308 If you want to leave, go ahead
Early Tuesday morning, Jiang Baohai drove to Shanghe Village to pick up his wife and children.
Jiang Qiyue squatted on the parking lot, using his grandfather's teapot to make mud balls. He saw his father's black Santana from a distance and shouted excitedly:
“Dad! Dad!”
Although they call each other every day, the father and daughter haven't seen each other for half a month.
As soon as Jiang Baohai got out of the car, a small cannonball rushed up.
"Baby, do you miss daddy?"
Jiang Baohai picked up his daughter and turned his face sideways. The little girl immediately expressed her longing with actions and gave him a loud kiss.
"I miss my dad and grandma the most."
Jiang Baohai rubbed his daughter's hair, and when he saw her dirty hands and the mud balls on the ground, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
I looked down and saw that my newly bought trousers and shirt were covered with muddy handprints.
"Jiang Qiyue, you are really a good daughter to your father." Jiang Baohai said gritting his teeth.
Jiang Qiyue smiled and immediately put his hands behind his back.
Now, her own clothes were dirty too.
The father and daughter looked at each other and were hesitating whether to go into the yard when Gao Qinghe, who had heard the noise, came out with a smile.
Without getting close, just by vaguely seeing the stiff posture of the father and daughter, I guessed that Jiang Qiyue must have done something bad again.
I looked closely and saw that it was my dad's teapot. That was all right.
"Let's wash up." Gao Qinghe said to the father and daughter with a smile.
The father and daughter looked at each other. It seemed that mom/your mom was in a good mood today.
Jiang Baohai walked over with his daughter in his arms, kissed his wife, and then took his daughter to wash her hands.
As for clothes, you can’t wash them clean now. Wait until they are dry, then rub them with your hands a few times and the dirt will come off completely.
Jiang Baohai is so experienced that this is obviously not the first time he has dealt with this kind of problem.
As a father with a naughty, active and very curious daughter, I can only find ways to provide for her.
The father and daughter have reached a tacit understanding. Jiang Qiyue stretched out her little hand and cooperated with her father to clean.
"Apply soap." The little girl reminded her father.
He washed his hands, put them under his nose and smelled them. They smelled so good. He then held them in front of his father so that he could smell them too.
Jiang Baohai took a sip and it smelled like lemon. "Smells good!"
"Have lunch before leaving?" asked Old Mrs. Tian.
"Grandma." Jiang Baohai greeted her and said it was hot at noon, so they should leave early and not have lunch at home.
With his little tail, he walked straight to the bedroom upstairs.
Jiang Qiyue actively opened the wardrobe, Jiang Baohai took out a luggage bag, and Jiang Qiyue carried her mother's clothes to the sofa. The father and daughter cooperated tacitly and quickly packed her mother's clothes.
Jiang Qiyue had her aunt pack her clothes long ago, and put the toys and fish tail specimens into a small shoulder bag, which she carried on her own.
The father and daughter came down from upstairs carrying their luggage, and Gao Qinghe had just finished breakfast.
"Goodbye, Madam! Goodbye, Grandpa! Goodbye, Auntie! Goodbye, little chickens!"
Jiang Qiyue waved goodbye to everyone and the chickens in the yard, then holding her small backpack, she obediently climbed into the back seat where her father had specially customized the fixed cushion for her.
Jiang Baohai fastened the laces for her and couldn't help but pinch his daughter's serious face.
Jiang Qiyue bared his teeth and made a face at his father.
Jiang Baohai couldn't help laughing. He patted his daughter's head and reminded her, "Mommy will sit in the front with Daddy today. If you need anything, call Daddy."
Jiang Qiyue waved his hand impatiently, "I know!"
Ever since she was conscious, Jiang Qiyue knew that as long as her father was around, her mother would not belong to her alone.
The car door closed, Gao Qinghe signaled to his family not to see him off, nodded to Jiang Baohai, and the family of three drove away.
Old Mrs. Tian was reluctant to leave and stood in front of the parking lot for a long time before turning around.
But then I thought, now the train from the provincial capital goes directly to Qing County. When I miss them, I can just take the train into the city and arrive in four hours. I sighed in my heart that the country is getting better and better.
As Gao Qinghe and his family of three drove into Zhaozhuang, they saw Qi Lianxin chatting with villagers on a small stool under a big tree at the entrance of the village.
She had been waiting here all morning, just to see her granddaughter as soon as possible.
Jiang Qiyue saw his grandmother through the car window and shouted, "Grandma!"
Qi Lianxin carried her down from the car and felt his heart finally settled down. He immediately told the villagers under the big tree that he was going home.
The grandfather and grandson carried the small stool and walked back by themselves.
Gao Qinghe and Jiang Baohai drove back home first, took out the luggage and the vegetables that Old Mrs. Tian had stuffed into the car, and put them in their proper places.
They were going to move to the provincial capital in three days. They had brought more food from the village than they could finish. Gao Qinghe told her mother-in-law:
"Pick some out and send some to the neighbors. It's so hot, they'll rot if left out for too long."
Qi Lianxin's mind was full of his granddaughter. While responding, he took out all the snacks in the house and turned on the TV, trying to attract Jiang Qiyue's attention.
"Grandma, can you play games with Yueyue?"
"Whatever cartoon Yueyue wants to watch, grandma will tune it for you."
"Grandma will make some steamed egg custard for Yueyue later. Yueyue loves it the most. What will I do if I can't eat it when I go to the provincial capital..."
As he spoke, he secretly wiped away a tear.
Gao Qinghe changed into her home clothes and came out of the room. She saw it all and looked at her husband speechlessly.
Jiang Baohai took off his shirt, sat by the door and rubbed the mud his daughter had made on him, and said again:
"Mom, since you're so reluctant to part with Yueyue, why don't you just come with us to the provincial capital?"
Gao Qinghe lay down on the sofa, ate his daughter's snacks, and snatched the remote control to turn to his favorite program.
"Mom, I really can't take care of Yueyue by myself without you."
Jiang Qiyue glared at her mother angrily, she wanted to watch cartoons!
Gao Qinghe: "It's not time to play cartoons yet. If you don't believe me, I'll tune to every channel and show you."
There are only eight channels in total. Gao Qinghe checked them all and found that there was not a single cartoon.
Jiang Qiyue's eyelids, widened with anticipation, drooped a little, "Okay."
"Grandma, play house with me."
I took the doll grandma gave me and went to look for Optimus Prime that dad bought.
There was only an empty box left where the toys were kept. Jiang Qiyue screamed, "Dad!" There is a thief in the house!
Jiang Baohai hurried over and smiled, "Your toys have been sent ahead of time. You can play with them when you get to your new home."
Jiang Qiyue didn't understand what "sending" meant, but knowing that she could still play with her dolls in her new home, she felt relieved and continued to play with them.
Qi Lianxin looked at his granddaughter with reluctance, then looked back at the tablet of Jiang's father on the shrine.
"If you want to leave, go ahead. I won't leave. I can't leave your father alone. If I leave, no one will burn incense for him during the holidays."
With the policy opening in the past two years and the experience accumulated by Jiang Baohai throughout his life, it only took three years for the group's business to get on track.
Now that production in the rear is stable, Jiang Baohai is going to the provincial capital to open up new markets.
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