However, Zhang Dongtian is his cousin. He didn't feel much happy after hearing everyone's ridicule and in front of him.

So Zhang Yingxiong argued with the woman who was leading the way and wanted to start arguing.

Li Gen, who had been playing cards, called Huang Dan, and he threw out a red peach a, "Go and buy a package of cigarettes for me."

Huang Dan said, "No money was given."

Li Gen squinted his eyes, "You can't ask for money when playing cards, it will affect your luck."

Huang Dan still didn't leave, and it was useless to wink Zhang Yingxiong.

A few women were watching, whispering that Huang Dan was not good at being a human being and had no eyesight and could not be as small as a fucking fucking.

Someone pleased and said he wanted to buy it for Li Gen.

"Put the cards first."

He said with a smile, Li Gen continued to play cards.

At the end of this card, a guy got the chance to play the card and played the smallest straight 3 to 7. He kept it specially, thinking that no one would want it and would definitely leave. He was about to throw away the extra 3, but he didn't expect Li Gen to pick it up and went straight to the other party's road.

Li Gen waited for him with one hand, from 4 to 8, no more or less five cards, just left, and his buddy was stunned.

The other two were busy and regretful, and both felt that their cards were good.

Li Gen turned the matchbox around and glanced at the young man, "You went and said it was what I wanted, and the shop will keep accounts."

Huang Dan left now.

Li Gen shuffled the cards and shouted, "Do you know which brand to buy?"

Huang Shan said, "I know."

Li Gen only smoked Qixi in a golden packaging, one piece of five-day pack, and the smoke body was slender and there was no filter. He always had that smell on his body, and he could smell it from afar.

Huang Dan bought the cigarette and went back, and the game was over. Li Gen was counting the money, one or two cents, and there were a stack of them.

Li Gen took the cigarette and tore the transparent outer skin on it, "You are not wearing your feet, why is it so slow to buy a cigarette?"

Huang Dan said that he met a madman on the road and ran after him. In order to get rid of the madman, he ran away.

The young man returned seriously, Li Gen was stunned, and the jokes were not easy to continue, "Where is the madman?"

Huang Dan said he didn't know.

Taking a cigarette on the table, Li Gen suddenly approached and frowned, "You really smelly, didn't you get the feces?"

Huang Dan said, "I've got it on my shoes."

Li Gen looked down and saw a stain on the upper grinning on the left of the young man, "…Fuck."

"What else do you wear with your shoes that are so bad?"

Huang Dan said, "I don't have any shoes to wear, my mother is making it for me."

Li Gen clamped the cigarette behind his ear, collected the tickets and playing cards on the table, "Come with me."

Huang Dan followed silently, guessing that this person wanted to give him shoes, and there must be old shoes that he couldn't wear.

In the yard, Wu Cuiling was picking beans and Wang Yuemei was in a wheelchair to feed the chickens, "Winter is coming."

Huang Shan called someone, "Auntie, Sister Cuiling."

This was the first time he had seen Li Gen's mother Wang Yuemei, a few years older than Chen Jinhua. He did not feel rough and vicissitudes, and the eyes of the years were filled with the smell of precipitation.

Wang Yuemei was clean and tidy and dressed properly. She paid great attention to her appearance. She had her fingernails trimmed and had some silver threads on her sideburns, and all of them were kept behind her ears. A few honeysuckles were fixed in her hair with black clips.

Even at her early fifties, she had a temperament that was something other women in the village didn't have, including Chen Jinhua.

Huang Shan learned from the original owner's memory that Wang Yuemei loved her eldest son and didn't like her second son. She was futile and only knew that she was embarrassed outside and wiped her butt a lot at home.

Wang Yuemei turned over the porcelain basin and patted it, "What are you looking at in winter?"

Huang Dan came back to his senses, "That black-tailed chicken looks like my family."

Wang Yuemei joked, "The chicken was hit by the neck, and the location was different from yours. The chickens in your family were hit on the butt."

Huang Dan said, "Yes."

"Auntie, I made the mistake."

Li Gen took out two pairs of shoes, "See if you can wear them."

Huang Dan took off his dirty shoes with his mouth open and stuffed his feet into the blue-gray sneakers, "You can wear them."

He went to try another pair, which was also suitable.

Li Gen said, "These two pairs are my former shoes. Since you can wear them, you can take them back and wear them."

Huang Dan said, "Thank you brother."

Li Gen waved his hand and went to the chicken coop and touched the eggs.

Huang Dan's hand was a pair of shoes, "Auntie, Sister Cuiling, I'm back."

Wu Cuiling suddenly said, "Winter, wait."

She went back to the house and got a few books, "This is Chinese, mathematics, and another one is 300 Tang poems."

"I heard a hero mention it two days ago that you want to study, so you can take these back and read them first. If you don't understand, you can ask me."

“…”

What else could Huang Dan say besides saying thank you? He turned around and left in his arm.

Two roosters were fighting with their wings in the yard, and the porcelain basin in the middle was shattered.

Wang Yuemei asked Wu Cuiling to remove the porcelain basin, and she frowned, "When did you wash your hair? Why is it greasy?"

Wu Cuiling said, "It's been two days."

"This summer, if you don't wash your hair for two days, you won't be too bad."

Wang Yuemei's words were strong, "Wash her hair and then cook lunch."

Wu Cuiling responded, "Okay."

Wang Yuemei seemed to remember something, "He Wei is sick, please find time to take an old hen."

Wu Cuiling looked up, "But mom, He Wei..."

Wang Yuemei said impatiently, "Cui Ling, mom knows that you are a cultural person and read a lot of books. I don't need mom to teach you the worldly style."

Wu Cuiling held the porcelain basin, "What mom said."

It was not until Li Gen came over with the egg that the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law's conversation ended.

Huang Dan went home and told him about his shoes.

Chen Jinhua pulled the chicken on the hemp rope to drive the rice bed, "Please take what you give it to you. After working hard, mom will finish making your shoes and we will have new shoes to wear."

It doesn’t matter if it’s new and old, it’s good shoes that fit.

He went to wash rice and cook rice, something he had never encountered since he was a child. If the housekeeper saw this scene, he would faint from fright.

Chen Jinhua limped into the kitchen, washed the gourd, put it on the chopping board to cut it.

Huang Dan sat by the hole in the pot, grabbed a handful of pine hair, wiped the matches and lit the fire. When it was ignited, he quickly plugged it into the hole and threw a little bit of firewood into it.

He didn't know how to do it at first, but now he's doing it well.

They are all forced.

Huang Dan held the tongs and tweaked them in the pot hole, and asked casually, "Mom, can you tell me about Aunt Wang's past?"

Chen Jinhua's voice was sandwiched in the neat voice of "Dangdangdang", "Why did you suddenly ask this?"

Huang Dan said, "I saw Aunt Wang sitting in a wheelchair today, but I still couldn't stand up."

"She was irritated and had a stroke, and it was difficult."

Chen Jinhua said, "It used to be more bitter than it is now."

Huang Dan's face was reflected by the flames, and it was red, "Is it?"

Chen Jinhua said yes, it was very bitter, and said that there was no food at that time, and there was a famine. If you commit a crime, you would be beaten to death. Later, it gradually got better.

Huang Dan listened carefully.

"You Aunt Wang can dance and sing opera when you were young, and you are very decent."

Chen Jinhua put the cubes into magnified bowls, "She and I married into the village. She married the village chief at that time. I married a pockmark, and I was your father."

Huang Dan said, "Mom, you are better than Aunt Wang."

Chen Jinhua listened to her son's words and smiled on her face, "It's all about making your mother happy."

Huang Dan put down the tongs and held his chin to see the crackling firewood. Wang Yuemei, who was in her fifties, looked younger than Chen Jinhua, who was less than fifty years old.

To be precise, no one in the village can match Wang Yuemei if she puts them together.

If I were twenty or thirty years younger, the gap would definitely be even greater.

"Is Aunt Wang a village flower?"
To be continued...