He bowed his head slightly and said politely, "Thank you for your help, Grandpa. I will stay here tonight."

"It's not a big deal. Don't be disgusted. I'll go back and make the bed for you. You can stay here tonight." Xu Dongru waved his hand, looking as if to say "please don't be polite."

Jiang Xiao had been in the village for so long that he had become familiar with the Xu family. He pretended to be jealous and said, "Grandpa, I sleep with Si Ran every day, why don't you ask me to live with you?"

Xu Dongru snorted, and the old man looked proud and said, "Who told you to say that the things my granddaughter gave me were not good when we met? You are not nice to talk about, and you give people a bad first impression."

Jiang Xiao said helplessly: "Grandpa, this happened so long ago."

The old man ignored him and enthusiastically inquired about Huo Fengyan's personal information, such as his name, where he lived, and how many people were in his family. When the old people in the village met young strangers, they would ask questions as if they were checking their household registration books.

Most young people are quite disgusted by it.

Huo Fengyan answered them one by one.

Xu Dongru then asked what kind of job he did, how much he earned, and whether he would have a pension when he got old. At this point, Xu Qingzhi grabbed her grandfather and said, "The bayberry wine in the house is ready, and it tastes pretty good. Grandpa, do you want some?"

If she didn't stop him, her grandfather would continue to ask countless questions.

Xu Dongru stopped asking and said, "You guys keep the delicious food for yourselves. Grandpa won't drink it."

"I've brewed a lot, come and try it." Xu Qingzhi pulled him into the house directly, poured him a glass of bayberry wine, and poured a glass each for Jiang Xiao and Huo Fengyan.

This afternoon they were weeding on the flat land behind the mountain, and it was quite hard work.

Xu Qingzhi didn't let them go, but they insisted on going.

Especially Jiang Xiao, who has been rushing to do work everywhere recently, as if he wants to drain all the energy from himself.

In the past, he would only come after Wen Shanshan came.

Jiang Xiao comes here every day recently, and many of the tasks that Xu Qingzhi was originally supposed to do have been taken away by him.

"This wine is delicious." Xu Dongru drank a lot of wine, and this fruit wine was not strong, so he finished it in three or four sips. "This bayberry fruit is good, and the wine brewed from it tastes good. Your aunt used to love drinking fruit wine, and she also loved brewing it herself. At that time, she grew her own grapes, and the wine she brewed was also delicious."

Xu Qingzhi remembered that his family did not allow children to drink alcohol before they reached adulthood.

But fruit wine with a low alcohol content is an exception. The wine brewed by my aunt-in-law's family is 90% fruit aroma and 10% wine flavor, which is especially delicious.

Later, when she grew up, she bought a lot of wine from outside, but none of them tasted like the fruit wine that her aunt brewed. The wine she bought tasted more like wine, which she didn't like.

This is one of the reasons why Xu Qingzhi wanted to make wine in the Xiuxian world because she missed home. She tasted it once when she was a child and could never forget it, so she made her own blend.

There is also rice wine. The rice wine brewed by my aunt's family is relatively light in taste and can be considered sweet wine, but people in Taoshui Village like to call it rice wine, and there is no such thing as sweet wine.

The rice wine bought outside tastes either strong or light, but none of them is as delicious as the one brewed by my aunt-in-law.

"Qingzhi, I'm leaving first." Xu Dongru felt uneasy when she thought of her little daughter. "I'll go to your aunt's house."

Xu Qingzhi stopped him: "It's so far, I'll take you there on my tricycle."

Xu Qing knew that he couldn't persuade Grandpa at this moment, "Then please bring some bayberry wine to my aunt."

Although they didn't interact much, the aunt was a very gentle person. Xu Qingzhi looked at the half-full jar of bayberry wine left and went to get a clean bottle to fill it up.

If the wine was for Xu Dongru to drink herself, the old man would probably not agree, but when he heard that it was for his youngest daughter, he nodded and accepted it.

He carried a bottle of bayberry wine and walked all the way to his youngest daughter's house.

The shabby wooden door was half-closed all year round. Xu Dongru pushed open the door and shouted loudly: "Fuchun."

"Hey." Xu Fuchun responded. She was sitting on the bed in the inner room, watching a short video on her mobile phone in front of her. She staggered to her feet and walked out.

After walking a few steps, Xu Dongru came in. Looking at the dark and damp house and her daughter's shaking hands, her eyes turned red. "Why is your left hand shaking too? When did it happen?"

Xu Fuchun's right hand was shaking badly, but his left hand was only shaking slightly. "It rained a few days ago, and my left hand started shaking too. Dad, don't worry. This is bound to happen sooner or later. I know what's going on."

The old man felt even more choked with pain in his heart. There were five children in his family. The eldest daughter died early, and the other three sons were all living decent lives. Life was a little difficult when they were rich and powerful, but now they are prosperous. However, the life of his youngest daughter was not easy.

"Fuchun, when are you going to Kyoto for a check-up? You mentioned it last time, why are you still dragging it on? Today I want to ask this Ergou Wa about it." The old man said this with gritted teeth. Ergou Wa is the nickname of Fuchun's husband.

When she was happy, Xu Dongru called him a good son-in-law, and when she was unhappy, she called him Er Gou Wa in private!

"He's been busy with the rice in the fields these days. Dad, please don't say anything about him. It's not that he doesn't want to, but I can't bear to spend the money. Anyway, at this age, I'm almost done with my life. If I go to Kyoto, I might have to spend a lot of money on medical treatment, which will add burden to the two children." Xu Fuchun sighed, "This is my life, Dad, please don't worry about me."

Xu Dongru took out a black plastic bag from his trouser pocket, opened the bag, counted the neatly folded stack of money inside, kept the last few ten-yuan and five-yuan bills, and piled the rest into a stack and stuffed it into his little daughter's hand.

"What's the point of talking about life or not? When I was a teenager, I got a serious illness. Your grandmother said there was no hope for me, so I just lay in bed for three or four years. Now I'm over seventy years old. You take the money and go to Kyoto for medical treatment. If you run out of money, ask your three brothers for it. If any of them dares to ignore you, I'll pick up my hoe and beat him to death!"

"Dad, I don't want it." Xu Fuchun stuffed the money back.

"You keep it!"

Xu Fuchun's tears fell. The pain had already tortured her to the point of being emaciated. She looked lifeless. Her hands holding the money shook even more violently, and she stuffed it back desperately: "Dad, I can't take this money. You never accepted the money I gave you during festivals. When you're a hundred years old, I'm afraid I'll be gone. I won't even be able to help with the coffin. Just keep it for yourself and don't worry about me."

"Just take it. Why are you so stubborn?" Xu Dongru frowned and reached out to knock her on the head. "You have been a fool since you were a child. If I give you money, you should take it. Only a fool would push the money away."

Xu Fuchun held the stack of money as if it weighed a thousand pounds, but soon she discovered the problem, "Dad, where did you get this money? Did you ask your brothers to help me get it?"

This is a thick stack, at least seven or eight thousand.

His annual living expenses are a few hundred yuan and a few hundred kilograms of rice for each son. He can collect red envelopes during the holidays and has to give some back to his younger generations. Where does he get so much money?

If I didn't ask my brothers for it, how could there be so much?

Xu Dongru put his hands on the table, and said with a hint of pride: "I earned this money myself, old man, so just take it. Don't push it around. It doesn't look good."