After rushing for a while, Feng Yijia arrived home at almost two in the afternoon. He threw down his bicycle and went into the house.
Standing in the darkest corner of the room, holding a copper coin, he tried to call out to "someone": "Dad! Dad! Dad!..."
After shouting several times, an illusory face finally appeared.
The soul that used to have clear outlines and was lifelike seemed to have faded a bit. If you looked closely, the facial features were a little blurry.
Looking at his daughter's eyes full of worry and anxiety, Feng Youcai grinned comfortingly.
He said, “Dad is fine, it’s just that there are too many people in the city, and the yang and anger are strong, which has some impact on me.
But don't worry, you'll be fine after getting some more sleep back here!"
Feng Yijia has been a ghost for more than 20 years and has not been able to leave this mountain, so he really doesn't know these things.
Hearing this, he said angrily, "Since you knew this, why did you insist on going to the city with me yesterday?"
Feng Youcai explained with a guilty conscience: "It's been a while since I've been to the city. I wanted to go see if there are any changes.
Although the Taoist priest reminded me before he left, I haven't wandered around here, and it's been so long that I've forgotten about it."
Feng Yijia was speechless for a long while, then he let out a long sigh and said, "Alright, go to sleep!"
Feng Youcai quickly hid in the copper coin obediently. Firstly, he was afraid of being scolded for being slow, and secondly, his soul was really weak at the moment.
Decades ago, the Taoist priest said people should avoid crowded places as much as possible, but nothing happened when floating in the nearby villages. How could he know how many people were considered “crowded”?
Now I know, but the price is a bit high. I probably won't be able to walk around without copper coins for a long time.
Feng Yijia held the icy old coins and sighed helplessly. How could she not see that her father was not in good condition?
But seeing how pitiful he looked, I couldn't say much.
After thinking about it, he wrapped the copper coin in a cloth, went out and buried it under the locust tree planted in the corner of the backyard.
Hopefully, he can recover faster.
After finishing this, I washed my hands with water and then went back to pack up the things I bought.
The indispensable pork, seasonal crabs, and sweet and soft dim sum are each divided into two portions.
One was taken to the kitchen and one was kept for Meng Sheng.
You can't always eat other people's food without returning the favor.
Just as he had finished packing and was thinking about how to send the things next door, he saw Meng Sheng climbing over the wall of his backyard. After landing, he jumped again and leaped into his own yard.
The nearly two-meter-high wall and the one-meter-high thorn wall that was gradually becoming denser and larger had little presence under that agile figure.
It didn't affect his speed at all.
Feng Yijia looked at his two long legs that were not much different from those of other people. Besides feeling envy and jealous, she also wanted to touch them.
She didn't have any bad thoughts, she was just curious about what it looked like and how it ran and jumped like a spring, seemingly unaffected by the earth's gravity.
Meng Sheng climbed over two walls with ease, but when he felt the burning gaze falling on his lower body, he almost couldn't walk.
His legs seemed to be moving in sync with his hands and feet, so he simply stopped, took two deep breaths, suppressed the inexplicable panic in his heart, and then slowly walked to Feng Yijiajia.
He took out his diploma from his pocket and handed it over, saying, "Here, your diploma.
I picked it up yesterday at noon and sent it to you, but you didn’t see it!”
Feng Yijia took it, opened it and looked at it, then said, "You can't get rid of your diploma anyway, and you won't be able to use it for the time being. It doesn't matter if you get it early or late, a day or two later.
I saw that the herbs I had collected recently were all prepared, so I went to the county to sell them for money."
Meng Sheng felt upset when he saw her calm way of speaking, and grumbled, "You didn't even say hello to me when you went to the county!"
Feng Yijia put away his diploma and pushed the things he had distributed in front of him. He didn't notice the resentment in his words at all and said, "I didn't hear you mention going to the county, so I didn't ask.
Here, take these back and add two dishes to your meal tonight."
After saying that, he also teased: "I always eat your food, today I finally get my revenge."
Meng Sheng would rather she never think about paying it back.
But it was difficult to say this, so he turned to talk about what had happened in the village in the past two days.
"Chen Hai's acting village chief has been officially promoted, and the village held a meeting this morning to discuss this matter.
Everyone voted for Meng Dingkun as accountant."
Although Meng Dingkun also has the surname Meng, he has little to do with Meng Sheng and his branch.
The two sides were already five generations apart, so they were not influenced by Meng Chengliang and others.
This is a man in his thirties. He studied junior high school outside for two years a few years ago. Later, he took a leave of absence to go home and farm during the movement.
He is considered one of the more educated people in the village.
Feng Yijia knew this person, but didn't know him very well.
Meng Sheng continued to reveal the inside story: "After the notice of the meeting was given yesterday, Meng Dingkun visited many households in the village overnight.
Our family also came and gave him five eggs. After chatting with my dad for a while, our family voted for him five times.
Feng Yijia was speechless. He was just a small official, but he had so many things going on behind the scenes.
Meng Sheng continued, “The meeting also discussed the issue of opening a sales outlet in the village.
The village pays for the project and all the income belongs to the village.
The location is in the yard where Dr. Zhang used to live.
Feng Chunhua will temporarily serve as the salesperson at the selling point.
It contains some commonly used items such as oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, needles, thread, etc.
If anyone in the village wants to buy something and is not in a hurry, they can pay them to buy it for them."
Hearing this, Feng Yijia only asked: "Does the salesperson know how to sell pork?"
Everything else in the village is easy, except buying meat.
During this period, I ate a lot of game from the mountains and domestic chickens and ducks, but it was never as satisfying as pork.
Meng Sheng laughed and shook his head: "Of course not. Nowadays, every family in the village is very stingy with oil. Few people will buy the pork even if we bring it back!"
Feng Yijia lost interest and said to drive them away: "It's hot now, take the meat back quickly and process it, otherwise it will go bad."
Meng Sheng snorted, picked up his things and jumped back to his home.
When Chen Hongxing woke up from her nap to go to the bathroom, she saw her son falling from the sky.
He could not help but frown and curse: "You didn't go through the door, but you jumped over the wall and jumped into the yard.
Are you feeling bloated because you ate too much?
You won’t be afraid of getting hurt if you accidentally fall!”
Meng Sheng secretly thought that he was unlucky today, and hurriedly handed the thing in his hand to divert people's attention.
"Mom, look, I have meat and crabs here, and the sweet potatoes in the field are ready to be dug.
I'll dig some up later to make a base, and then grind some rice flour to make steamed pork with rice flour in the evening.
Let’s steam the crabs and add some good wine, and we’ll have a good meal tonight!”
Chen Hongxing glanced at the bag of things, pointed at the neighbor with a slanted eye and a slanted mouth, and rarely did she call the person a spendthrift. Instead, she asked with shining eyes: "Did she give it to you?
Did you catch up with him?"
Meng Sheng nodded, then shook his head, his expression becoming somewhat gloomy.
Chen Hongxing looked at her son with complicated eyes, wanting to say something bad to him, but she finally held back, reached out to take the things, picked them up and turned to go to the kitchen in the front yard.
Forget it. No matter how useless my son is, he is still mine. I shouldn’t be too discouraged by him.
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