Wei Feng, in a daze, rushed home in the rain.
In the tenement building, everything gets wet when it rains.
The steps smelled musty.
He returned to his doorstep, vigorously wiped his face, and cleaned away the rain.
"You've finally decided to come back?" His wife, Wang Qian, was eating sunflower seeds and watching a black-and-white TV, which was showing a war movie.
The sound of gunfire came from the other end of the television screen.
Wei Feng stepped forward and turned off the television.
In this tenement building, only a few households have televisions. On rainy days, everyone stays at home, listening to the sounds coming from other households.
Wang Qian deliberately turned the TV volume up to the maximum to satisfy her vanity and show off.
"Why are you acting crazy as soon as you get back?"
Wang Qian directly confronted and scolded him.
Wei Feng glanced at her, his expression serious, then turned and walked to the table next to him to pour water.
"Are you mute?" Wang Qian continued.
Wei Feng's sharp gaze swept over her.
Wang Qian immediately shut up, frightened by his gaze.
"Don't you know what mess you've made?"
"You still have the mood to watch TV? Your brother should be dismissed by now," Wei Feng said calmly.
Wang Qian's eyes widened, and she immediately grabbed the phone next to her and dialed.
She gripped the phone cord tightly, anxiously waiting for the call to connect.
"Sister-in-law, my brother..."
【You still have the nerve to call? Gangzi got fired, all because of you…】
Snap!
Wang Qian heard a disconnection sound, followed by a series of beeping sounds.
She was scolded by her sister-in-law and then the phone was hung up on.
Wang Qian panicked. If her parents found out that she was the one who caused her brother to lose his job, they would definitely beat her to death.
Her family was patriarchal, and only her brother always doted on her.
No matter how much she made a fuss, her brother always stood by her side.
So every time she went back to her parents' home, she would sarcastically curse her sister-in-law, and no one dared to say anything.
"Old Wei, what should we do? My brother has been dismissed from his post." Wang Qian panicked and quickly grabbed his clothes.
Wei Feng snorted coldly, "If you keep causing trouble, you'll ruin my job too."
Wang Qian became obedient and dared not talk back.
She really went too far this time, but she couldn't bring herself to ask Wei Feng for help.
"You dared to make a move without finding out if Lin Ziyan had anyone backing her. Your brother being dismissed this time is a relief. If we hadn't been unable to find out who those thugs were, this matter would still be unresolved."
"Boss Huo came to see me today..." Wei Feng briefly recounted what he knew that day.
If it weren't for his father-in-law having connections that could help his career...
He had wanted to divorce Wang Qian for a long time to avoid being dragged down by her.
First, he took it upon himself to make ice, causing a group of students to suffer from stomach aches and end up in the hospital.
Then they hired thugs to kidnap people.
Wei Feng sometimes wondered how Wang Qian, whose parents-in-law were such shrewd people, could raise such a simple-minded daughter.
Wang Qian's hands trembled. "Old Wei, what should we do?"
"Will she retaliate against my family?"
Wei Feng's brows furrowed with gloom, and he remained silent.
He was thinking about how to get the message out...
…
On the other side,
It rained for two days in a row.
After returning from the shrimp farm, Lin Ziyan made pumpkin pancakes at home.
The second sister, Xiaoxiao, helped to stoke the fire.
"Sister, are pumpkin cakes also deep-fried?" Xiaoxiao asked, swallowing hard.
"Yes, there are two ways to do it." Lin Ziyan mashed the steamed pumpkin into a puree before adding glutinous rice flour.
Rainy days are the best for cooking.
Lin Ziyan remembers that when she was little, her grandmother loved to make snacks for her on rainy days to satisfy her cravings.
She has a vivid memory of a type of white sugar glutinous rice cake.
Later, when she studied cooking, she tried to recreate the taste from her childhood several times, but she could never recreate it.
"Sister, when will it be ready?" Jiaojiao moved a small stool to the side and sat down, watching them.
The sweet aroma of pumpkin lingered in the air.
The sound of raindrops pattering incessantly.
Jiaojiao propped her face up with her hands and soon dozed off.
When the chubby girl walked into the kitchen, she saw Jiaojiao drooling and nodding incessantly.
She slowed her pace, walked over, and hugged Jiaojiao.
"Not done yet?"
"I could smell it at home a long time ago, and I only ate a bowl of noodles before coming over." The chubby girl looked eagerly at the pot.
Lin Ziyan moistened the dough, which had been pressed into a flat shape, with water and coated it with a layer of yellow breadcrumbs.
hiss…
She put the pancakes into the hot oil, and soon the house was filled with a wonderful aroma that wafted out.
A layer of white smoke rose from the roof tiles of the kitchen and gradually dissipated.
In the hall,
Lin Atai was folding paper and making patterns, humming a song praising the great leader, which drifted out of the house along with the sound of rain.
"Old Mrs. Lin..." Grandma Lan walked into the courtyard, holding a large black umbrella with a dark floral pattern.
"I've come to chat with you."
Lin Atai looked up at her, then pulled a rattan chair to the side.
"You're so idle!" Ah Tai said with a faint smile.
Grandma Lan put the umbrella away in the corner outside, patted her clothes, and then went into the main room.
The roof of the Lin family's house was higher than that of the other houses, making it bright and spacious, without any sense of oppression.
After she sat down, she smiled and said, "I heard you got into a fight?"
"Even in old age, he's still like a child..."
Grandma Lan smiled, her eyes crinkling, glanced at the paper clothes beside her, and nodded.
For a craftsman, eyes and hands are the ruler.
Lin Atai's craftsmanship will probably be lost in the future.
"And it even reached your ears, old woman?"
“When I was young, I was the village bully. No one dared to talk back to me.”
"I'm old now, but my heart isn't. If there's a fight, I'll fight it on the spot, so I won't regret it when I think about it at night." Grandma Lin said lightly, while clenching her fist.
"Haha, well done."
"These gossipy old women, relying on their age, deserve to be beaten," Grandma Lan said, clapping her hands with a laugh.
Lin Atai took a small bamboo basket of melon seeds from the side and pushed it in front of her.
Grandma Lan expertly grabbed a handful and started cracking them open, muttering, "This rain keeps falling, the wheat crop is doomed this year."
The fishing village has little arable land, but quite a few villagers grow wheat.
Lin Atai's family rented out all their land to others to farm, keeping only the vegetable garden.
Therefore, the Lin family had to buy rice and noodles.
It used to be the son-in-law who bought it, but now it's the granddaughter who buys it.
The regulations aren't too strict now, and you don't need to buy it from the supply and marketing cooperative anymore; private rice shops sell it.
However, since it's more expensive than the supply and marketing cooperative, most people are still unwilling to buy rice from the grain store.
"Things will get better gradually," Grandma Lin sighed.
Grandma Lan nodded. "That's right, it's better now than before."
Lin Atai put down the scissors, grabbed a handful of melon seeds, and continued, "My adopted son, Awen, has been missing again since he came back last time."
"No matter how good things are abroad, can they ever be better than home?"
Grandma Lan smiled. She knew Lin Shaowen; he was one of the foreign businessmen recruited by the investment promotion office of Fuzhou City.
The Lin family was no ordinary family, and it turns out that even their adopted son is no ordinary person.
"Grandma Lin, is Ah Yan home?"
“A Mr. Lin made an overseas call to the village.”
The village party secretary, wearing a straw hat and a transparent raincoat, stood at the door and called out.
The sound of rain partially masked his voice, but it could still be heard clearly if you listened carefully…
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