My own reply was, "Southwest, I can't take your money. You should buy it for your Nan Nan."
Southwest put the box in his hands: "Nannan has plenty. My grandma and my mom have bought her as many as they can."
Xiaoling said with envy, "Southwest, what does 'Ke Le Jin' mean? It means that Nan Nan has several hair ties and several pairs of bows."
Southwest laughed: "Xiaoling, I really don't know how many hair ties or bows Nannan has, but I've seen you wearing the same two hair ties over and over again. Girls should dress up nicely, you know?"
"Xiaoling, Xiaoling, we've arrived from the Southwest!"
Tang Jianjun's voice interrupted Tang Xiaoling's recollection. She quickly put the box back in its place, looked at the somewhat blemished mirror on the wall, and thought, "Hmm, not bad."
Southwest brought over a wild boar leg; Grandma knew Dad had arranged the marriage and asked her to bring it.
Tang Jianjun recognized the wild boar leg as the piglet he had hunted that day and happily took out his long-hidden bottle of baijiu. "Southwest, come have a drink with your master."
With the wild boar meat, lunch became even more sumptuous, and Yan Xinan even took out some coupons from his pocket:
"Master, Grandma asked me to give this to you. She said that young women need coupons to buy cloth and cakes."
Tang's mother quickly took it. She wanted to buy some fabric to make a wedding dress for her daughter, but she couldn't buy it without a ticket.
"Southwest, I'm completely at ease knowing that Xiaoling has married into your family," Tang's mother exclaimed.
Southwest smiled: "Teacher's wife, don't worry, my family members are all good to their wives. Look how good my dad is to my mom, how good Southeast is to Xuemei, and I will be good to Xiaoling too."
Tang Jianjun didn't say much. He filled his glass and drank it all in one gulp. His daughter's matter was settled, and now it was his son's turn. But his son was in the army, and he couldn't control him.
At the Yan family home, Cuihua was excited. Tang Xiaoling herself knew that although she wasn't particularly beautiful, she was still pretty.
Most importantly, she has a good personality. Tang Jianjun was a great help when he was helping with the roof beam construction at his house. Unexpectedly, it was his daughter who wanted to move in in the end. It really is a cycle of cause and effect.
Grandma Yan was also happy. Her second grandson was not young anymore; he was eighteen this year and could get married. Tang Xiaoling was the same age as Southwest.
Grandma Yan started consulting the almanac. "It won't work now, it's freezing cold. We have to wait until spring. But spring won't work either, we need to rush the harvest and do deep plowing, and there's no one to help."
"Let's do it in the summer then, when everyone has free time, and Southwest has graduated," Grandma Yan pondered as she flipped through the almanac.
If you've given a dowry of 300, then hold a banquet and give them a watch as well. The two grandsons should be treated equally.
Yan Xiaonan looked at her grandmother talking to herself and felt a warmth in her heart. She closed her eyes and her consciousness drifted into the mountains.
It was the same woodland, the same big rock. Turning a corner, I realized I had reached the cellar, and the box that had previously appeared blurry was now clearly visible.
Through the box, Yan Xiaonan's consciousness began to pound. Although she had long ago guessed what was inside, the reality still shocked her.
Boxes of gold and jewelry, antiques and calligraphy and paintings, and bolts of silk and satin.
Could those silks be the legendary Sichuan Shu brocade, or perhaps Song brocade or Yun brocade?
Please forgive my ignorance, I have never seen it before.
Unfortunately, these things absolutely cannot be taken out now, or we'll be in for a scolding.
Yan Xiaonan opened her eyes with satisfaction. When she grew up, she wouldn't have to worry about starting her own business in Beijing.
Yan Xiaonan scrambled to her feet and crawled to Grandma Yan's side: "Grandma, I'll make sure you eat well and drink well in the future, wear fine silks and satins, and have lots of big gold bracelets on your body and wrists."
Grandma Yan was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Good, good, Grandma is just waiting for Nannan to give Grandma a gold bracelet. You know, I love gold."
Yan Xiaonan's eyes lit up. He would first get a few gold bars for his grandmother to play with, no, for her to bite.
Cuihua came in and patted Yan Xiaonan's little bottom: "You're just good at making your grandma happy."
Grandma Yan shook her head and said, "Cuihua, you just wait and see. Wait until your daughter dresses you in gold and silver and lets you eat and drink the finest food."
Yan Xiaoqiang leaned closer: "Daughter, can you get your dad a case of Lao Bai Gan?"
Yan Xiaonan said disdainfully, "Dad, why bother with baijiu? Let's just get Moutai."
Yan Xiaoqiang was startled. He had seen it at the supply and marketing cooperative in the county town. In addition to liquor coupons, industrial vouchers were also required, and the price was expensive, eight yuan a bottle.
Yan Xiaonan knew exactly what her father was thinking: "Dad, next time you go to the county town, ask Uncle Zhao for some liquor coupons, or just get some Moutai."
"Next time? What next time?" Grandma Yan said anxiously, "Nan Nan, Grandma won't allow you to do that again, Grandma is worried."
Yan Xiaonan thought for a moment. The family currently had more than four thousand yuan, and after the Southwest got married and the family separated, there would still be at least three thousand yuan left, which would be enough for ten years.
So she immediately and obediently hugged Grandma Yan's arm: "Grandma, don't worry, I'll do whatever you say."
Cuihua rolled her eyes at Yan Xiaoqiang and said, "It's all your fault. You're not allowed to drink anymore."
Yan Xiaoqiang touched his nose. He hadn't intended to drink Moutai; it was all because of his daughter's filial piety.
Bei Nan came out of his room. He had been working hard for more than half a month, reviewing his elementary school textbooks from the third grade.
When encountering something I don't understand, I either ask Southwest or South South. I can't eat Kangcai dumplings myself; they're bitter and astringent, and I can't even swallow them.
I've already reviewed up to the first semester of sixth grade, and I've also completed my winter break homework diligently. This year's winter break homework was really easy; I could finish it all in one day.
When Yan Xiaoqiang saw Bei Nan come out, his face darkened noticeably. In his mind, Bei Nan was the one who most resembled his second brother.
Bei Nan was bewildered, watching her father leave with a cold expression, feeling somewhat confused.
Nan Nan and her grandmother knew what Yan Xiaoqiang was thinking, but they didn't think too much about it. They would separate the family after getting married, and there would be no problem.
Cuihua brought out a bowl of wild boar meat and pork rib soup, and also a large bowl of white flour buns. Lunch was already late, so they wouldn't eat dinner.
Watching Bei Nan wolf down his food, Yan Xiaonan was a little confused. She could understand why Bei Nan wolfed down his food when there was no food at home, but now that almost every meal was oily and greasy, why was he doing this?
Grandma spoke up: "Bei Nan, eat slowly, no one will take it from you."
Bei Nan choked for a moment before realizing that his old habit had flared up again. For some reason, he felt nervous whenever he saw food, as if he was afraid someone would steal it from him.
Yan Xiaonan guessed that this might be a psychological problem for Bei Nan. In the past, there was not much food at home, and there were many boys, with Bei Nan being the youngest.
Therefore, the practice of scrambling for food is deeply ingrained in both the North and South, and changing this bad habit will be quite difficult.
We can't use the threat of not feeding Bei Nan anymore; it will only worsen his psychological trauma.
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