Chapter 3505: Old Zhoutou 3
But Old Zhou refused to give up and continued, "Anyway, the house is still habitable, so let's just make do with it for now. We're lucky. When they built this house, they were generous with the materials, and they were all good stuff. The second and third sons have taken good care of it over the years, so the house doesn't look old at all."
"As for you, I came back and saw that you also built a large blue brick and tile house similar to mine. You must have made quite a bit of money by then, so why didn't you build a courtyard like Master Bai's?"
The old men and women: ...Who would think of building a yard like that for no reason? They are already very proud to be able to build a big house with blue bricks and tiles.
Old Zhou continued his attack, "The house you built behind me was modeled after mine, right? But it doesn't look as good as mine. I saw it when I passed by Dayuan's house. The corners are covered in moss, a thick layer. It's so damp, and you don't take care of it. Won't the moisture seep in through the corners?"
"Da Yuan, although you are a generation younger than me, we are about the same age. As we get older, we have to be more careful. Not only is it not good for us to live in a wet place, but what if someone passes by and accidentally slips? People of our age can't afford to fall."
Zhou Dayuan: ...The base of the mossy wall seems to be where the chickens are raised at the back. It's quite far away. The weeds there are more lush than the wheat in the field. Who would go there for no reason?
But they were still hit hard, and so were the other old men and women. So when they got home, they started nagging their children, insisting that they clean up the front and back of the house, and even pulled out the small wild flowers growing beautifully on the wall.
Old Zhou looked at it with disdain and whispered to Qian, "How foolish they are! Those little wild chrysanthemums are growing so well on the wall. Manbao once wanted to smear mud on the wall and plant flowers and plants there, saying it would look nice that way."
Qian: "...a whole house full of flowers, how could it not be beautiful? Even if they fade quickly, didn't you agree?"
Old Zhou muttered, "That's not my home..."
Qian no longer felt a headache when she heard this. Instead, she asked curiously, "What did you say to them? Why is the village so noisy lately? I hear them yelling at and beating their children every day."
"Nothing much, just saying that the house they built later wasn't as good as ours."
Qian stopped talking.
Old Zhou won another battle and went out again with high spirits and confidence.
The young and middle-aged people in the village watched him walk towards the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village. They felt their hearts trembling and wanted to cry, but they couldn't.
The old men and women in the village slowly came to their senses and privately criticized Old Zhou for his instigation, but when he came again, they still warmly welcomed him.
It's not just because of their decades-long relationship, but also because Old Zhou has seen many places and things that they have never seen. They can hear about things in the capital every day, not to mention that he has also been to other places.
Regardless of his abilities, Old Zhou has one thing that is recognized by all the old men and women in Qili Village - blessing.
When it comes to luck, no one in the village can compare to Old Zhou.
How blessed he is. He has been an only child since childhood and was raised spoiled by his grandparents and parents. Which child in the village doesn't start planting rice in the fields, fetching water and cooking at the age of six or seven?
But when he was six or seven years old, he could only stand by the field and hand the seedlings to his parents. If he was required to go to the field farther away, he would cry and refuse to go because he was afraid of the leeches in the field, and then his parents really wouldn't let him.
At that time, they were about the same age as him, and were working in the fields next door. Their parents had sent them to plant rice in the fields, and if they were a little slow, they would be scolded and beaten.
When he grew up a little, although he learned to work in the fields, he was lazy and spoiled. A boy of fourteen or fifteen years old was able to help his family plow the fields, but he had never done such work. The Zhou family had only this one son, and they were reluctant to let him do such heavy work. They either had to rent a cow to pull the plow, or his parents had to plow the fields themselves.
Who among the fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys in the village is not as thin as a bamboo pole and as black as charcoal?
Only he was different. He was fair, tender, and clean. Every day, apart from doing some light work, he would run around with the unattended scoundrels in the village, catching birds in the mountains and fishing in the river...
At that time, many young wives and girls in the surrounding villages liked to look at his face, but they just liked to look at it. The parents of the young girls looked down on Zhou Jin, and they did not have the courage to marry him.
Although it looks good.
But marrying a man means having clothes to wear and food to eat. The Zhou family is not very wealthy, and he has no brothers to help him. He is so lazy, how will he live in the future?
But Zhou Jin married a good wife. Qian was so capable and powerful.
Therefore, in the eyes of many old men and women of the same age and older than him, Old Zhou is the most blessed one.
Even though there was a drought later, Old Zhou was definitely one of the lucky ones.
At that time, there were about seventy households in the village. Who didn't have a death?
Later, everyone fled, and up to now, there are still more than ten households whose whereabouts are unknown. No one knows whether they settled outside or died on the way to escape.
Among the remaining families, every household had someone killed, with Old Zhou's family being the only exception.
With so many children, Mrs. Qian was starving to the point of being on her last breath. Zhou Yin sold himself to save the whole family and also found a way to make a living for the village.
After Zhou Yin passed away, all the blessings he left behind were finally repaid to Zhou Jin, so he was so blessed.
Although Zhou Yin died later, the Manbao he left behind was the reincarnation of a fairy from heaven. People outside said that she was the reincarnation of Taibai Jinxing from heaven.
Zhou Jin must be very lucky to have the opportunity to raise Manbao. Sure enough, she brought blessings to the Zhou family all the way, and helped them become better and better. Even their village benefited from it because Taibai Jinxing had lived there.
It turned out that Mr. Bai was right to choose to settle in Qili Village. The feng shui of their Qili Village is good, otherwise Taibai Jinxing would not have been able to be born in their village.
So even if they quarreled with Old Zhou, they would always be irritated by him and envy him in their hearts, but they still liked to play with him, like to sit with him, like to touch him, just to get some of his blessings.
Old Zhou quickly reintegrated into the circle of old men and women in Qili Village, and did not feel at all unfamiliar with them because of living in the capital for many years.
His life became smoother and smoother. Occasionally, he would take Qian to the banyan tree to chat with people. Every day, when his grandson came back from school, he would take them both home when he passed by the banyan tree.
Old Zhou and Mrs. Qian were walking in front, and the little grandson was skipping and hopping behind with his schoolbag on his back. When he saw the two shadows huddled together, he became interested and started skipping and stepping forward, looking extremely happy.
(End of this chapter)
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