"Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

They both spoke at the same time.

Zhou Yian blinked and said, "I came here to see Uncle Zhang. My name is Zhou Yian."

"I'm Uncle Zhang's son, Zhang Pengyue." The man in military uniform also introduced himself and opened the door. "Come in. My father mentioned you. You're Zhou Zhiqing, right?"

"Yeah." Zhou Yian replied. Why did Uncle Zhang bring that up? Why did this guy become so cold when Zhou Zhiqing was mentioned?

Fortunately, after entering, Zhang Pengyue went into the house by himself, and Uncle Zhang was still lying on the recliner basking in the sun.

Zhou Yian walked over and took a small stool to sit beside him. "Your son?"

"What?" Uncle Zhang sat up and looked at her. "You like her? It's a pity you're married."

"I don't like him." Zhou Yian retorted. Just like her former head teacher, she was very cautious, although he was pretty.

Zhou Yian asked maliciously, "I'm just asking, why haven't you gotten married yet at such an old age?"

Uncle Zhang, as expected, was stabbed in the back and was a little defensive. "He's just trying to make great achievements! Do you understand what making great achievements means, little girl?"

"I understand, I understand." Zhou Yian was amused by Uncle Zhang's reaction and found it a bit funny.

"I see you don't understand anything." Uncle Zhang was still a little angry. It was like a knife stabbing his heart. He had been worried about this matter these days.

After retiring, I can finally settle down.

But he doesn’t want to be introduced to a lesbian, which makes me so worried.

"I don't understand." Zhou Yian didn't bother to argue with him. "I've become a scorekeeper. I came to tell you something."

"Just do it, I have some skills." Uncle Zhang muttered.

"I also brought you some snacks." Zhou Yian took out a bag of pork jerky, "Would you like some?"

Uncle Zhang smelled it and found it quite fragrant.

Ah Huang also came over.

Zhou Yian pushed its head away, but Ah Huang was not angry and still stayed by her side.

Uncle Zhang took it, unwrapped the oil-wrapped paper, and took a bite. "I didn't expect you to have such a skill."

I ate two slices and felt a little reluctant to finish them.

Uncle Zhang wrapped it up, and Zhou Yian handed over another bag of dried venison. "The previous bag was pork, and this bag is venison."

"What are you doing? If you are being too attentive to me, I'm either a traitor or a thief." Uncle Zhang wanted to push it away, but after hesitating, he finally took it. It smelled a bit nice.

"Ask Uncle Zhang about your fertilizer issue." Zhou Yian said, "Or let Village Chief Ge talk to you."

"You're quite good at asking questions." Uncle Zhang also smiled. "Let him talk to me. Has he had lunch? Let my son make it."

"What a pity, I've already eaten." Zhou Yian couldn't imagine that the scene of Zhang Pengyue cooking should be quite interesting.

"Then come and eat it next time." Uncle Zhang secretly took out another piece of pork jerky to eat, which was really good.

"You haven't had lunch yet, Uncle Zhang." It's almost one o'clock.

"Eat it and ask you."

"Okay, then I'll just come over to say hello and leave." Zhou Yian stood up and prepared to leave. "I still have to go check on the fields in the afternoon."

Although she doesn't have to do it, she still has to do the inspection.

"Hey wait." Uncle Zhang also stood up from the recliner. "Being a scorekeeper doesn't give you much freedom."

"It's okay." Zhou Yian replied. There is no such thing as a perfect job.

Seeing Uncle Zhang walking into the house, Zhou Yian didn't follow him. He decided to play with Ah Huang for a while.

This dog looks shiny and clean today. I guess it has had a bath.

Zhou Yian started masturbating with peace of mind.

It's furry and quite comfortable.

"Here." Uncle Zhang handed her something, "Here's the wine ticket."

"The deer blood wine is already brewing." Zhou Yian replied. The wine was brewed from the surrounding villages and had a high alcohol content.

"Take it even if you want to soak it. I don't need it. I don't drink." Uncle Zhang stuffed it into her hands. He wanted to give it to her last time, but unfortunately he didn't have many tickets on him at that time, so he gave them all to some comrades and relatives.

"And this." Zhou Yian was given another can of malted milk. "Take that and drink it too. It's too sweet. I don't like it."

Zhou Yian once again felt that Uncle Zhang and Grandpa were a bit like each other. They were both stubborn and sometimes even though the food was specially left for her, she would still say she didn't like it.

Zhou Yian laughed, "I don't like drinking either."

"What don't you like to drink? You smell like malted milk." Uncle Zhang glared at her.

Huh? Is there anything? Zhou Yian smelled himself and felt nothing.

"Are you trying to help me?" Zhou Yian was a little unconvinced. How could he smell something he drank in the morning?

"Why are you trying to help me? I can tell what's going on ten miles away just by smelling it." Uncle Zhang boasted confidently.

Zhou Yian definitely wouldn’t believe it, this cow is too big.

In the end, he didn't take the malted milk. Zhou Yian always felt that Uncle Zhang was saying one thing and thinking another. He must like sweet food in his heart. After all, pork jerky is a bit sweet.

But he got all the wine tickets. For these wine tickets, Zhou Yian even went to the department store and took out three bottles of Moutai.

Even if you don't drink it, you can keep it. After forty or fifty years, if you are short of money, you can sell it. If you are not short of money, you can drink the wine you have treasured for so many years and think about it, it will be great.

Zhou Yian rode his bike back.

Here, Zhang Pengyue walked out and looked at his father.

"Can you smell it ten miles away?"

"Get out, get out." Uncle Zhang got angry when he saw him. He was almost thirty years old, but he was not in a hurry at all.

Zhang Pengyue, “…” He is quite nice to other girls, but why is he like this to his own child?

"Girls are getting married in their teens, and the good ones are picked up by others. You don't even know what you are doing." Uncle Zhang scolded again.

This time, Zhang Pengyue didn't even look up, and went to get it by himself. "What snack is so delicious? Give me some too."

Uncle Zhang took two steps forward and grabbed the pork bag. "This bag is for you."

It would be nice to have some venison.

PS: In the eyes of the elderly, twenty-six is ​​approximately equal to thirty.