"Okay," Grandpa smiled and nodded, "get some more fish."

"I'm still thinking about mushrooms." Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu looked at him and smiled.

Grandpa put a net in the river to catch fish, saying that there should be fish and he wanted to get it. Sun Wenqu was excited when he heard it: "I'll go too."

"It's quite far away," Fang Chi said, "You don't go."

"How far can it be!" said grandpa, "I can't walk the longest time for a young man?"

"This young man has a leg injury," said Fang Chi, "I went to Eagle Head to roll into the ditch yesterday."

"It's not serious, I don't feel anything anymore." Sun Wenqu kicked his legs.

Fang Chi looked at his expression that he had to leave, and was too lazy to argue with him anymore. He found medicine to disinfect his wound again. It was not too deep, and it was no longer as ugly as yesterday after a night.

"Go," Fang Chi said, pointing at him and saying to his grandfather, "You should stare at him, spoiled, and you were the eldest master of the landlord's family before, don't let him fall again."

The eldest young master of the landlord looked in a good mood and followed his grandfather out to get fish.

Fang Chi took the chairs at home to repair them in the yard. The legs of several chairs were loose and he sat down. Grandma always thought that the chairs he bought were not as strong as those that his father had made before.

"I saved the money you got from home last time," Grandma sat beside him picking vegetables. "Don't always give us money. I and your grandpa can't use it. Besides, aren't you going to take the exam now? You have to review it, right?"

"Well, I have to review when I go back." Fang Chi nodded.

"It doesn't matter whether you can pass the exam or not. Look at the grandson of the Chen family, who has gone to college, has not come back to farm," grandma patted his arm, "Just be in good health."

"Those who come back to start a business," Fang Chi smiled, "It's different."

"It's all about farming, what's the difference?" said grandma. "It's enough to be healthy, no illness or disaster."

"Well," Fang Chi said with a smile, "I'm in good health."

After reinforcing several chairs, he chatted with grandma for a while. The eldest young master of the landlord came back, carrying two fish in his hand, looking at one that had to be two or three pounds.

"This is not a fish in the river, right?" Fang Chi was stunned, "So big?"

"I don't know, it's on the Internet," Sun Wenqu was so happy. "Your grandpa said that I guess it was leaked from the upstream. I'm really a lucky star."

"Upstream?" Fang Chi looked at the grandfather who was following behind, "Isn't that the fish pond of Old Man Jiang's house?"

"It should be." Grandpa was also happy.

"Don't let him know. If you two know, you will fight again." Fang Chi said twice.

"Fight?" Sun Wenqu was stunned and looked at his grandfather, "Two old men are fighting?"

"Well, it's better to fight." Fang Chi said.

"He can't beat me." Grandpa thrust his waist, took the fish from Sun Wenqu's hand and entered the kitchen.

It is much easier to eat hot pot for dinner. Grandpa put a stove in the house, put a pot on it, and cooked all kinds of ingredients into the pot, and then it was all done.

It was a little cold at night, so it was just right to eat like this. A small stool sat around the stove, and it was like eating squatting. It was quite interesting.

However, Sun Wenqu was a little worried and looked up at the roof: "This cigarette won't give the ceiling..."

Looking at the black and gray on the ceiling, he didn't say anything more.

"Not that much," said grandma, "if it's black, it's white."

Grandpa took a coke bottle and put it on the ground: "Drink some?"

"What wine?" Sun Wenqu picked it up and opened it, smelled it, "Is this my own home brew?"

"Strawberry wine," Grandpa brought four large teacups over, "Try it, it's pretty good."

"Okay," Sun Wenqu immediately took the cup and reached it in front of his grandfather, "I haven't drunk strawberry wine yet."

"I don't have stomachache," Fang Chi said immediately.

"I had stomach aches after drinking mixed food," Sun Wenqu said, "It's okay to taste a cup."

Fang Chi didn't say anything anymore, and grandfather poured Sun Wenqu half a cup: "I don't know if I can get used to it."

"I'm used to drinking it. I've been in the mountains for three years and have drunk a lot of local wine," Sun Wenqu took a sip after saying that. As soon as he swallowed it, he felt it was hard to describe it and his face wrinkled, "Hey, this wine..."

"Do you feel good?" Fang Chi asked.

"It's so good," Sun Wenqu quickly grabbed a mushroom from the pot and stuffed it into his mouth, "Hey, this energy is not close to strawberries!"

Seeing that he was so happy that he couldn't stop laughing, he picked up a bunch of vegetables for him.

This wine is indeed the most magical wine that Sun Wenqu has ever drunk. Apart from the name of strawberry wine, there is no longer anything related to strawberries. From color to taste, it is completely the strong local wine brewed by farmers that goes straight to their foreheads after taking a sip.

After drinking the half cup, my body suddenly became hot, and I couldn’t feel the pain in the place I had fallen to before.

"This wine cow." Sun Wenqu raised his thumb and said to his grandfather.

"Some more?" Grandpa immediately reached out to get the bottle.

"No, no, no, no..." Sun Wenqu quickly waved his hand, took the cup and put it aside, "No, if I can't finish this meal, I have to lie down."

The meal was almost done, and a few people were having sex and chatting. Grandpa and grandma didn't talk much, but they could tell that they were very happy. The main content of their words was to persuade them to eat.

The boy in the yard screamed, and then he heard the gate of the yard being pushed open and someone came in: "Old man, I'll bring you one of the jars you wanted last time."

"Uncle Zhang!" Fang Chi stood up as soon as he heard this and shouted outside, "Where are you having a meal in the house? Let's have some together?"

"I've eaten," a middle-aged man came in outside the door, holding a jar in his hand. When he saw Sun Wenqu, he smiled and said, "Are there any customers?"

"Fang Chi's classmate is called Sun Shuiqu," Grandma also said with a smile, "I'm not a guest anymore, I'm still familiar with it."

"It's asking." Sun Wenqu held back his laughter.

"What are you asking?" Grandma looked at him.

"No question." Fang Chi patted her shoulder.

Grandpa chatted with Uncle Zhang for a few words. After Uncle Zhang left, Fang Chi came to his grandmother and said, "Grandma, Sun Shuiqu is not my classmate."

"Take revenge on you." Sun Wenqu was happy.

"Aren't you a classmate?" Grandma was stunned and turned her head to stare at Sun Wenqu, "Are you not his classmate?"

"No," Sun Wenqu smiled, "I am him..."

"Talk me well." Fang Chi immediately followed up and stared at him.

"Friend," Sun Wenqu laughed, "Grandma, I am his friend, not a classmate, do I look like I am 18 years old?"

"Like it," grandma nodded, "You look a little stupider than him?"

After dinner, Fang Chi packed all the things in the kitchen. Grandpa took out the cigarette pole and lit it. He leaned on the chair and took a comfortable mouthful: "This day is beautiful."

"Satisfied and happy." Fang Chi smiled.

"Come on." Grandpa handed the cigarette rod in front of Fang Chi.

Sun Wenqu looked at him in surprise.

"No," Fang Chi shook his head, "I'm quitting, you should try less."

"You didn't..." Sun Wenqu remembered that Fang Chi was still smoking on the mountain, but before he finished speaking, Fang Chi glared at him. He didn't say anything further, and then he curled his lips and smiled.

"I am an old man, I don't care about these things anymore. I have seen you in the past few years," Grandpa said slowly, smoking a cigarette, "Maybe in two years, you shouldn't be able to fight with Lao Jiang."

"Stop fighting," Fang Chi frowned, "You two go and apply for a world record. The opponent with the longest fight will be fought for a lifetime."

"I'm just annoyed him. I'll always look at your grandma when I'm fine." Grandpa knocked on the table legs with a cigarette pole.

"Hey, you're shameless," grandma shouted, "What are you saying in front of the child? She even folded a book and couldn't read it. He could hardly see who he was looking at."

Sun Wenqu almost sat on the ground with a smile. This kind of conversation was too rare for him. There was no such conversation at home. He rarely saw the elderly. Even in those years when his parents did not quarrel, they were always respectful and lived three feet above the ground.

"Look, let the child laugh." Grandpa said.

"Is that laughing at me?" Grandma glared at him.

"I'm so old," Grandpa sighed. "In the past, your grandma was so angry with me, so I would give her a while to make her happy. Now my hands are trembling."

"I like to listen to it very much. I haven't heard it for a long time," Fang Chi said with a smile. "You are not trembling with your hands, but you are embarrassed to pull it out after you have your hands."

Grandpa smiled and didn't say anything.

"Do you play the violin? What kind of violin?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"Erhu," said grandma, "You young people don't like to listen to that, but the little bastard patted his grandfather and said he liked to listen to it."

"Erhu?" Sun Wenqu smiled, "I like to listen to it too."

"Don't take photos with you." Grandma photographed him.

However, Fang Chi was not surprised when he heard this. He thought it was not surprising that he liked the erhu just by Sun Wenqu’s calligraphy and the level of painting.

"I'm serious," Sun Wenqu said with a smile, "Grandpa, your piano is not broken, I'll bother you for two days, why don't I give you some time."

"How do you? That's good!" Grandpa became interested in a moment, "Xiao Chi will bring my erhu."

"No," Fang Chi looked at Sun Wenqu with some disbelief, "Are you really fake?"
Chapter completed!