Seeing Han Songlin confused, Liu Yuyan explained: "Yang Zhiyong is the one who built this path!"

Yang Xiufang said dissatisfiedly that Liu Yuyan: "Why are you so big or small? You have to call me uncle!"

Liu Yuyan rolled her eyes: "I have no impression, what's the name!"

Every day, I heard that there is such an uncle, but no one has seen him.

In this way, is there a certain amount or no?

Liu Mingcheng: "Okay, what's the point of noisy?"

Follow the cement road and then arrive at the Yang family.

"Xiufang is back!"

"Hey, Xiufang's son-in-law is here too!"

"I heard that her son-in-law is very rich?"

"Yes, our richest man in Orchestra."

"What about Yang Zhiyong?"

One person thought about it and said seriously: "I'm afraid he's richer than Yang Zhiyong!"

"I don't think so. Look at the car he drives, it's much worse than Yang Zhiyong's."

"It seems to be!"

Han Songlin pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, and followed Yang Xiufang and Liu Yuyan to meet the elders of the Yang family. Anyway, what is Liu Yuyan's name, Han Songlin just calls him directly.

Today, Han Songlin just treats himself as a tool.

But when Han Songlin heard everyone's discussion, he was also helpless.

Just talk about it. Maybe you can't stop being so loud, I've heard it all.

Liu Yuyan gently held Han Songlin's hand and whispered: "That's how the villagers are!"

When it comes to gossip, rural women are no worse than women in urban office buildings.

There is something to do if someone in the countryside, it will be spread in two days.

Good things don’t go out and bad things spread thousands of miles away. This is really nothing wrong.

Han Songlin patted Liu Yuyan's hand lightly and said with a smile: "Okay, can I still not know this? Don't you like gossip too?"

Liu Yuyan refused to follow her, and she was gossiped about her own gossip!

That's it, it's because they talked, I just heard a few words.

"Grandpa!"

Han Songlin watched an old man come out of the main hall. It seemed that the old man was in good health and walked steadily without anyone to support him.

It is already good for a ninety-year-old man to have such a good body.

"Okay! Is this a pine forest?"

Han Songlin: "Hello, grandpa, I am Han Songlin!"

The old man took Han Songlin's hand, looked at him with a muddy look, and said yes repeatedly.

"Dad, look, this is your great-granddaughter Han Yufei, this is Han Yumeng, the eldest is Han Ting! Come on, call her grandfather."

"Grandpa!"

"Okay, come on, grandpa gives you candy!" While saying that, he took out something from his pocket.

Big White Rabbit Milk Candy!

haven't seen you for a long time.

After paying homage to the old birthday star, Han Songlin and Liu Yuyan left the main hall.

Today, there are many relatives and friends from the Yang family. The first thing they do is to look at the old birthday star.

Liu Mingcheng moved the wine in, saying it was a gift from Han Songlin and Liu Yuyan.

He also gave a big red envelope.

This kind of relationship is naturally relaxed with Liu Mingcheng and Yang Xiufang, Han Songlin and Liu Yuyan.

Liu Yuyan seemed to remember something: "I remember, behind this, there seemed to be a mountain spring with good water and sweet taste!"

Han Songlin doubted: "Are you sure the water will taste sweet?"

There is no sugar in the water, how can it be sweet?

Liu Yuyan seemed to realize that she was wrong: "Anyway, it feels very sweet!"

The memories of my childhood have not come for a long time, so Liu Yuyan doesn’t remember them very clearly.

So, when Liu Yuyan brought Han Songlin to the place, she saw a stone wall, and under the stone wall, there was a stone depression made by man.

At this time, there was no water in the stone depression, only full of withered yellow bamboo leaves.

The stone concave has deep and artificial traces, and looks very round. It is obvious that when scooping water, the water scoop and the stone surface will be slowly formed after a long contact.

"This is what you mean by the mountain spring?"

"I remember, there is water here! We are a group of children, and we are still washing sweet potatoes here!" Liu Yuyan was a little confused. There is water in her memory, and it is very cool and the water is also very delicious.

There is also this water scoop in this stone pool.

It is convenient for people to get water.

Han Songlin couldn't help but bounce Liu Yuyan's little forehead: "You, you're really a little fool!"

The sweet potato in Liu Yuyan's mouth is the local name of the Le Pond; the scientific name of this thing is the earth fruit, a kind of vine that grows in wastelands, grass slopes, and rock cracks.

There are two kinds of earth fruits, and the local area of ​​the Orchid is simply divided into male and female.

The fruit of the commons turns black inside and cannot be eaten, it is said to be poisonous!

Han Songlin has never eaten it, and it is unclear whether it is poisonous.

When the mother fruit matures, the outer skin turns red, and the inner flesh is orange and sweet.

The season when fruit ripens in summer and July.

Liu Yuyan stared at Han Songlin and gritted her teeth, thinking about whether to bite him, but she actually said she was stupid!

"It's obvious that there is water here only in summer! This water is soaked out from the cracks of the stones, well, it should come out from here."

Han Songlin easily found a crack on the stone wall.

The stone wall is very flat. In the past, it must have been a quarry.

"In winter, there isn't it?" Liu Yuyan was very disappointed. She also wanted to take Han Songlin to find her childhood memories.

Han Songlin: "The facts are in front of you!"

Liu Yuyan took Han Songlin around somewhere else. Han Songlin discovered a very interesting point. In Yangjia Village, it seemed that everyone had good financial conditions.

Many families have built small two-story buildings, and cement roads are open in front of every household.

I won’t talk about cement roads for now.

Let’s talk about this building. In the rural areas of Shuchuan in the 1990s, there were still many such buildings like earthen walls.

There are also the older houses in the past, such as stone slabs making walls and bamboo weaving and mud.

The worst one here is also a brick and tile house.

I haven’t seen any other industries, so how do you earn money?

Han Songlin couldn't help but think of Yang Zhiyong.

"Do you know what your uncle Yang Zhiyong does?" Han Songlin was a little curious.

People who can give back to their hometowns will generally not be too bad.

At this time, Han Songlin suddenly wanted to get to know Yang Zhiyong.

Liu Yuyan: "I don't know, I seem to be doing business in Rongcheng!"

For Liu Yuyan, she really doesn't care about how others are.

In her mind, in addition to Han Songlin and her children, she was her parents and relatives.

Han Songlin was not in a hurry either. It was still early, so he would naturally have a chance to meet him later.

In fact, the opportunity to get to know each other comes very early.

Han Songlin and Liu Yuyan came back in the village, and were introduced by Yang Xiuying.

"Songlin, this is your Uncle Yong!"

Yang Zhiyong looks in his forties, but he should be older.

Wearing a leather jacket is very popular in this era.

Han Songlin smiled and stretched out his hand: "Hello Uncle Yong, I am Han Songlin!"

"Hello, hello." Yang Zhiyong didn't know what Han Songlin was called.

If he has money, he naturally cannot compare to Han Songlin.
Chapter completed!