In a blink of an eye, it was time for Luan Feng to get off work. She pushed the motorcycle out from a small room behind the office and the communication room.

"Oh! This motorcycle is well taken care of this time, like new."

Seeing that Luan Feng’s motorcycle was brand new, Wan Feng praised it.

Luan Feng was very excited: "That's right, I take good care of it now, and I wipe the dust every day."

The feeling of pride is beyond words.

Wan Feng had no idea that Luan Feng had already dealt with her first motorcycle. After it fell into a ditch several times, hit a small tree, and scraped against the railing of the small bridge at the entrance of Xiaoshutun Village, Luan Feng firmly believed that the motorcycle was haunted and there must be some problem that was always causing trouble for her.

Since she had a grudge against it, she had to get rid of it, so she sold it to Jiang Min for a hundred yuan at a very wasteful price.

Jiang Min was so happy that she almost fainted on the spot. But now she has cleaned herself up and is riding her bike to and from get off work in good condition.

This is not a problem that Luan Feng cares about. After dealing with it, he went to the machinery factory and bought a new one that day. He has only been riding it for more than ten days today, so how can it not be new!

Luan Feng didn't plan to tell Wan Feng about this. If she told Wan Feng, she might get beaten. Although she was a little careless, she was not stupid.

As for whether Wan Feng would know about it in the future, this question is so profound. Who cares if he knows or not? If he doesn't know at all, it will be a day.

It is a bit difficult for the Jialing 50 to carry a person, but fortunately Luan Feng is only over 100 pounds and not too heavy.

But this guy was not honest. He sat in the back and poked here and there. There were two times when Wan Feng was harassed and lost his balance and almost rode his motorcycle into a ditch.

This woman is hopeless. No matter how many times I tell her to behave herself when riding in a car, she just won't listen.

Wan Feng drove Luan Feng back to Wahou. When he passed the machinery factory, he wanted to get off but was stopped by Luan Feng.

"Don't think about anything today. Just come with me to buy groceries and cook."

Wan Feng had no choice but to sit on the back of the motorcycle and wait for Luan Feng to come back from buying groceries.

Ten minutes later, Luan Feng bought a bunch of vegetables in large and small bags and pushed them back home on a motorcycle.

Luan Feng's mother lit the fire and Luan Feng fried, while Wan Feng went to his grandfather's house.

But I found that my grandma and uncles had already prepared the meal and were about to start eating.

Ever since my uncle became the team leader, Jiang Xue announced that he would resign and devoted himself to taking care of the children, serving his parents-in-law and doing housework at home.

So, there’s nothing wrong with using other people’s food for breakfast.

"Hello grandma, hello uncles!"

Grandma has been taking Chinese medicine for a long time since her last physical examination. Now she is not only in good health, but also has a radiant complexion.

"Xiaofeng is back, it's a good time to have dinner here." Jiang Xue warmly invited Wan Feng to have dinner.

"Feng'er is cooking at home. I came here to ask you to come over and eat together. You guys are already eating."

"Just let your uncle and your grandpa go. Your grandma and I won't go."

OK.

Wan Feng pushed the door and entered the inner room.

At my grandfather's house, he was still sitting on the kang listening to the tape recorder. He was not listening to any pop songs, but local operas, with his eyes closed, looking extremely intoxicated.

Wan Feng's greeting clearly showed that he had never performed local opera before, and his grandfather didn't even respond.

It was not until Grandpa opened his eyes that he saw Wan Feng.

"Oh! Xiaofeng is back?"

"Hello, Grandpa!"

"Okay, what brings you back?"

"I won't be back until the afternoon." As he spoke, Wan Feng sat on the edge of the kang with one leg raised, took out a box of ginseng filter cigarettes he bought in Changchun from his pocket and gave one to his grandfather.

"Has Grandpa been secretly drinking white wine recently?"

Wan Feng's grandfather was addicted to alcohol in his previous life. He drank whenever he had nothing to do, and after drinking a few times, he developed a cerebral thrombosis.

Therefore, Wan Feng now has nothing to do and he teaches his grandfather the harms of drinking.

In his previous life, Wan Feng’s words were worthless to his grandfather, but in this life, his grandfather obeyed his every word.

Liquor has been replaced by beer, and no more than one glass of draft beer can be consumed at a time, and no more than one bottled beer can be consumed at a time.

"No, no, just some beer, one at noon and one in the evening, but nothing in the morning."

"Okay, keep going. If you stop drinking altogether, you'll live to be ninety-nine."

Zhu Xianyu laughed out loud, like a child.

Whenever an old person says he can live to be ninety-nine, they usually laugh like this.

"Feng'er is cooking at home. I came here to ask you and my uncle to come over for dinner and chat."

"What are we going to eat there? It's too troublesome. Feng'er's parents are over there, so I won't go. Just ask your uncle to go there by himself."

After saying this, grandpa went to watch local opera again.

Wan Feng knew his grandfather's temper very well. If he said he wouldn't go, he probably wouldn't go, even if he had eight horses pulling him.

Wan Feng didn't say much and went to his uncle's room again.

Zhu Ping was lying on the kang and playing with his child. The little guy was three years old. When he saw a stranger coming in, he hid behind Zhu Ping.

"My grandpa won't go over, so why don't you go over?"

Zhu Ping didn't act pretentiously and got up to send the child to Wan Feng's grandfather's room, and then went to Wan Feng's room with Wan Feng.

Before the food was ready, Wan Feng and Zhu Ping sat on the kang in Luan Changyuan's room and chatted.

At first they were chatting about various trivial things in the village, and as they were chatting, Zhu Ping seemed to suddenly remember something.

"Did your family receive the letter I wrote?"

Wan Feng was stunned by the question: "I don't know! What's the matter?"

"Your great aunt's uncle has taken care of your family's affairs. Please ask your father to come over. I've written to tell him."

"My dad doesn't need to come while I'm here, right?"

"Did you bring your household registration book?"

Wan Feng didn't bring this with him. Although he needed these things when going out, Wan Feng was now familiar with going out and didn't need that thing at all.

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