A few days later, when the news spread that Meng Anchang and others would stay in the provincial capital and would not return, the villagers became more and more restless.
Especially young people in their twenties and thirties, who begin to shoulder the responsibilities of the family, understand the importance of money, and still have the passion unique to teenagers in their hearts.
Many people thought that if an old lady in her seventies who rarely left the village could make money in the city, then what made them worse?
It doesn't make sense that he is not even as good as an old man in his twilight years.
In previous years, the villagers of Mengjia Village would stay in hibernation after the winter snow, but this year, a large number of brave, wild-minded and active young people have been rushing out.
These people's purpose is very clear, to go to the city to make money, make a lot of money.
Almost none of them think of working in a factory. Not only is it still hard to find a job nowadays, but the monthly income of a few dozen yuan is far less than what an old lady can earn from setting up a stall.
Meng Sheng was at home, listening to the occasional visitors talking about who had left the village again. He felt that he saw a brighter and more glorious future for the villagers of Mengjia Village than in his previous life.
After all, in the previous life, the villagers gradually left the mountains after the 1990s.
No matter what others do, Feng Yijia and Meng Sheng continue to live their lives leisurely as usual.
Stay in bed in the morning, study food and drink during the day, and have in-depth communication in various postures at night.
The couple turned their simple life into honey, so sweet that Feng Youcai, the ghost father-in-law, couldn't bear to look at it. He spent less time hanging out and spent the whole day hiding in the copper coins to sleep and nourish his soul.
Good days always pass quickly.
Amidst the falling snowflakes, the village was unknowingly filled with the festive atmosphere of the New Year.
The adults made candy for the Kitchen God, roasted melon seeds and peanuts, fried various meatballs, and cooked smoked meat and cured fish. The aroma of various foods filled the entire village.
The children ate all kinds of delicious food that they rarely get to eat in normal times, and ran around happily, making constant noises.
Feng Yijia and Meng Sheng were at home, following the villagers' lead in making various preparations for the New Year.
It was already the twenty-seventh day of the lunar year. Feng Yijia was washing a basin of bacon and muttering to Meng Sheng, "The New Year is just a few days away. Mom and the others are addicted to making money. Why haven't they come back yet?"
Just as Meng Sheng was about to answer, he heard the voices of several children outside the yard shouting, "Sister Yijia, your runaway mother is back!"
Because she had boiled a pot of malt sugar on the 23rd, Feng Yijia looked at the group of children who gathered at the gate of the yard smelling the sweet fragrance, and gave away half of the pot, so she became "Sister Yijia" in the eyes of the children.
After the children finished shouting, they didn't stop and ran away in a group.
When Meng Sheng heard this, his eyes lit up. The people had finally arrived, and the things he had worked so hard to make could finally be used.
But she couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth. She hadn't seen her for more than ten years, and it took her so long to come and see her daughter. It turned out that not everyone is suitable to be a mother.
Then he turned around, went into the house, took out a bottle of something and fiddled with it.
Feng Yijia paused while washing the meat, then continued working as if nothing had happened.
She was not really in her twenties. She hadn't seen anyone for thirty or forty years in her past and present lives, and any longing she had had was completely gone.
Now, whether that woman appears or not has no effect on her mood at all.
The children had short legs but were very quick. After they ran away like the wind, it was a long time before anyone came to the gate of the yard.
Leading the group was a tall and strong man wearing a military coat. He had a square face, dark skin, and looked particularly majestic. This was Yang Tiejun, who had a stepmother and a stepfather.
Walking alongside him was a beautiful woman with fair skin.
The woman had a slim figure and looked about 70% like Feng Yijia.
No need to think, this is Feng Yijia's mother Zhang Xiu.
Behind the two of them were three half-grown children, two boys and one girl, carrying things.
They were all handsome, well-mannered, and wore brand new clothes and shiny black military boots. They were very different from the wild and untamed children in the village.
Even when he saw Feng Yijiajia, there was no trace of intimacy in his eyes, only naked scrutiny.
The moment Zhang Xiu saw Feng Yijia, her eyes turned red. She walked quickly into the yard, but stopped when she was two or three meters away from Feng Yijia.
Tears streamed down her face as she looked at Feng Yijia with tearful eyes and cried in a hoarse voice, "Little darling, my little darling!
I'm sorry, Mom, for not visiting you for all these years!
Mother thought that since your uncles and aunts were taking care of you and you were your father's only child, they would definitely treat you well.
I didn't expect that you would suffer so much because of this.
When Yuchuan came back and told us about it, my mother's heart was almost broken.
My dear, you have suffered so much!"
Looking at her mother crying bitterly, Feng Yijia felt that she had not been getting married in recent years, but had been learning acting.
Her acting skills are better than any actors in the TV dramas she watched when she was a ghost.
She frowned and said impatiently: "What are you doing here?
If you have nothing to do, go back.
I haven't had a mother to look after me since I was five years old. Now that I'm grown up, I don't want a mother to look after me anymore."
Hearing this, Zhang Xiu cried even harder, and her tears flowed like a river.
Yang Tiejun, who was standing next to him, was so distressed that he lost all his dignity. He asked his daughter behind him for a handkerchief and kept wiping her tears. He also took all the blame on himself.
"IKEA, don't blame your mother, it's all uncle's fault.
I took her to join the army, which is thousands of miles away. She also had to take care of me and the children, so she couldn't spare the time to pay attention to you.
If you want to blame someone, blame me. Your mother has been thinking about you all these years!"
Feng Yijia felt that she had made her words clear enough, but these people only listened to what they wanted to hear, which made her very annoyed.
Just as she was about to find a broom to chase them away, she saw Meng Sheng carrying a basin of water from the kitchen and placing it directly in front of Zhang Xiu. He also handed her a new towel and said attentively, "Aunt, Feng Yijia is just angry and that's why she said something unpleasant. Don't take it to heart.
Wash your face and warm your hands first. You must be freezing after walking such a long way!"
Feng Yijia looked at the scene suspiciously, and had a hunch that Meng Sheng was causing trouble, so he temporarily gave up the idea of using a broom to chase him away.
Continue to lower your head and wash the bacon in the basin.
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