Chapter 257: It might be a little later [Update 1]
After a long while, one of them rubbed his cold arms and asked softly, "Now that he's back, is our village safe? What if his son gets upset and breaks into someone's house in the middle of the night..."
"Oh, don't say that, it's creepy!"
"That's right, when I hear you say this, my scalp goes numb. Look, I have goosebumps all over my body."
"Why are you so timid? This is not a joke."
There were also sober people among the crowd, who quickly warned: "From now on, everyone must close the doors and windows. Let's go find the village party secretary and let him find a solution. We must not offend that family, or we will be retaliated against."
"Yes, yes, you are right. The village party secretary should be asked to handle this matter."
After the discussion, everyone went home to prepare dinner.
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After unloading the goods, Zhou Dongmeng led the driver into the house, simply cleaned the dust off his body, and sat down at the dining table.
Zhou's father and Zhou Dongmeng were there, but there was no wine, only tea.
Zhou Dongmeng explained cheerfully: "Master, you still have to drive the tractor, and it will be dark on the way back. We are worried about you drinking, so let's just not drink today and drink tea instead."
The driver waved his hands to indicate that it was nothing, and even picked up the tea bowl and clinked it with his.
They are all running a business and meet all kinds of people every day. In such a short time, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law can prepare a table full of steaming hot meals, regardless of whether there is wine or not. This shows that they are a kind family and treat people sincerely. To put it bluntly, they know how to behave like human beings.
The three men had a great time chatting about everything from life to business to the news; there was always something to talk about.
Zhou Dongmeng sat there for more than ten minutes, looked up at the old-fashioned wall clock, leaned over and told the driver the reason, then stood up and left the table. Before leaving, he told Zhou's father and the driver to continue chatting and eating.
He pushed the door open and went to the kitchen, where he saw his young wife sitting in front of the stove chatting with her mother.
The flickering firelight in the stove was reflected on the girl's fair and soft face. Half of her features were bright and the other half were cold. The warm light caressed her eyelashes, making them flutter.
Hearing the door open, the young wife turned around and looked over.
Seeing him coming out, she raised her red lips, with a little starlight in her pupils, and asked, "Did you finish eating so soon?"
Zhou Dong walked over and rubbed her head: "I'll finish eating first."
He paused, then asked softly, "Are you getting impatient?"
Chen Xiang shook her head: "No."
The man raised his eyes and looked at Zhou's mother: "Mom, have you eaten?"
"Xiao Xiang and I have finished eating."
Zhou Dongmeng: "Then Xiangxiang and I will leave first. We may be back a little later in the evening."
Zhou's mother warned worriedly: "Don't be too late."
"I know. Don't worry."
After he agreed, he leaned over and took his wife's hand. Chen Xiang stood up and they walked out together, pushing the tricycle to the gate of the courtyard. Zhou Dongmeng had tied a small stool to the crossbeam so that she could sit with her legs apart. She could sit like this for a long time without her legs getting numb.
Chen Xiang jumped up as the man helped her up. After she put her feet in place, she patted the back of his hand and said, "Let's go."
Zhou Dongmeng smiled helplessly.
Whenever the little girl goes out to make money, her tail would wag to the sky.
He propped up his long legs at his sides, turned around and asked Zhou's mother who was standing at the door to come in quickly. Then he took Chen Xiang to the county town in the gray evening.