This is not some ledger.
땤 is a floor plan of a courtyard house with a square layout.
Apart from this, there is no other information, not even a number or punctuation mark.
Cai Jinhua took a closer look, and then she laughed, grinning with her gap-toothed face exposed.
"Isn't this our home?"
Pointing at the layout of the house, he introduced it one by one. "The east wing is where your grandfather and I live. The south wing belongs to the old lady. The north wing belongs to the second wife. Zhigang and his children all live in the west wing. Two years ago, your cousin Zhiqiang got married and built two new rooms."
"There is a persimmon tree next to your house. It bears abundant fruits every year. They are plump and sweet. During the famine, our family relied on it to survive."
As she was speaking, Cai Jinhua suddenly fell silent, her kind and gentle face full of nostalgia.
There were faint tears in her eyes, and she tilted her head and quickly wiped them away with the back of her hand.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Ningning's heart ached and she felt very uncomfortable.
The old lady and the old man were hard-mouthed but soft-hearted, and they were always thinking about their son. Even though she was angry with Jiang Ming and broke off the relationship, she kept the house for their family for so many years.
There is no deep hatred between parents and children.
The knot that could not be untied, with the sacrifice of Jiang Ming's wife, the old man sent the young man away, all turned into endless regret and heartache.
"Your father returned to his hometown before the accident. Maybe that's when he hid the account book there."
Jiang Ming had anticipated that something would happen to him, so he not only arranged for his wife and daughter to return to his hometown for refuge, but also left evidence there.
If the old factory director and others persist after his death and threaten their lives, the account book can become a bargaining chip for the mother and daughter.
pity.
No matter how well he planned, he never expected that his wife Li Mingxia would also die with him. What she didn't expect was that the old factory director and others would be so shameless that the youngest daughter would completely turn against her old family.
The old lady took a deep breath, gathered her strength, and turned her grief into strength. "Ningning, I will buy a ticket and go back to my hometown to look for you tomorrow."
Although Cai Jinhua looks strong and energetic, she is, after all, over 70 years old.
Jiang Ningning didn't dare to let the old lady go back by train alone. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "I'll go with you after May Day."
Cai Jinhua frowned and was about to refuse when she heard her granddaughter say something she couldn't refuse, "It's just right for me to visit my parents' graves. I didn't have time to go back for Qingming this year."
Logically, Jiang Ming and his wife should be buried in their hometown, but Cai Jinhua and her men had a scene and the two families lost contact. Finally, the county leaders ordered that they be buried in the Martyrs' Cemetery.
After finding the clue in the account book, Cai Jinhua put her worries aside, her appetite improved, and she ate two full bowls of dinner.
After cleaning up quickly, he hugged the two little glutinous rice balls into his arms and kissed them, and asked, "We're going to Jiangcheng to watch a show the day after tomorrow. What kind of cakes do you want to eat?"
Xia Xia is not picky about food and can eat anything.
"It's so distressing!" Manman sighed.
His two light eyebrows twisted into a caterpillar, his cheeks puffed up, and he looked at the old lady with his slightly round eyes, which made Cai Jinhua's heart soften.
"Since it's so hard to choose, then don't choose. Grandma Zeng will do everything for you."
Who knew that after hearing this, Manman shook his little head and sighed even more heavily.
Cai Jinhua was full of doubts and raised her eyes to ask Jiang Ningning silently.
Jiang Ningning smiled without explaining.
After creating a good atmosphere, Xiaotuanzi began to perform: "I thought about it carefully, and it seems that there is no simple and effortless pastry. No matter what it is, my great-grandmother has to spend half a day to make it."
"Thinking about my great-grandmother who had to bend her waist all the time, I feel particularly uncomfortable here."
The little hand points to the heart.
Cai Jinhua was moved.
No, she was already moved to tears.
How filial the great-grandchildren are!
Manman took advantage of the hot iron and said: "Grandma Zeng's cooking skills are 10,000 times better than the chefs in state-owned restaurants. No matter what kind of cakes she makes, they are invincible and delicious. But,"
Cai Jinhua's heart was like fireworks exploding, and her voice was so gentle that it seemed like water could drip out: "But what?"
"Just like mom said, we brought you to the island to enjoy life, not to work as a laborer." Manman held the old hands, "That day, we will just reluctantly go to the state-owned restaurant and have a few bites."
If we rank cooking skills, mom would be first, uncle Zhigang would be second, and great-grandmother would be second...after Heidan's dad.
Grandma Zeng has been frugal all her life and is reluctant to add salt, oil or sugar. The overall evaluation is that the dish is slightly better than filling, but a little less delicious.
Jiang Ningning: “…”
Xia Xia: “…” Goudan learned this trick so that he wouldn’t be beaten by Aunt Wen every day because of food issues.
The living room fell into a brief silence.
Only Cai Jinhua was so moved that the corners of her eyes turned red. She took out her handkerchief and blew her nose excitedly. Ying! Her Manman is such a caring great-grandson.
Tomorrow she will show her skills and use her lifelong cooking skills to make all kinds of cakes for him! !
Not only tomorrow, but also the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow!
The moon emerged from the clouds, quietly climbed onto the roof, silently witnessing the moment when the little dumpling's flattery failed.
At the same time, there is the same bright moon both inside and outside.
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놂 sand farm.
It was hot at the end of April and mosquitoes were flying around in the grasslands near the river.
Huo Donglin and Cui Jin lay in the haystack, with several lumps on the exposed skin on their bodies.
The mosquitoes that had been hungry for a day were very venomous and fierce. The red spots were painful and itchy. Cui Jin turned her body from time to time and scratched it with her hands.
Looking next to him, Huo Donglin was standing there motionless like a sculpture.
It seemed as if even the collapse of the sky could not disturb him.
The mosquitoes on the farm are nothing. The environment in southern Yunnan is really bad.
Chinese soldiers possess a willpower that rivals that of gods.
"Lie down and don't move. People are coming." Huo Donglin's black eyes accurately locked onto the swaying flashlight not far away, and he raised his hand to hold down the moving Cui Jin.
Cui Jin gritted her teeth, endured the huge itch, and lay back, looking up.
In the moonlight, two stealthy figures came straight towards the thatched hut where they lived. Both of them were holding a wooden bucket in their hands and they tiptoed around and sprinkled something.
He soon smelled the night wind - gasoline!
What they wanted to do was to use fire to burn him and Huo Donglin to death in the house.
Oh my god, how dare they?
When Huo Donglin was investigating during the day, he noticed that the farm director looked strange. He was perceptive enough to take him outside, but the consequences were unimaginable.
Cui Jin widened her eyes, her head buzzing.
Although he had experienced several crimes as a profiler, he had only written and drawn pictures in the police station. This was his first time to visit the crime scene in person.
The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became. My teeth couldn't stop chattering, and the noise was like that of mice secretly gnawing at corn.
Huo Donglin's expression was cold: "..."
The two people opposite were feeling guilty and were very alert to their surroundings.
"Block the door, I'll go over there and take a look." One of them picked up the firewood from his waist and tiptoed towards the haystack.
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