Chapter 377 378: The Youngest Son of the Family
Zhou Huaian had already reached the river. He crossed the bridge and went up the mountain to the Yang family’s orchard. He saw Mrs. Yang standing under the tree on the upper bank. She climbed up the bank and walked towards the jujube tree.
When Mrs. Yang saw him coming up, she said to Yang Weiguo who was standing on the tree branch, "My brother-in-law is here."
"I saw it." Yang Weiguo poked his head out and shouted, "Huai'an, is the house finished? Are you here alone?"
"It's done!" Zhou Huaian smiled and walked under the tree, "Chunyan is here too, she's talking to her mom at home."
Mrs. Yang took a handful and handed it to him. "The jujubes from our two jujube trees are especially sweet after being frosted. Chunyan used to like them the most."
Zhou Huaian took it, broke off a section and put it in his mouth, "It tastes really good, no wonder Chunyan often talks about it and said she wanted to dig some small trees to plant back!"
Mrs. Yang smiled and said, "There are a few small trees growing over there. I'd like to dig them up and plant them next year."
Zhou Huaian took a look and said, "There are some in the mountains, but they are not as good as yours."
Yang Weiguo came down from the tree and said, "Chunyan is just talking, she only eats two or three skewers at most.
The jujubes are in particularly good condition this year. Take some with you when you go back. When we have made jujube wine, we will send you a jar."
Zhou Huaian: "Brother, you don't need to send me off. There are a few jujube trees on the mountain. Teach me how to pick some and I'll make two jars of tea."
Yang Weiguo smiled and said, "Other families pick the fruits, dry them in the sun and put them in wine jars. We take a lot of trouble. We pick them, wash them, dry them and put them in a steamer.
After steaming, it needs to be dried in the sun. When it becomes wrinkled, it needs to be steamed again. After drying for a few days, it needs to be steamed again. This process needs to be repeated nine times.
The old man said this is called nine steaming and nine drying. Then he put the dried jujubes into the wine jar, poured in sorghum wine to cover the jujubes, and brewed it for a while. When the liquor turns golden, it tastes sweet and refreshing.
Zhou Huaian was shocked. "It's really troublesome. No wonder Chunyan said that the old man brewed the jujube wine, but someone else ordered it before it was even brewed."
Yang Weiguo nodded, "Yes, every year people come to order it before it's ready. I've taught them, but they say it's troublesome. Also, drinking jujube wine is good for rheumatoid arthritis, but it's cold in nature, so people with weak spleen and stomach should not drink it."
"I made some for grandpa and my mom and old man. They both have arthritis." Zhou Huaian put down the jujubes and said, "Brother, I'll climb up and help you fight."
Yang Weiguo smiled and said, "No need, take the ones in the backpack back first, and we can get the rest after the frost hits a few more times."
"Yes, I'll help you pick them up." Zhou Huaian diligently helped pick up the jujubes on the ground and put them in the backpack, then followed the two people down the mountain.
When they walked across the bridge, Yang Weiguo said with a smile, "If you had come in the morning, I wouldn't have lent my fishing net to anyone."
"It's okay, we'll cast the net again next time we come back." Zhou Huaian was tempted after hearing this, and thought about buying a fishing net to take home next time he went to Ning'an, so that he could go to the river to fish when the weather was cold.
Yang Weiguo: "My husband said your new house is very well built. I'll go take a look on the second day of the Chinese New Year. When will you renovate the old house?"
"It's pretty good..." Zhou Huaian introduced the situation of the new house to him.
Yang Weiguo nodded happily after hearing this. "I didn't expect you to be so thoughtful. It seems I have to build a drying room in the backyard to prevent the red mushrooms from being damaged by continuous rain next year."
Zhou Huaian walked up to him and said sternly, "Brother, we will take the interest this year. We won't be able to send it back next year, and we won't want it even if we do."
Yang Weiguo smiled and patted his shoulder. "You can't say that. Why don't you tell others that they can collect red mushrooms and sell them for money? You treat me like a big brother, so I told me the way to make money. It's only natural that I share the money with you."
Zhou Huaian said firmly, "We didn't contribute a single cent, so we absolutely cannot take this money!" He was thinking about collecting truffles next. He couldn't do it this way anymore, so he had to go back and work out a solution with Chunyan.
Yang Weiguo said nothing more when he saw this: "The season for harvesting red mushrooms has passed, we can talk about this later!"
He thought this guy was too active, and he was afraid that he would have some unscrupulous thoughts after making money. Alas! He was really worried about his sister. After she got married, if the man was capable, he was afraid that he could not control her, and if he was not capable, he was worried that she would have a hard time.
Then I thought again, luckily I have a son, otherwise my hair would go bald due to worry.
The three of them arrived at Yang's house. Mother Yang was plucking duck feathers in the yard. "You're back. I killed a duck and prepared to roast taro."
Mrs. Yang smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'll go to Erwa's house and buy some fish."
Mother Yang said hurriedly: "You don't need to buy it. Erwa sent a bucket of loach, two silver carp, carp and grass carp. I have kept them all in the water tank in the backyard."
"Where is Chunyan?" Zhou Huaian and Yang Weiguo put down their backpacks and asked.
Mother Yang smiled and said, "My aunt called her over. She probably wants to ask about your friend."
Zhou Huaian understood immediately, "Oh! It's Erchun, he's a nice guy."
"Chunyan said so too." Mother Yang looked at Yang Weiguo and said, "You and Huai'an go to the brigade and call your husband back."
“Yes.”
Yang Weiguo asked Zhou Huaian to go out together. Halfway through the journey, they met Yang Chunyan and a girl walking towards them. It seemed to be Yang Hui.
Zhou Huaian thought that the old crow had good taste. Although she was not as pretty as his Chunyan, not as tall or white as her, she was not ugly in the slightest.
Yang Hui also pulled Yang Chunyan aside to whisper, "Yan'er, no wonder people say that you've always been attracted to your Huai'an's looks. If you look closely, he really looks good, just like a movie actor."
Yang Chunyan smiled but didn't answer. She was indeed attracted by his appearance at first. Later, her mother and husband couldn't persuade her and agreed to be together. Later, she felt that he was good at talking...
When Xiaoqian grew up, she often laughed at her after seeing their wedding photos, saying that she was a member of the appearance association.
After they approached, Zhou Huaian nodded to Yang Hui and said to Yang Chunyan, "Let's go pick up the old man."
Yang Chunyan: "Yes! Yang Hui and I are going to take a walk."
Yang Weiguo: "Yan'er brought my aunt to our house for dinner, and my mother wanted to cook roast duck with taro."
Yang Hui looked back with amusement, "The sun is rising from the west, so you can call me little aunt today!"
"Call me once in a while!" Yang Weiguo smiled and pulled Zhou Huaian away.
Yang Chunyan said with a smile: "You are the oldest in the youngest family, and you used to show off your seniority in front of us. You are obviously younger than us, but you let us call you little sister. Every time my eldest brother sees you, he hides away."
"Bad guy!" Yang Hui laughed and hit her. "I still remember when we were paying New Year's greetings, you deliberately pulled Dongmei and a few other kids to stop me and ask for New Year's money, and you took all my New Year's money."
Yang Chunyan laughed, "No wonder you don't allow us to call you little aunt after that incident!"
Yang Hui rolled her eyes. "If you keep yelling, I won't have a penny left of my pitiful New Year's money."
Yang Chunyan smiled and said, "If you don't give it to us, you can just give it to the brigade's sales agency."
(End of this chapter)
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