Except for Zhang Shuguang, the whole family panicked when they saw Zhang Xiangyang in the yard.
Nowadays, every household is short of food and clothing, but they have meat, fine grains and a bottle of Moutai on their dinner table, which is really out of place.
But in the summer, people don't close the door when they eat. Zhang Xiangyang will be inside after a few steps, and it will be too late to hide.
Uncle, come in quickly. I brought back a bottle of good wine from the city. You can have a drink with my grandfather. "
Zhang Shuguang looked calm and stood up to greet him.
"Xiao Guang, why are you eating so early today? This is the certificate I gave you. Take it to the factory to transfer your food permit. I won't be coming in."
Zhang Xiangyang took out a piece of letter paper from his pocket.
If Zhang Xiangyang had known that Uncle Qingchun had dinner so early, he would have come over after dinner.
"Uncle Xiangyang, my grandfather and mother didn't go to work today, so we had dinner a little earlier."
"Xiangyang, Xiaoguang brought back a bottle of Moutai from the county town. Come in and have a drink with me."
At this time, Zhang Qingchun also walked out of the house.
"Moutai? Then I'll shamelessly stay and try it."
Zhang Xiangyang had only heard of Moutai and had never tasted it.
"Hello, auntie."
As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Xiangyang greeted everyone politely.
"Okay, Xiangyang, please sit down. I'll get you a set of bowls and chopsticks."
As the old lady stood up, Su Hong also stood up with the child.
Zhang Shengli took his sister and hid behind Su Hong. Their two little heads popped out from the left and right, looking at Zhang Xiangyang curiously.
When guests come to the house, women and children are not allowed to sit at the table.
This has nothing to do with favoring boys over girls. It’s actually all because of poverty.
In the past, when life was hard, we would only serve the best food to guests when they came to our house.
If there are many children at home, the food will be eaten up by the children before the guests have even taken a few bites, which will make both the host and the guests look unhappy.
"Of course, Uncle Qingchun, now that we have a worker at home, our living conditions will improve dramatically!
There are meat and eggs, and the food is fine grains, which is better than what my brother Xiangnan used to eat when he came back to visit us."
Looking at the food on the table, Zhang Xiangnan was shocked.
"The children have grown up, and we are old. We will eat whatever Xiaoguang takes."
The old man was smiling. Nothing made him happier than praising his eldest grandson.
"Xiangyang, take your time drinking. We'll go to the east room to eat."
Liu Guixiang came back from the kitchen and brought Zhang Xiangyang a bowl of rice porridge.
Su Hong was about to take the bowl to the east room when she was stopped by Zhang Shuguang.
"Mom, grandma, Uncle Xiangyang is not a stranger, you can eat here with your brothers and sisters."
Zhang Shuguang traveled through time from the future, and he did not have the idea that women and children should not be allowed at the wine table.
"Yes, aunt, sister-in-law, I have never tasted Moutai, so I shamelessly stayed to try it. You should eat."
When they were young, Zhang Xiangyang and Zhang Xiangnan were as close as one family, and Zhang Xiangyang didn't consider himself an outsider.
"Master, I'll pour it for you."
Zhang Shuguang picked up the bottle and poured wine for Zhang Xiangyang.
"Okay, okay."
"I heard that this Moutai is very expensive, and not everyone in the city can drink it. I'll just try it, and let Uncle Qingchun keep the rest for himself."
As the team leader of the Zhangzhuang Production Team, Zhang Xiangyang has attended many meetings in recent years. There are many people and there are always a few people who like to brag, so Zhang Xiangyang has also heard of the names of Maotai liquor and Zhonghua cigarettes.
"Xiangyang, drink more. This wine will make your aunt feel good if you drink it. I'm grateful for your care over the past few years."
A journey of a thousand miles reveals a horse's strength; time reveals a person's true character. If one does not experience some things, he will never know whether the person around him is a human or a ghost.
After my second son became a battalion commander in the army, all he saw were smiling faces and all he heard were flattery.
But after the incident, not only the neighbors, but even their own sons and daughters avoided them.
Only Zhang Xiangyang, who has played with his second son since childhood, still remembers the friendship they had in the past.
"Uncle Qingchun, Auntie, Xiaoguang has grown up. I heard he's even become a cadre in the machinery factory. You guys can finally have a happy ending after all the hardship you've endured."
Zhang Xiangyang was sincerely happy that his good brother's family was living a good life.
"Yes! My eldest grandson is doing well."
When others praise her eldest grandson, old lady Liu Guixiang never shows modesty.
"Uncle Xiangyang only enjoys the salary and benefits of a cadre position. He has no rights and no one under him."
Zhang Shuguang felt a little embarrassed by their praise.
"Nephew, how old are you? You've just started working and you're already in a cadre position. Things will definitely get better and better in the future.
Zhang Xuguang was an apprentice in the factory. Look at how arrogant Bai Yanniang and Zhang Xiangdong are. They look down on people when they walk on the street, and their tails are almost up in the air.
Zhang Xiangyang drank Moutai liquor and spoke a little carried away. He casually compared Zhang Xiangdong's family, forgetting that Zhang Xiangdong was Zhang Qingchun's eldest son.
As he said this, the dinner table fell into silence.
"Uncle, aunt, I said something wrong, I have to drink a glass of wine as punishment."
Zhang Xiangyang regretted it as soon as he finished speaking, and wanted to slap himself in the face.
People were kind enough to invite him to stay for food and drinks, but what he said was like stabbing the old couple in the heart.
"You little brat, I think you just wanted to drink. Why would you punish yourself with Moutai?"
"It's okay, it's all in the past. Ever since he issued the certificate of severing ties and drew a clear line between us, we have no relationship anymore.
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