Chen Xia drove a 212 small jeep and stopped at the threshing ground in Yanggang Village, which immediately caused a sensation in the village.
There were almost no cars coming to Yanggang Village. Everyone thought that some important leader had arrived, so they all ran out to watch the fun, including Yang Wanhuo, the village party secretary.
Yang Wanhuo is in his sixties and is wearing a heavy blue cotton jacket and trousers, which are already the best clothes he has in the village.
Looking back at Chen Xia, Gu Lin, Chen Qiu, and Chen Dong, they were all wearing bright down jackets and sneakers. Their attire was no different from that of young people in 2020, let alone the countryside in 1981.
Oh no, it’s already January 1, 1982.
The four of them were dressed like overseas Chinese in the eyes of the villagers. The villagers gathered around and laughed and watched the fun, but no one dared to get close.
Yang Wanhuo quickly stepped forward and grasped Chen Xia's hand. "Hey, Chief Chen, you're such a rare guest. Welcome, welcome."
The two had met several times. This time, when Qingfeng Pharmaceutical opened, Chen Yigen set up several tables in the village, and Chen Xia attended. Rural people were obviously more inclined to curry favor with a genuine cadre like Chen Xia.
After Yang Wanhuo finished his polite conversation, he asked softly, "Are you here to see your grandparents?"
Chen Xia nodded quickly, "Secretary Yang, how are they now?"
"What else can I do? Your grandpa curses people at home every day, and your grandma is the only one who does the work. Don't even mention your uncle, he's a complete scoundrel."
Speak of the devil, and he will appear. Chen Xia's adopted uncle Yang Guanshan was watching the fun in the crowd not far away. He obviously did not recognize that these fashionable city people were his own nephews and nieces.
Yang Wanhuo pointed to the middle-aged man in the distance who was wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket and holding a piece of grass root in his mouth and said, "Look, that's your uncle."
Chen Xia and the others all looked over, their eyes full of curiosity and unfamiliarity.
Not to mention Chen Xia, the reborn one, even Chen Qiu and Chen Dong didn't recognize him. Although the two families lived not far away, Yang Guanshan never went to Qingfeng Village, so it was strange that he knew him.
The three sisters of the Chen family obviously had no intention of going up to recognize their relatives. When the Chen family was at its lowest point, this uncle never cared about these "orphans". The so-called family affection was just that.
Gu Lin whispered in Chen Xia's ear, "This is your uncle. Aren't you going to go say hello?"
Chen Xia shrugged, and Chen Qiu and Chen Dong followed his example and shrugged as well. The three of them had the same idea.
Chen Xia handed a pack of Hongtashan to Yang Wanhuo, "Secretary Yang, please show us the way. Let's go to visit my grandmother's house."
When Yang Wanshan saw that it was a high-end cigarette like Hongtashan, he laughed so hard that his eyes could no longer be seen.
"Okay, come on, I'll take you there."
At that time, the rural areas of Yuezhou were really poor. Cars could only be parked in the threshing ground outside the village, and cars had to walk across a stone bridge to enter the village.
The environment in the countryside is very dirty, with garbage everywhere. You may step on chicken droppings or something after walking a few steps. Obviously, there are no cleaners and no centralized garbage disposal.
The roads in the village were mainly paved with stone slabs, which sometimes shook when walking on them. There were almost no straight roads, and they were so crooked that Chen Xia could no longer tell east from west.
Everyone walked carefully. The three Chen siblings, coming from rural areas, were accustomed to these roads. Gu Lin was a little unaccustomed and walked very slowly. Chen Xia held her hand, and the two of them walked and looked around as if they were visiting an ancient village.
Along the way, Chen Xia even had the mood to squat down and look at those things that looked like antiques, such as broken bowls, stone benches, and even the broken furniture piled at the door for firewood. Unfortunately, after looking for a long time, he didn't find anything good.
Yang Wanhuo led everyone through a gate and pointed to a house in the distance and said, "The one with the wooden barrel at the door is your grandfather's house."
At this time, I heard another round of cursing from inside the house, "Are you blind? You can't see I'm coming? You put a washbasin on me and want to kill me? Why don't you just go out and wipe it off?"
After a while, the wooden door opened, and out walked a thin old lady, wearing very thin clothes. She was standing at the door, wiping the water stains, and suddenly noticed a group of people standing not far away, and was a little stunned.
I didn't recognize my grandson or granddaughter at first.
Chen Qiu said to everyone in a low voice with tears in her eyes: "This is grandma..."
(Readers, do you think that at this moment background music should play, and the three Chen sisters should hug their grandmother and cry bitterly?)
But it didn't.
When Chen Xia heard the strange old man's scolding in the house, he didn't want to walk into the house. There was no doubt that they would be greeted not by a family hug, but by shovels, stools and knives thrown at them.
Meeting will only be embarrassing, so it’s better not to meet.
But this old lady looked nice. Chen Qiu said that she had secretly visited them several times before, but she had no money on her, so she did not provide any help. Chen Xia could understand this.
"Secretary Yang, please help call my grandmother out. We'll be waiting outside the stage gate."
"Okay, I'll go call her over."
Chen Xia took his younger brother and sister to the outside of the stage gate. After a while, the old lady came out, tears streaming down her face, but she gritted her teeth and didn't cry out loud.
The two sides were several meters apart, staring at each other in silence. Chen Xia sighed, nudged the tearful Chen Qiu, and said, "Go up and say hello."
Chen Qiu walked up and called out "Grandma," and the two of them hugged each other. The old lady cried and blamed herself:
"Grandma is sorry for you, Grandma is sorry for your mother..."
Just as Chen Dong was about to burst into tears, Chen Xia covered his mouth with her hand and said, "Little ancestor, cry softly. Be careful not to lure out the weird old man in the house."
Before Chen Dong could comfort her, Gu Lin burst into tears. The crows above Chen Xia's head flew over one by one...
Several people finally stopped crying. While the old lady was holding Chen Qiu and Chen Dong, she also looked at Chen Xia.
The previous grievances between the two families have nothing to do with the current "Chen Xia". He just wanted to make the deceased Yang Lijuan feel at ease, so he came to visit her parents' home. This must be what she wanted her children to do.
"Hello, grandma. I'm Chen Xia, and this is my girlfriend, Gu Lin."
Gu Lin called out sweetly, "Grandma."
The old lady was a little nervous in front of her grandson and his wife, who were all dressed up. "Okay, okay."
Chen Xia handed her the gift in her hand: "Grandma, I am the second child. My eldest sister is studying in the provincial capital and is not back. You can take these back and eat them."
"No, no, you sisters have such a hard life. Don't spend money on an old woman like me. It's not worth it, it's really not worth it. I didn't take care of you brothers and sisters. I feel guilty for you..."
The old lady is still feeling deeply guilty...
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