August is the season when rice is pregnant. When walking on the mountain road, the wind blows and the rice is filled with fragrance.

Occasionally, you can see new haystacks on the side of the road, which are early rice straw.

There is still only one dirt road in Shangcun. There are many red brick houses, among which the most luxurious house is the villa of Zhang Xuan and two gold diggers.

There is an additional tea processing workshop and a stone arch bridge in the village.

It's still very dilapidated and backward, but Zhang Xuan walks slowly and leisurely on the road. He likes it no matter how he looks at it. Maybe this is because the moon in his hometown is rounder, and people have a sense of hometown.

At the intersection, the villa door is open.

The yellow dog closed his eyes and hid in the shade behind the door, lying down to enjoy the coolness. When he heard a noise, the dog's eyes narrowed. When he saw the person clearly, his eyes immediately opened wide. He got up and ran away in clusters, shaking his head.

, biting his trouser legs and rubbing his calves, while making a buzzing sound from his mouth.

He habitually wanted to kick it away, but when he saw the emotion in its eyes, Zhang Xuan lowered his head and touched the dog's head. The dog was now happier and its tail wagged even harder.

Du Shuangling looked at the dog and said softly: "It's so smart..."

Zhang Xuan muttered: "Of course, it is the fourth smartest one in my old Zhang family."

Du Shuangling was curious: "Who are the three in front?"

Zhang Xuan immediately stopped talking when he saw the eldest sister running over happily.

"Mom! My brother is back! Mom! My brother is back with his younger siblings. Come and see! Come and see!" This was a greeting gift from the eldest sister Zhang Ping.

The yelling made people jump.

Zhang Xuan and Du Shuangling looked at each other silently, both speechless. The first words were normal, but the second words "Come and see", what the hell is this?

With this shouting, before my mother Ruan Xiuqin could shout out, all the people at the intersection had already been shouted out.

"Yo! Our great writer is back."

"Oops! Come and see, everyone, the multimillionaire is back!"

"Great writer! Do you have any wedding candy?"

"Great writer, do you want to serve drinks? Everyone is waiting to drink..."

....

After a short while, more than a dozen mouths came rushing in, making Zhang Xuan dizzy.

Zhang Xuan put down his backpack, took out several large packages of prepared high-end candies, placed them on the stone pier, tore open the packages, waved warmly to everyone, and asked them to grab their own.

Ruan Xiuqin came out. After being in a daze at the door for two seconds, she ran over and pulled Du Shuangling to look left and right. Her affection was beyond words.

Du Shuangling was a little shy being stared at by so many people, but she smiled and didn't hide. She even felt a little happy inside.

Back in the house, Zhang Xuan asked Zhang Ping: "Where is Ouyang Ji?"

Zhang Ping pointed to a room and said, "I'm taking a nap."

Zhang Xuan quietly opened the door and walked over quietly to take a look.

Ouch! He is really fat, so fat that he looks ugly, and he is so big that he has become a ball.

Typical overnutrition.

Seeing that the fat boy did not find the woman attractive, Zhang Xuan took out 3,000 yuan and handed it to Zhang Ping when no one was around: "Sister, you take this money, I will give it to the child."

Seeing so much money, Zhang Ping suddenly became anxious and waved her hands in panic:

"Brother, no need, no need. Ou Yong pays for all the expenses at home. It's useless for me to take the money. I still kept the 1,000 yuan you gave me last time, so there's no need for it."

Knowing what kind of temper this sister was, Zhang Xuan didn't bother to talk anymore and just put the money into her hand: "Brother, it's not like you don't know what I'm worth now. Don't say any more. It's too much."

Zhang Ping tried to push it away a few more times, but eventually she got annoyed with Zhang Xuan and glared at him, but this time the eldest sister accepted it.

They are all owed, and there is such a delay in collecting money.

If anyone dares to give me money, give it a try, it will make them mad until their liver hurts.

When it was almost time to have dinner, Ouyang, who was running a motorcycle rental, came back.

Zhang Xuan asked him: "How much did you earn today?"

Ouyang Yong is very impressive outside now. On weekdays, he earns as little as 30 yuan a day from riding a motorcycle, and at most, he earns almost 200 yuan a day.

If you meet someone celebrating a new year, you can have more.

Zhang Xuan also lamented that it might be because of the remoteness of the country. It seems that motorcycles in the village have been priced at 10 yuan for as long as I can remember.

But around 2010, motorcycles still cost 10 yuan.

In the past two decades, wages have increased from 12 yuan to 200 yuan, but the price of motorcycle rentals has not increased.

This situation is somewhat similar to taxis and flight attendants.

These days, taxi drivers and flight attendants in big cities are highly paid, and they are all well-placed, earning several thousand a month.

But decades later, the wages of taxi drivers and flight attendants have actually remained the same.

This is a strange phenomenon that Zhang Xuan never understood.

Outside there is Yong Geyong, and every time I see Zhang Xuan, I feel like I am beating my heart.

In the past, my brother-in-law felt guilty when he was just a college student. Now that he has the added status of a great writer and a multi-millionaire, Ouyang Yong is even more timid.

Seeing Zhang Xuan asking himself, Ouyang Yong pulled out the car key and said: "I made several trips to Xinhua Railway Station today and earned more than 90 yuan."

Zhang Xuan nodded: "That's pretty good."

I originally wanted to persuade him to open a motorcycle shop in the town so that he wouldn't be so tired.

But seeing Ouyang Yong holding the child happily, Zhang Xuan swallowed back the words that came to his lips.

After dinner, Ruan Xiuqin came to the study and talked to him and the two actors for more than an hour.

Ruan Xiuqin asked in a negotiating tone: "Man Zai, I don't dare to go outside now. Everyone is shouting for us to make wine. Mom wants to ask you, do you want to make this wine?"

Zhang Xuan understood: "Is it because I became a writer?"

Ruan Xiuqin nodded and shook his head and said, "Both of them are. We built houses but we didn't even make wine. Everyone else did it, but we didn't.

Mom was just thinking about whether I should find an opportunity to make another one, so that I can celebrate your wedding and build a house together."

It is an old custom in the village to build a new house and make wine. If you don't do it, others will think you are cheating.

Being reasonable, Zhang Xuan did not object and just said: "Mom, I am quite busy now. I will stay at home for two days at most before leaving. Why don't you tell the neighbors that you can open a bar when I come back from winter vacation."

Ruan Xiuqin was stunned: "You come back from such a far distance and only stay for two days?"

"Well, two days."

Zhang Xuanyuan responded and just lied about writing to get over the problem.

You can’t tell lies. You can’t just rush back to Yangcheng to build the ambitious No. 1 CBD in China.

Not to mention that Comrade Ruan Xiuqin was frightened, and the actors and actresses next to her were probably frightened into fools.

Hearing that it was about creation, Ruan Xiuqin immediately stopped asking.

In her heart, Manzai became a writer, Manzai could be published in a major newspaper, and Manzai could become a multimillionaire through writing. These were the things she was most proud of.

She is very content now and can see her son's current achievements. Even if she is asked to die immediately, she feels that this life is worth it and she can have the dignity to see her dead husband.

Next, the three of them chatted for a while...

Just before Ruan Xiuqin was about to get up and leave, he remembered something and said: "Manzai, Huang Fugui is not in good health. Do you want to go and see him?"

Zhang Xuan was shocked, remembering that last summer he and Mr. Huang drank and played chess, and recalled the prosperous years together. His body and bones were very strong.

Why do you say it won't work if it doesn't work?

Question: "What disease did Mr. Huang suffer from?"

Ruan Xiuqin told him: "It is late-stage liver cancer. I have been bedridden for more than half a year, and now I rely on injections every day.

But he hasn't eaten for four or five days recently, so he may not be able to survive. Yesterday, his children all rushed back from outside and were waiting by his bed to die."

Huang Fugui lives up to his name, although the first half of his life was a bit bumpy while working for the country.

But the rest of my life is really rich.

Except for the younger son who is lame and works as a farmer at home, the three sons are both state cadres, and the two daughters are also married to state cadres.

Except for the youngest son's family, the entire family eats from the government. This kind of family is hard to find in a 50-mile radius.

Seeing that Manzai remained silent, Ruan Xiuqin asked again: "Do you want to go take a look while it's not dark yet?"

Zhang Xuan didn't hesitate, stood up and said: "Mom, help me prepare a gift. I'm going to turn around now."

"Eh."

Ruan Xiuqin was very happy to prepare gifts after seeing that her son did not put on airs after becoming famous.

Zhang Xuan turned his head and asked the two actors: "Do you want to come with me to have a look?"

Du Shuanglingyan smiled and refused: "You go ahead, I won't go, I'll wait for you at home."

"good."
To be continued...