Xu Qingzhi walked home alone.

There are rice fields on both sides of the cement road in the countryside. It is a vast expanse of green as far as the eye can see. The rice has grown into ears but has not yet fully formed.

A man came over from the ridge of the field and recognized Xu Qingzhi. He shouted enthusiastically, "Qingzhi, are you here to help your dad look after the rice?"

Xu Qingzhi recognized the old man walking between the ridges of the fields as his former neighbor, Grandpa Liu Kaisheng, who lived next to the old house above. When Xu Qingzhi went to college, his family built a new house downstairs. He hadn't seen him for a long time and he looked much older.

She responded by shouting, "Little Grandpa, I'm just passing by."

"Oh, I heard that your dad went to help sell watermelons today?" Liu Kaisheng crossed the canal and walked up.

"Yes." Xu Qingzhi responded.

Liu Kaisheng also took this road back, and had to pass by Xu Qingzhi's house, so the two of them walked together.

As he walked, he said, "Qingzhi, your father is not young anymore, and you have a younger brother who needs to go to school. You have to make more money while you are still young. Otherwise, how will your younger brother get the money to buy a house and get a wife? There are many single men in the village who have no money now."

Xu Qingzhi laughed twice without taking it seriously.

There are many elderly people in rural areas who have this kind of thinking. Many of them have never left the village in their lives, so there is no need to get angry.

She half-jokingly teased, "Grandpa, your ideas are too old-fashioned. It doesn't make sense for a sister to earn money to buy a house for her brother. Now it's popular to work hard on your own."

"That's right. The young people of your generation have different ideas from ours. I'm not very good at controlling my mouth. I said the wrong thing before and made my granddaughter-in-law angry. She said I was feudal and never came to see me again." Liu Kaisheng shook his head helplessly.

Xu Qingzhi didn't say anything. She was never interested in other people's family affairs.

Liu Kaisheng looked at a rice field and said to himself, "The weather is too dry this year. It rained only last night in a month. I'm afraid the rice harvest won't be good. Life will be hard."

"It all depends on God's blessing." Xu Qingzhi glanced at the green rice fields and said as he was about to reach the fork in the road at the doorstep. He waved his hand and said, "Grandpa, I'm home. Let's go."

"Okay." Liu Kaisheng put his hands behind his back and nodded.

There is a small path less than 100 meters long leading from the main road to Xu Qingzhi's home. There is a pond on the right side of the road, and his own vegetable garden is near the courtyard in front of his house.

She walked back leisurely with her hands behind her back. It was quite comfortable to walk in this posture.

Wang Yanmei was standing at the gate. She saw her daughter and a man from a distance and shouted, "Qingzhi, who did you come back with?"

Liu Kaisheng heard it and shouted, "Sister Yanmei, it's me."

"Uncle Kai, it's almost time for lunch at home, come and eat together." Wang Yanmei waved.

"Okay then, Uncle Kai, come next time when you are free."

"Okay."

Liu Kaisheng walked away, and Xu Qingzhi also walked back home.

Xu Qingzhi did not participate in the above conversation and called it "formal talk" literature.

Wang Yanmei saw Xu Qingzhi and patted her arm hard, "You don't walk like that."

Xu Qingzhi has been controlled by her mother since she was a child. She used to feel annoyed, but now she feels a little happy.

She has been in the world of immortal cultivation for five hundred years. At first, she had a master, but later the master passed away and her fellow practitioners fought for power.

Endless betrayals and murders among fellow disciples.

The sect that had always prided itself on being bright was devoured and disintegrated from within.

She got into trouble with her mortal enemy who happened to be a powerful villain, forcing her to be even more aggressive in order to protect herself.

Afterwards, she no longer trusted anyone and lived in solitude for a hundred years. Apart from the people sent by her mortal enemy to assassinate her, only crows and big cats kept her company.

Wang Yanmei frowned and kept muttering, "Girls should walk properly, like human beings. No one would walk with their hands behind their backs and hunched over. It's too ugly."

Xu Qingzhi replied lazily, "I know, I know, Mom, I'm just walking for fun."

Wang Yanmei's stern face relaxed. Thinking of what she saw online last night, she couldn't bear to scold him anymore. "Okay, wash your hands and get ready for dinner."

Wang Yanmei turned around to leave when someone suddenly patted her on the back and she turned back.

Xu Qingzhi grinned at her: "Mom, don't walk with your back hunched."

Wang Yanmei picked up the spicy snacks piled at the door and pretended to hit Xu Qingzhi, "You have no respect for your parents."

Xu Qingzhi ran into the house first and hid.

What a wonderful scene of loving mother and filial son.

(End of this chapter)