Zhou Tianyu was reluctantly following his father towards Song Tan's house.
The further I walked, the wider my eyes became!
He has been back to the village for several days, but the villagers are all elderly people. When they meet him, they ask about his marriage, children, dating, house, car, salary... This makes him very reluctant to show up, and he has been spending the past few days at home enjoying the air conditioning.
His father had told him more than once to talk to Song Tan.
He understands so well!
When you are young, let other people's children give you some learning experience. When you are older, let other people's children give you some success experience...
Therefore, I resisted it with all my heart.
But there was nothing I could do. My parents kept urging me, so I had to follow them reluctantly.
But I never thought that although Song Tan’s house is in a remote location, the house is built so well!
The white walls, gray tiles, and flying eaves make it look like a garden, exquisite and grand!
However, there was a large empty concrete lot in front of the door, with only an old pickup truck parked there. He felt as if weeds were growing in this fairyland, which was very discordant.
I couldn't help but mutter: "Why leave such a large piece of cement ground at the door? The rusticity of the mountain village is gone, and the exquisite villa is gone, the two are not related..."
Zhou Maozhu indeed glanced at him and thought that the child was becoming more and more out of control.
His family doesn't have the conditions. If they did, who wouldn't want to have such a large piece of concrete floor
I heard from Song Sancheng that the ground underneath his door is made of concrete!
It is so convenient to dry corn and vegetables! You don't have to step on the mud when it rains! You don't have to drive a motorcycle into the yard and make a lot of dirt.
It is also convenient for relatives to drive over during the holidays.
In short, in Zhou Maozhu's eyes, the large concrete ground outside the yard was simply perfect!
But he said nothing.
Because he had noticed it in the past two days. The more he talked, the less Zhou Tianyu believed it and the less he wanted to listen.
Why not bring him here today and let the child accept the challenges from successful people.
As they entered the yard, the family of three sniffed together—
"Oh, this alcohol smells really strong."
Mao Zhu's wife sighed.
Zhou Tianyu's eyes lit up—
What a nice smell of wine!
Wulan was holding a large stainless steel basin filled with steamed pumpkin skins and small grains of crops of unknown color piled on top.
What is this? Zhou Tianyu muttered, it looked familiar, but he couldn't name it. But it smelled so strong, could it be some new product, purple rice fermented glutinous rice
He seemed to have suddenly realized something, and secretly commented: The fermented glutinous rice wine is not cooked well. The whole yard is filled with a strong smell of alcohol, which is too strong.
"Tianyu, this is your Aunt Wulan." Zhou Maozhu reminded him.
Zhou Tianyu was quite good at entertaining people, and at this moment he smiled: "Aunt, are you going to make pumpkin sweet wine soup tonight? The wine smells so strong."
His face was full of anticipation.
Ah this.
Now it was Ulan's turn to be embarrassed. Holding the large stainless steel basin, she didn't know what to say for a moment.
Mao Zhu's wife thought something was wrong and quickly came up to smooth things over: "Yes, the smell of alcohol is too strong. Wulan, what did you make? It looks like sorghum."
He glanced at his son again, thinking that what Mao Zhu said made sense. His family didn't grow much sorghum, but it was not uncommon in the fields of the village. How come after being away for a few years, the child couldn't even recognize sorghum
Wu Lan heaved a sigh of relief, and quickly laughed and brushed the matter off lightly:
"We have some wine brewed at home. The steamed sorghum is useless. We can just mix it with pumpkin peels and feed it to the pigs."
As he spoke, he looked at Zhou Tianyu and praised him: "This is Tianyu! It's been a while since we last met. You've grown so big! But you're a little thin. Is it stressful to live in a big city? Come back and ask your mother to stew some more meat for you."
I thought to myself: Just like what Qiao Qiao said, a square face. But the cheeks are sunken...
No, no, I can’t think about it anymore!
When she thought about the pose that Qiao Qiao made with her pouty lips, she felt like laughing.
Zhou Tianyu's face suddenly turned red.
He even asked if the lees were the ones that were used to feed pigs, or if they were pumpkin liqueur soup for him to eat
After all, you live in a big city. If you lose your confidence when speaking, you will lose face.
Zhou Maozhu came forward with interest, stretched out his hand to pinch a handful of sorghum, and then smelled a stronger aroma of wine. At this moment, he couldn't help but look forward to it:
"Good wine! Good wine! I am so grateful to your family for this evening."
"What's the big deal?" Wu Lan smiled nonchalantly and greeted Qiao Qiao:
"Come on, get some plastic bags and put them all in these bags."
After all, there are too many sorghum and rice husks to feed them all in one meal. It's hot today, so it's not good to just leave them in the jar. I might as well listen to Song Tan and pack them up and freeze them. It's better to take out a bag every now and then to feed them.
A group of people were chatting, and Zhou Maozhu asked his son and daughter-in-law to help Qiao Qiao pack the bags. While looking left and right, he couldn't help asking:
"Where's Sancheng? Where's Tantan?"
Wu Lan pointed to the back slope and said, "We need to find a place to store the wine we brew. I want to store it in the sweet potato cellar. But the sweet potato cellar in my house has not been used for many years. The child and her father will go down to clean it up."
…
On the back slope.
As soon as the old door panel was removed, a stuffy air rose from underneath.
Their cellar was actually quite large. After all, in those days, winter storage and grain storage all depended on it, and every family had many children, so Song Youde dug it according to the situation at the time.
Not to mention one jar of wine, even a hundred jars would be no problem!
It was just that the opening was narrow, and after letting the air in for a while, Song Sancheng told Song Tan: "Go slowly, and tell dad if you feel uncomfortable."
Although their cellar is basically not stuffy, what if it is
Song Tan pulled the hemp rope around his waist, looked at Song Sancheng who was carefully pulling the rope around the tree, and said comfortingly: "
It's okay, Dad. I've been doing a lot of work at home, so I'm more flexible now."
As he spoke, he pushed himself up with both hands and went down through the cellar entrance.
On the slope, Song Sancheng nervously pushed the hemp rope in his hand bit by bit, watching it slide inch by inch along the tree trunk towards the sweet potato cellar.
And below, if Song Tan hadn't been afraid of scaring her father, she would have untied the rope long ago.
The sweet potato cellar has not been used for more than ten years, but because it is well sealed, there is no dust, moisture, or water seepage.
There were just a bunch of bugs on the wall, and quite a few were crawling back and forth on the ground.
If Song Tan came down from that time, he would have to shout a few words.
But at this moment, she just said "Yi-" in disgust, and then snapped her fingers lightly.
The spiritual energy spread instantly!
It was like an invisible force field pressing in all directions.
The insects paused for a moment keenly, and then fled quickly like crazy through the hidden and winding cave entrances, but in an instant they were already far away from the sweet potato cellar.
Song Tan then slowly let out a breath.
Looking around again, the entire cellar was not only restored to its cleanliness and freshness, but the walls were also slightly blocked by the spiritual energy that had just spread, which was very proper.
She took a small broom and symbolically swept away the cobwebs in some places, as if she had completed her task.