The one who opened the door was Feng Qingyan. He had a baby face and looked quite pleasing. He laughed happily and saw the appetizers in Gu Weimin's hand. He rubbed his hands and said excitedly, "Brother Gu, you are here." The arrival of Gu Weiqiang meant that the food for the staff would be increased.
Gu Weiqiang glanced outside the door. It was snowing heavily and no one would come to the foot of the mountain. He jumped at the door and shook off the snow particles on his double-breasted cotton jacket. He smiled and said, "Let's go in and have a couple of drinks to warm ourselves up." Gu Weiqiang really had nowhere to go. His wife had left, and he couldn't show any discomfort at home. The elderly above were watching him and the children were counting on him. He was the pillar of the fourth room of the Gu family, and he could only swallow his bitterness.
After thinking about it, they still owed Old Feng a favor. They were not gossipy people, so they simply came to this thatched house.
Inside the house, the heated kang was burning, and it was warm.
After entering the house, Gu Weiqiang took off his double-breasted cotton jacket and lay on the chair, looking at the two people nestling on the kang. There was a bamboo bird cage on the heated table on the kang, and Lang Yongling was playing with the birds, having a lot of fun.
As for Feng Xianquan, he took a book and read it with great interest. If Gu Weiqiang was not mistaken, this book was a storybook he bought when he was running long distances. Unexpectedly, this doctor Feng did not mind and liked it.
"Mr. Lang, Mr. Feng, come on, have a drink and warm yourself up." Gu Weiqiang took off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the heated kang. After sitting on it, he found that the kang was not solid but warm. He continued, "Why, don't you have enough firewood?"
Mr. Feng put the book on the kang and raised his eyelids. "Enough, your eldest daughter gave us a bundle of dry firewood last month, so use it sparingly. It can be used until the New Year. ", Speaking of Gu An'an sending firewood to these people, it really has nothing to do with Gu Weiqiang. Gu An'an started to collect firewood in the mountains when he was more than ten years old. Once he fell from the mountain and injured his ankle. It was Feng Xianquan who fixed the bone for him. Gu An'an was also grateful. Every time he went to the mountain to collect firewood for his family, he would always bring a bundle of firewood to them, which was enough for three grown men to use for a long time.
Speaking of three grown men living here, Lang Yongling has been rich all his life, let alone cooking, he has never even made a fire, and Feng Xianquan is almost the same, he has been immersed in medicine all his life, but he is short of knowing the difference between grains.
The baby-faced Feng Qingyan knew how to collect firewood. He was a nobleman who had been raised for more than ten years. When he came to the countryside, he worked very hard to learn it. However, if it came to real work, he was not as fast as An An. Although An An didn't like to talk, she was impatient. Every time she took Feng Qingyan to collect firewood, she would get anxious when she saw him taking so slowly.
So she just collected all the firewood at once and let Feng Qingyan carry it back by himself.
Hearing from these people that his eldest daughter worked for you as a firewood collector, Gu Wei Qiang felt uncomfortable. He asked, "My daughter collects firewood for you? Why haven't you said that before?"
Lang Yongling took over the conversation, "How dare I say that? What if she doesn't collect firewood for you anymore? We are counting on An An!" Gu Wei Qiang heard the joke in his words clearly, but still felt unhappy. His daughter, Gu Wei Qiang, was so reluctant that he couldn't even let her serve him a bowl of rice. How could she... After arriving here, he became a cook carrying firewood. He waved his hand and said, "From now on, go to the mountain to fetch firewood yourself. Don't call my daughter."
Feng Xianquan poured the peanuts into a coarse porcelain plate and filled it with a full plate. He twisted a toss into it. He came to his mouth and said, "Are you feeling distressed now? In the past, I didn't see you feeling distressed or distressed, so I asked you to treat me differently. Now it's fine. The daughter you loved ran away with your wife, and only this stupid, stubborn girl is still there."
Gu Weimin smiled bitterly, knowing that He said that the old man Feng Xianquan had a rather sharp tongue, "Okay, let's not talk about the past. Don't use my daughter like this in the future."
Changing the subject, he poured a cup of Shaodaozi for Mr. Lang and also poured a cup for Feng Xianquan, "I'm here for your help last time. Thank you." As he spoke, he touched Feng Qingyan's cup, "And Qingyan, if you have any problems in the future, just tell me. I will definitely help you in any way I can."
Feng Qingyan smiled as if he was a doll . His face looked particularly pleasing. He squinted his eyes and said, "Then I won't be polite. I mentioned the scalpel before. Brother Gu, when you have time, help me collect it."
Gu Weiqiang stood up and took the double-breasted cotton jacket on the head of the kang. From the interlayer of the jacket, he took out a cowhide cloth about 20 cm long and 10 cm wide. There were many small pockets on it, and each pocket had a shiny and sparkling scalpel.
When the cowhide cloth was spread out, there were twelve neatly arranged scalpels. Seeing this, even Feng Xian, who was only concerned about drinking a little wine, was stunned.
He climbed up from the kang with a gurgle.
He held the cowhide cloth in his arms, crying and laughing, a little silly.
As for Feng Qingyan who was standing next to him, he suppressed his excitement, jumped off the kang, and respectfully bowed three times to Gu Weiqiang, "Thank you, Brother Gu." The two words "thank you" were too light and not enough to express their feelings. This scalpel was a tool that his father Feng Xianquan used to make a living. He relied on this tool to save so many people. However, the tool was lost during the house search. Unexpectedly, he could still see it after so many years. This tool was like an old tool to his father Feng Xianquan.
The father and son suddenly behaved like this, and Gu Weiqiang felt a little uncomfortable. He also stood up, "Don't worry, Old Feng has helped me a lot, Qingyan, you are also half my nephew, this gift is too great." Besides, when he was driving a car, he injured his arm and relied on Feng Xianquan to treat it. Otherwise, his half arm would be useless, and he could not become the captain of the transport team safely.
He didn't know the significance of this scalpel to Old Feng and his son, but looking at their expressions now, he knew it.
He said honestly, "This thing is really useless. I asked the people at the provincial capital's garbage recycling station to help pay attention. The boss left me several sets, and I liked this set, so I brought it over." It was really a blind cat catching a dead mouse, and it was a stroke of luck.
Feng Xianquan carefully put away the tools, "Brother, I don't need to thank you for your kindness, I'll finish it first." He held the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
Gu Weiqiang scratched his head, embarrassed, "What a coincidence, what a coincidence." To say that Gu Weiqiang is a strange person, he is not very smart outside, but he tends to make stupid mistakes when he meets his relatives or familiar people. However, he is kind-hearted after all.
Lang Yongling saw that Feng Xianquan found his old partner and was a little envious, "I don't know when my old partner will be found." All the valuable things that left the Lang family had been divided up long ago.
Unlike Feng Xianquan's scalpel, no one wanted it, and it was considered unlucky to take it back to cut vegetables.
Gu Weiqiang thought about it and made up his mind, "There will be such a day." He felt it most when he was driving outside. From resuming the college entrance examination to trading, he didn't want to be as strict as before.
Old Master Lang, "I wish you good luck."
Gu Weiqiang came out of the thatched cottage and prepared to go home. He turned back halfway. He felt relieved that An An was watching over him at home. Instead, he walked directly on the knee-deep snow road, one foot deep and one foot shallow, towards the transport team. He estimated that the anchored car had been repaired. While there were still more than 20 days before the New Year, he went out to run a cargo, earn some money, and have a good New Year. In addition, An An would go to the county town to study in high school next year, and he had to prepare more money for emergency use.
Gu Dongdong waited for Gu Weiqiang to come back from day till night, but he never came.
When he went to bed at night, he murmured, "Dad, why haven't you come back yet?"
Gu An'an couldn't coax this little kid, so he thought for a while and locked the door of the west room from the inside.
He stretched out his hand and produced a brine chicken thigh.
The little kid immediately rolled up from the kang. He stared at the chicken thigh with his bright eyes and kept swallowing his saliva. "Sister, chicken thigh?"
Gu Anan nodded and handed the chicken thigh to the little kid. "Eat it."
The little kid's eyes were full of desire, but his hands were not slow. He stuffed the chicken thigh into Gu Anan's mouth. "Sister, you take a bite first."
Gu Anan felt a little sad. The child in front of her obviously wanted to eat it, but she couldn't bear it. In the eager eyes of the child, she took a big bite and deliberately said, "It smells so good!"
Gu Dongdong grinned and leaned forward, "Let me try it." As he said that, he also took a big bite, and the meat filled his mouth. He ate and said, "Sister. I have never eaten such a delicious chicken leg."
Gu Anan rubbed Gu Dongdong's forehead and smiled happily, "In the future, when I make money, I will let you eat chicken legs every day."
"Eat chicken legs every day? That would be such a good life!" The child's words, childish words, made Gu Anan feel more uncomfortable. In the afternoon, she took advantage of no one noticing and secretly ate a burger.
Gu Anan secretly decided that when she eats in the future, she must give a portion to the little bean.
By the way, her little face was tightly tied, and her curly hair was playful. "Dongdong, no one is allowed to tell anyone about our cheating, otherwise the old god will not give her food, and she will have nothing to eat in the future."
Seeing her sister so serious, Gu Dongdong forgot to chew. He opened his mouth and nodded heavily, "No one is allowed to tell."
After a while, he reacted, "Where's Dad? Where's Grandma?"
Gu Anan pondered, "No one is allowed to tell." Dad can be considered, but grandma can't be told now, because grandma is not only her and Dongdong's grandma, but also the grandma of all the children in the four rooms.
"Don't tell."
The next morning, Gu Anan was awakened by a scream.
The door of the west room, which was originally tightly closed, was knocked open. Wang Daying was holding a pot brush in his hand, standing in front of the kang with an imposing manner, and he opened his mouth and cursed, "You stupid girl, it's almost noon, and you are still sleeping like a pig. You don't even care about the firewood??"
An An was awakened by a burst of cold air, with some snow foam on her neck. She shivered subconsciously and then looked for the source of the sound.
Wang Daying looked at An An sleeping on the warm kang, while she was in the kitchen, lighting a fire and washing pots to cook. She was really angry.
I thought the old lady would take her to the city today to deliver food to Uncle San's house, but I didn't expect that when it was time to go out, she actually called Zhao Junyan's name and went to the county town.
She was left at home.
Not only that, but she had to serve this group of ancestors. It was really a bloody tragedy.
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