After sleeping for a long time, Lin Lu was no longer sleepy. As soon as Song Chen made any movement in the morning, she would wake up.
After they washed up, Song Chen "served" her downstairs.
Li Xianglian got up early as usual and made delicious wontons for everyone.
After dinner, Lin Jingbei went to school, while Lin's father and Song Chen went to work.
Li Xianglian: "I have to go to the village. You'll be bored staying at home all day. Come with me and take a look."
Lin Lu: "That's fine." She hasn't been back to the village for several years.
Song Chen got on his bicycle and paused on the pedals after hearing Lin Lu's words. "Shall I take you there?"
The sun is rising and the temperature is getting hotter.
Lin Lu would have to slide her two-wheeled wheelchair to the village, and she would have been covered in sweat, and she was a very clean-minded person.
Lin Jingbei rolled his eyes as he walked to the door with his schoolbag on his back. In all the years he had been in school, his father had only sent him to school when he registered for the first grade. When had his father ever been so considerate to him?
"Won't it delay your work?" Lin Lu asked.
Song Chen: "Motorcycles are much faster than bicycles."
"What about the wheelchair?"
Last time, it was Li Xianglian who pushed him back from the hospital, and we can’t let her push him back there again this time.
Li Xianglian: "No, Xiao Chen will take us back later."
Song Chen didn't mind the trouble: "I'll send you over, and then I'll come back to send the wheelchair over."
As he said this, he parked his bicycle in the yard and pushed his motorcycle out.
"Get in the car."
Lin Lu sat in the middle, with Song Chen's head in front of him. He still wore the black baseball cap, with slightly long eyelashes and a strong nose.
He was wearing a black vest today, revealing his beautifully muscular biceps.
Coupled with his nonchalant expression, to be honest, he looks like a cool gangster.
The air in the morning is very good. All you can see is green rice, and the air is filled with the faint fragrance of rice flowers.
On the way, I met some enthusiastic fellow villagers who were out working. "Xianglian, Lao Si, Xiaolu, it's time to go back to the village."
"Hey, Uncle Zhang, you're working in the fields."
"That's right. Thanks to the fourth brother, everyone has a job, and the work in the fields is left to us old people." Uncle Zhang, who was speaking, is in his sixties and still in very good health.
There are many people like him in the village.
The young and strong go to work in orchards and brick factories, while the elderly are responsible for taking care of the fields. During the busy farming season, everyone will be given a day off so that they can take care of housework.
"Okay, you can grow old."
Arrived at the Lin family’s old house.
There are no empty houses here, and the Lin family will come here to worship their ancestors during the New Year and other holidays.
By the way, the houses of the Song brothers are nearby.
The Lin family's house was very clean, and the furniture was dust-free. He brought out a small stool and placed it under the eaves. "Sit for a while. I'll go back and get the wheelchair."
"Sorry for the trouble." Lin Lu said politely.
There is a former private plot of land in front of the Lin family’s door, where many vegetables are grown.
Lin Lu sat in the shade of the eaves and watched Li Xianglian take care of it.
Song Chen rode his bike very fast and brought the wheelchair to her in just twenty minutes.
Before leaving, she asked them to wait for him to pick them up at noon.
"I know. Go ahead."
Song Chen's back went away, and the sound of the motorcycle gradually became quieter.
Li Xianglian muttered, "Xiao Chen is such a thoughtful and considerate kid, and he's also handsome."
Lin Lu pretended not to hear and sat there in a daze.
After calculating the days, he casually said, "Is Lin Jingbei going to have a holiday?"
Li Xianglian: "Ah, it should be soon, what's wrong?"
"Isn't the Mid-Autumn Festival coming soon?"
Li Xianglian: "There are still about two months left, it's still early."
This area belongs to an autonomous prefecture for ethnic minorities, and each festival incorporates the characteristics of each ethnic group.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is a grand festival in the local area. People start worshiping their ancestors three days in advance. On the fourteenth day, they burn a lot of paper money to worship their ancestors, and on the fifteenth day, there are performances.
Lin Lu: "This year I want to visit Song Chen's mother's grave and burn some more money for her."
Li Xianglian's mind relaxed: "Why did you suddenly think of this?"
"I just feel really sorry for the old lady. I didn't even come to see her before she passed away."
Lin Lu insisted on going to such a far place, and not only did she not stop her, she even gave Lin Lu more than 100 yuan on the day she left.
Tell her to be careful outside and take good care of herself.
"Okay, call Xiao Chen and burn more for my mother-in-law so that she can feel at ease in the afterlife." Li Xianglian sighed.
Her mother-in-law has had a hard life.
It's better to go, so you don't suffer too much.
"Mom, you said that in order to raise money for my medical expenses, Song Chen sold the relics left to him by my mother. Has he got them back now?"
Li Xianglian: "How can I get it back? I don't even know where the person has gone."
Lin Lu was curious: "What did my mother-in-law leave for him?"
The Song family was quite poor in the village. In the early years, they had no labor force and relied entirely on the old lady's family for help. Later, when their sons were able to work, their lives became better.
If there was really something valuable, it should have been exchanged for money in those years. How could it have been preserved until now?
Moreover, there are four brothers in their family. If it is divided equally into four parts, none of them will get much.
Li Xianglian glanced around, put down her hoe, walked over to Lin Lu, gestured, and whispered three words: "Yuan Datou."
hiss!
Lin Lu's eyes widened: "How could they have it?"
"I heard from your great-grandfather that it seemed that when they were fighting bandits in the early years, they passed by here and met Grandpa Xiaochen, who kept it for them. Not many people know about this."
Lin Lu: "Then he's not afraid of taking it out to exchange for money..." Lin Lu didn't say the rest. At that time, it should have been very dangerous for Song Chen to do this with his identity.
Li Xianglian laughed: "Don't you know Xiaochen? He has a lot of tricks up his sleeve. He definitely can't let anyone catch him."
"Will he feel it's a pity if I exchange that thing?" After all, it is the only thought left by his mother.
"Well, I'll see if there's a chance to redeem it later."
At this point she wanted to say, 'My daughter, you must cherish Xiaochen, he is a good boy,' but she was worried that saying it too many times would backfire, so she could only swallow the rest of her words.
"By the way, what kind of business did his eldest brother's family make to make a fortune? How did they have enough money to buy a house in the city?"
After hearing this, Lin Lu felt a little strange.
The eldest brother of the Song family is not a business genius, he is just a farmer. How could he be so lucky to have so much money to buy a house in the city?
"The year after your mother-in-law passed away, the eldest son of the Song family went to work in the city with Yang Laosan from the next village. I heard from Yang Laosan that he won hundreds of thousands of dollars in the lottery."
When talking about that person, Li Xianglian's expression was not very good.
Because when Song Chen borrowed money from his elder brother to save Lin Lu's life, the man paid him dozens of dollars, otherwise Song Chen would not have sold his mother's things.
Moreover, according to the second son of the Song family, there seems to be some mystery behind the distribution of their family's belongings.
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