on the table and saw the sloppy floor beside the bed. He frowned and couldn't help but said, "The room you sleep in is still the same." You have to collect them. I have told you many times. Take out the cigarettes you smoked and throw them out when they are full. Also, your snack pockets and the trash cans placed next to you are too lazy to throw them away. Enter the house. It’s just a smell, which girl can stand it? Young people should like to be cleaner, and they feel comfortable when they look at it——"
"I know, I know! Are you annoyed? Okay, I'll stop later!" Song Zidong was irritated.
I'm sorry, it's because you feel uncomfortable, but I'm quite comfortable lying down anyway.
But he knew that if he didn't say anything to deal with it, his mother would have to talk about it for an unknown amount of time.
After drinking and playing mahjong all night, his head was dizzy and the pain was severe. If he kept hearing the curse, he would not survive.
Cover your head with the quilt.
He showed a refusal to communicate, ignoring the labor and management and not wanting to hear anything.
Xu Cuifang stared, extremely angry, "Remember to eat the noodles."
"...Um."
Close the door gently.
She stood in the corridor, looking at the clear blue sky. The sun was shining brightly, the air was fresh, and the years were so quiet... so quiet!
The old man is a difficult stumbling block;
Men are selfish, arrogant, vain, foolish and filial,
The eldest daughter is a stubborn person.
The second daughter is a deadbeat.
The younger son is, obviously, a slovenly slacker.
Just ask, can I not be anxious?
well!
