Chapter 117
The village party secretary was stunned.
He subconsciously wiped his hands on his shirt and held the hand that was extended. After holding the soft and smooth hand in his hand, the village party secretary suddenly realized: That's not right!
This is not the leader, this is the younger generation's wife from the same clan in the village!
How can an elder man hold hands with a younger generation's wife!
The village party secretary subconsciously wanted to retract his hand. However, this cadre-like younger wife had already grasped his bark-like hand with both hands, tightly, not allowing him to pull his hand away: "Second uncle, Yan Lei is not at home all year round, and the family is very much taken care of by you. Yan Lei told me that he would express his deep gratitude to you when I see you."
The village party secretary: "Oh, oh, no problem, no problem, we are family, family."
He just wanted to quickly take his hand back.
My little wife, your uncle is watching you.
Qiao Wei did not let go.
"Second uncle, I have the things Yan Lei promised. Don't worry." She said with a smile.
The village party secretary's eyes lit up, and he held Qiao Wei's hand tightly: "Lei Zi's wife, you've worked hard! How was the journey? Did you have dinner? Let's go back and have dinner first." "
I've eaten, I've eaten." Qiao Wei finally let go of her hand, "Don't worry about me. Come, Xiangxiang, call me Second Grandpa."
Yan Xiang was also wearing a white shirt, snow-white, and super polite: "Second Grandpa."
"Hey~good boy. Oh, look at this kid, is this Lei Zi's child? Look how handsome he is! He looks exactly like Lei Zi when he was a child!"
Qiao Wei smiled, and then taught Yan Xiang: "This is uncle. Uncle is dad's older brother."
Yan Xiang saw his father's relatives for the first time: "Wow~uncle!"
"Hey, hey!" Yan Zhu was shocked by the momentum of Qiao Wei shaking hands and talking with the party secretary just now, and was a little at a loss, It was with Yan Xiang that he finally felt like he had found the right person. "Hey, good girl!"
"That, that, sister-in-law?" Yan Zhu said, "Let's go home?"
Yan Zhu looked at Qiao Wei now, and it seemed that her face was the same one in his memory. But why couldn't he match it up? She
didn't look like that person at all.
But it had been almost six years since they last saw each other, and it was possible that people had changed. After all, they had only been together for a few days before, and had barely spoken a few words.
Qiao Wei said, "Okay, let's go."
The branch secretary and Yan Zhu helped her carry the bags and suitcases, and Qiao Wei led Yan Xiang to follow them.
When they saw the means of transportation, Yan Xiang said, "Wow~"
Horse-drawn carriage.
Although Yan Xiang had often seen horse-drawn carriages, he had never actually ridden one in his life, not even once.
The village party secretary was amused: "What's our kid's name?"
Qiao Wei said: "Yan Xiang, Xiang means Hunan, the hometown of the great man."
The village party secretary was impressed: "That's a good name!"
Yan Zhu picked up Yan Xiang and put him on the cart: "Why, Yan Xiang, you've never ridden in a horse-drawn carriage?"
Yan Xiang shook his head like a wave drum.
"Then what do you usually ride?"
"Jeep, bus, bicycle."
The village party secretary was amazed: "You're a city kid after all!"
There was also a driver on the cart, and Yan Zhu and the driver sat in the front together.
The village party secretary, Qiao Wei, and Yan Xiang sat in the back.
The sun was not too strong at this time, and the horse was running, and the breeze was very comfortable.
Yan Xiang felt that this was similar to the feeling of sitting on the back seat of his mother's bicycle. Unfortunately, since the intercity bus service was introduced, my mother has rarely ridden a bicycle to work.
He raised his little face and enjoyed the breeze and sunshine.
The village secretary secretly looked at Lei Zi's wife and felt that she was completely different from what he remembered. Of course, he had almost no memory of Lei Zi's wife. He just remembered that she was thin, pretty, and didn't look down on people.
Qiao Wei suddenly looked over, and she didn't avoid it at all, and smiled at the secretary.
The secretary was not comfortable after being caught peeking, and he made small talk: "What do Lei Zi's family usually do in the city?"
"You can just call me Qiao Wei." Qiao Wei corrected his address, "I work in the county party committee office of our county. I am a level 6 clerk, and I report my work directly to the county party secretary. I am mainly responsible for external publicity, writing some propaganda articles and editorials for publication in city and provincial newspapers. I have won several awards, and the People's Daily has reprinted my articles."
The secretary thought he would hear answers like "taking care of the children and doing housework", and he also knew that people in the city would be assigned jobs, or at most "working in XX factory and getting paid."
He never expected that Lei Zi's wife, no, Qiao Wei, Qiao Wei actually worked in the county party committee office.
The county party committee office is the power core of a county.
She reports her work directly to the top leader?
People's Daily reprints her article?
The village party secretary of Yanzhuang was stunned.
He wanted to ask more questions, but Qiao Wei covered her mouth and nose and said, "It's too dusty. Let's talk about it when we get home."
She kept the village party secretary hanging all the way.
Yan Zhu also kept looking back, unable to hide the shock on his face.
The party secretary saw that this uncle didn't even know what his brother and sister-in-law did.
Qiao Wei admired the rural scenery all the way and arrived at Yanzhuang Village in the original owner's memory - Yan Lei's hometown.
More than half of the families in the village have the surname Yan, and they are all relatives.
It is rare for a distant visitor to a rural village, especially when the village party secretary goes to pick him up in person. The whole village knows about it and is waiting to see.
As soon as the carriage entered the village, a bunch of children shouted and ran everywhere: "Here they come! Here they come!" to
spread the news everywhere.
Along the way, people were seen pouring out from nowhere, filling up the main road of the village, and chasing after the carriage to watch the excitement.
Or there is too little entertainment.
Qiao Wei smiled calmly, not embarrassed by being seen by others, but regarded such a scene as excitement.
The secretary knew at a glance that this was someone who had seen big scenes.
When the car stopped, Qiao Wei jumped down sturdily, turned around and picked up Yan Xiang. He raised his head and squinted his eyes to look at the yard.
In the village, this yard is considered a respectable and tidy yard. It was built by Yan Lei with the money he earned after serving in the army. In order to build this yard, he spent almost all of his savings at that time. The money he saves now is all saved later.
Yan Lei is really good at saving money!
Of course, the most important thing is that he can make money!
The memory of this village, this yard, and this family was swept into a dark corner covered with dust by the original owner. It is also for this reason that Qiao Wei usually can't remember that Yan Lei has a big family.
But because of the need now, Qiao Wei dug it all out.
Squinting her eyes, the yard in front of her and the memory are attached.
The village party secretary got angry: "Where are the people? Where are your family members?"
There was no one at the door of Yan Lei's house. Who was he trying to show off to? He was the village party secretary who went to pick him up in person, but Lei Zi's family didn't give him face. That was a disrespect to him as the party secretary.
He glanced at them.
Qiao Wei stood there reservedly, looking at the yard as if she were looking at the scenery. It was obvious that she was not impressed by this show of power.
She came from a long way and couldn't enter the empty door so humbly.
As soon as she got off the train, she took the initiative, put on a posture, and overwhelmed others. She had no intention of playing house fights with them or engaging in these trivial matters.
Don't treat her as "XX's family" or "XX's daughter-in-law". Because when she was given such a title, she was inferior to others in identity, seniority, and status.
That won't work.
She came to treat the old man, so of course she had to complete this task efficiently and smoothly.
But apart from that, as Yan Lei said, she was not here to be bullied.
Yan Zhu's scalp tingled.
In his heart, he actually knew roughly what was going on. Last night, his wife kept saying, "Leizi's wife looks down on us. The third and fourth brothers' sisters-in-law have said that we can't give her too much face."
He rushed in and shouted, "Where are they? Where are they? My sister-in-law has come back from a long journey! Why don't you hurry out!"
After all, he is the eldest son in the family, especially now that his father is old and sick, the eldest son's weight is even heavier.
His shouting really made everyone inside come out.
Two or three middle-aged and young women appeared at the door, supporting an old lady.
The village party secretary was very dissatisfied and scolded: "Leizi's mother, what's wrong with you! Qiao Wei has come back from a long distance, what have you been doing!"
The old lady is Yan Lei's biological mother. She said embarrassedly: "That... just now his father was doing that... I was busy..."
Women are not in charge here, and they habitually ask men to come out. She dared not say that she was blocked in the house by several daughters-in-law and deliberately prevented her from coming out.
The village party secretary knew what was going on and was too lazy to argue with the women. He just said: "Look quickly, this is Qiao Wei, do you recognize her?"
Yan Lei's mother looked at her intently.
A young woman in a white shirt and green military pants was standing on the steps outside the door. She had short hair, a white face with pink inside, and was clean and healthy. A pair of dark and bright eyes, looking at her with high spirits.
This... this is very different from what she remembered.
She hesitated for a moment and said timidly: "That... Lei Zi's family, you are back?"
Qiao Wei had just been staring at the old lady. She felt that she should not look that old, but her appearance was really too old.
When she saw her, a feeling of disgust arose in her heart.
Qiao Wei dispelled this feeling, which belonged to the original owner Qiao Weiwei. Qiao Wei refused to accept these overly subjective feelings.
She wanted to go and see people herself.
She took a step forward, raised her face, smiled, and said loudly: "Mom, I'm Qiao Wei, I'm back."
She pushed Yan Xiang forward gently: "This is Yan Xiang."
"Xiangxiang, this is grandma." She introduced Yan Xiang, "This is Dad's mother."
Yan Xiang looked up at the old woman and opened his mouth slightly.
This time, he didn't say "Wow~".
Before coming here, his father and mother had taught him what kind of people there were in his hometown.
When he saw his uncle and knew that he was Dad's brother, he said "Wow~" and felt very novel.
After all, because he himself had no brothers and sisters, although he knew that he was Dad's biological brother, he didn't have such strong empathy.
But the old lady in front of him, she is Dad's mother!
Mom, what an important person she is.
Mom is too important to Yan Xiang. Then Dad’s mother should be equally important to Dad.
Yan Xiang felt a strange call.
Without Qiao Wei’s push, he unconsciously took a few steps forward and looked up: "Grandma?"
"Grandma!"
"I am Yan Xiang, I am my father’s son, and I am Grandma’s grandson!"
At this moment, Qiao Wei saw the blood bond in Yan Xiang.
It is almost impossible for Chinese people to completely break this bond. Even though Yan Lei has been away from home for more than ten years and has only seen him four or five times, each time for only a few days, he can’t let go of this family.
At least it’s impossible for him to let go of his biological parents.
But fortunately, the original text is a sweet and refreshing article, which is both sweet and refreshing.
The best sister-in-law is designed to slap people in the face. But she still has to win the heart of the hero, so the hero's biological parents are designed to be "good and honest people" to attract and impress the original heroine.
Sure enough, the original heroine moved her parents-in-law, and then moved Yan Lei, and won Yan Lei's heart.
Qiao Wei remembers very clearly that in the original text, Yan Lei's biological mother once sighed: "This is the daughter-in-law that our manor family should marry."
This route is good, or it is really suitable for Lin Xixi. It firmly established her virtuous personality, so that all her specialties in serving people have an environment to play and can achieve good results.
But this is not the route Qiao Wei wants to take.