Liu Yafang stood outside the gate, holding a flashlight, looking and muttering:
"What time is it? Why haven't you come back yet?"
The few people who were being missed also walked out of the fields at this time, all of them with mud on their feet, and were about to get on the car to return to the village.
Liu Dapeng fanned himself with his hands as he walked, slapping his arms and cheeks from time to time. The mosquitoes were buzzing loudly in the summer.
After talking about food, and being blown by the night breeze and bitten by mosquitoes, he was now mostly sober, but still very excited.
Whether it was my third uncle or my great uncle, from the oldest to the youngest, they all talked and laughed along the way, looking forward to Liu Dapeng's processing plant.
When the car passed the brigade headquarters, Zhao Shugen patted Liu Dapeng, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and gestured as if to show off:
"Have you seen our brigade headquarters? The ones in other villages aren't as good as ours in Zhaojiatun. We just renovated it a while ago. I gave a shout and told everyone to take as much as they could, and if they didn't, they would just work hard. So, Dapeng, don't worry, the factory is in our village."
Liu Dapeng half-twisted his body and said with a smile:
"Uncle Village Chief, tomorrow I will go to my great uncle's village to take a look. We will bring the machines back and sign a factory lease agreement with you. Next year, I will come back to buy a homestead from you to build a factory.
With my third grandfather and great uncle at the helm, and you helping me with the connections and collecting the grain, my business is going smoothly.
It really wasn't a wasted trip, haha. It was also a great fate.
You are a good manager of this village. Although this may seem inappropriate, it fully demonstrates that the villagers respect you, so I am relieved!
Zhao Shugen was very pleased with the compliment and was about to say something modest when Liu Dapeng slapped him on the forehead, startling him:
"What's wrong?"
"Uncle Village Chief, I need to make a phone call. Is there a telephone in our village?"
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Chu Yifeng's noodles had just come out of the pot, and he was chopping chili peppers on the other side. He was about to use the chili peppers and shredded pork to make a sauce when the phone rang. As soon as he picked up the phone, he shouted in a high-pitched voice:
"Are you sure? You'll be there in the afternoon, and you're calling me now?"
Chu Yifeng frowned, and after hearing what was said, he became even more furious:
"Are you still drunk? Dapeng, that's my mother-in-law's house, don't embarrass me. If you just leave, how can I go to Zhaojiatun? I asked you to be a driver, not a guest of honor at the Bi family. You better understand your status!"
Liu Dapeng sat on the worn-out table, holding the phone nonchalantly and speaking shamelessly:
"Come on, forget it. I'm the most popular young man in Zhaojiatun for 1986. You can't do anything for me."
"Stop talking nonsense. How is my wife? How does she look? When are you going back to Kyoto? I'll pick her up at the intersection."
Liu Dapeng said with a sigh, "Oh, crazy man, your young wife is really a powerful person. That little look in my eyes made me feel half a head shorter since I entered her house. If you come back, you really need to control her. With such a wild temper, I think your life will be in trouble for the rest of your life."
"Are you still drunk? Talk about something serious."
"Serious? Sure! Well, your wife is doing well, and I can't ask her if she's gained or lost weight. That would be overstepping the line, right? Your mother-in-law is waiting for me to come back, and she wants to make me some wontons for a midnight snack.
Hey, aren't you jealous? We get along pretty well.
More seriously, we don't know when we'll be back, so don't be like a fool, waiting at the crossing. I'm going to open a grain processing factory here and make hundreds of times the round-trip fare before I go back."
Chu Yifeng felt like a cat scratching his heart: "Liu Dapeng!"
Liu Dapeng was hesitant: "Your wife's third grandfather and great uncle are waiting for me outside. I can't let such old people feed mosquitoes, right? Don't keep asking what your wife looks like. I can't observe her closely, and you won't let me."
Bi Yue's third grandfather? His great-uncle? Accompanying Liu Dapeng?
Chu Yifeng's mind was extremely complicated, and he said in a suppressed voice:
"Did she mention me? Did she say anything?"
Liu Dapeng slapped his forehead again, seeing that drinking had caused trouble, and quickly replied:
"You really have to thank me, and your mother-in-law. Let's put it this way, everyone in the village, young and old, knows that you are the son-in-law of the Bi family. They are talking about your marriage."
Chu Yifeng's heart warmed up, and his eyes were filled with brilliance. Just as his heart was about to boil, Liu Dapeng poured another bucket of cold water on him:
"Everyone who could have mentioned you mentioned you, except your wife, who had a stern face and no expression, and didn't mention you."
Chu Yifeng was stunned immediately.
He clenched the receiver, which had already been hung up, his heart suddenly felt tight, then relieved. He told himself that at least the relationship was established, and Bi Yue couldn't blame him.
But when he thought about it, he felt so pathetic. The love and marriage he expected shouldn't be like this.
Bi Yue didn't even like to mention him anymore. Was this forced acquiescence because of the child? Was it like accepting fate?
Yueyue, can't you give me another chance? Can't you just marry me happily and see how I perform in the future? You're so disheartening, such a blow to my pride.
There was a complicated look in Chu Yifeng's eyes.
When he stood in the kitchen again, he only picked up a bowl of noodles and took a bite of the chili peppers used for the sauce. The spiciness made his eyes a little hot. What a coward! What a coward!
He mixed the noodles with soy sauce and simply bent over the cutting board to eat. After he finished eating, he didn't bother to sort out the ingredients. He changed into a white shirt and looked at himself in the mirror, trying to convince himself that he was still the suave Chu Yifeng.
Don't be discouraged. A real man can bend and stretch. Just get her first, that's all. It's no big deal.
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