Wen Xu took the initiative and wanted to help Mr. Chi get up.

"I don't need you to help me, my child, grandpa is fine!" Old man Chi Jiaqiang glared at Wen Xu and said, "It's okay to do it, why are you scaring the children?"

After saying that, the old man wanted to prove that he could get up, so he supported his hand behind him, slowly stood up from the sitting stone, and walked back and forth two steps: "Look, I'm fine!"

Wen Xu didn't let these two boys go, and pointed at him and said, "Go, get me all the squirrel traps placed near my house, and then go and notify Daleizi's family. I want you to look good if you don't want them to be!"

Wen Xu saw a little sign in the old man's smile. The old man might have twisted his feet naked, so there is no problem leaving now, maybe he has some minor injuries.

Seeing the two children dejectedly starting to find traps around their yard, Wen Xu reached out to help the old man, and saw that Mr. Chi was about to pat his hand away, so he said, "If you feel guilty, you will say it!"

"It really hurts a little, but it's not a problem." Mr. Chi smiled.

"Then I'll take you back?" Wen Xu said.

"You go and go, you just fall down? I'm not a seventy-year-old and eighty-year-old, can't move anymore. Okay, don't bother you!" Mr. Chi smiled at Wen Xu and turned toward the village office.

Wen Xu watched Mr. Chi's figure disappear behind the gables of Guangsong's house, and heard the sound of Yuanbo coming from beside him.

"Uncle, Grandpa Chi is really okay!"

"It should be nothing, but you dig a small hole in front and back of the house just to find a type of sucking!" Wen Xu glared at Yuanbo.

"Um……"

Wen Xu said, "Don't be fine, fill in all the pits around me, and then notify other kids to apologize at Grandpa Chi's house. If I know that someone hasn't gone tonight, I will come to the door and carry his ears."

If these monkeys were not cleaned up, they would have thought of getting trapped around their homes. After saying that, Wen Xu threw away Yuanbo, who had a bitter face, and turned around and returned to his own pot house to prepare supper.

Yuanbo knew that it would be impossible for him tonight to lose this fight

"Shixu, Shixu!"

Wen Xu's meal was finished. When he heard someone calling his name outside the yard, he stood at the door of the pot house and saw that it was the village accountant, Wen Shijie, his fourth brother.

"Fourth Brother! What's the matter?" Wen Xu wiped the water from his hands on the apron in front of him and asked, "Have you eaten it? If not, eat a bowl at my house?"

Wen Shijie waved his hand and said, "I'm going home to eat. Your sister-in-law has done it. I'm here to tell you something. Will you pay the account if your ninth brother's youngest son get married?"

"Who?" Wen Xu said.

Wen Shijie explained: "Your Jiu Ge, Wen Shitai, Jiu Ge who lives in the county is the nickname Erlangzi. He looks a bit stupid..."

Wen Xu immediately remembered what the fourth brother said, and opened his mouth and said, "Is this the ninth brother who said that sweeping roads in the county is better than those who stay in the village for eight lifetimes, the ninth brother of the third ancestor who is the third ancestor?"

"Yes, it's him. His son will get married next Wednesday night. He said he won't give everyone the invitation. Call us to notify everyone. On Wednesday night, the first floor hall in Guangjuyuan Hotel in the county town will see the sign when you reach the door." Wen Shijie smiled and nodded.

"Did he come when my grandfather passed away?"

Wen Xu had no such person in his impression, and he didn't want to know these relatives who were not very impressed by him. He only asked one question: if this person had been in the account or was present when his grandfather passed away, if he was the grandson, he would naturally have accepted this kind of favor. If not, I'm sorry, the man would not have the interest to make these messes.

Wen Shijie was stunned for a moment when he heard this: "I don't know this!"

After saying that, he looked at Wen Xu and said, "If you don't go, you may be a bit unfavorable in terms of appearance. You will look down and you will see each other easily gossip about others."

Wen Shijie remembered that Wen Xu's grandfather had really not come when he passed away. Not only did this other so-called clan relatives who moved out, but also did not come. Wen Shijie knew very well that the people who moved out were not very good at those who stayed in the old village. After all, every household here was poor. Besides, Wen Xu was just a child at that time. Although he was sixteen or seventeen years old, who would take him seriously, and he would just be the Wen Xu lineage and disappear.

But who knew that the 16 or 17 children had driven nearly two million luxury cars in a few years. These people naturally wanted to take up this "clan affection" again. It is not a new thing. The so-called poverty is in the downtown area and no one is asking about it, but wealth is in the deep mountains and has distant relatives.

However, Wen Shijie is not easy to say to Wen Xu. In the eyes of the older generation, this kind of relationship is a top priority. If you can lose anything, you are not missing these "rituals", for fear that others will not know "rituals" behind their backs.

But this problem does not work here in Wenxu. Those who are extremely afraid of these "unnecessary troubles" will not be in the mood to thoroughly resolve this clan relationship that is not cleaned up and is still chaotic.

"It's easy to check whether I'm here or not. The gift list I had when my grandfather passed away was kept at home! I looked back and found out that if I wanted to go, I'll give you a reply at noon." Wen Xu said very simply.

Wen Shijie was not embarrassed to say the following words. He specifically told him to bring Wen Xu's words. He thought that this "promising young man" from Wenjia Village could come to his wedding scene. Of course, what he most liked was this gift, thinking that this uncle would come to present to give his family a big gift.

"Forget it, don't be noon, I'll go and flip it right away, just be the same as me." Wen Xu said, turning around and heading towards the main hall.

Wen Shijie felt a little embarrassed at this time. He knew that this person had not come, but he had to wait. Fortunately, Wen Xu came back very quickly.

"Fourth brother, I have nothing to do with him!" Wen Xu said.

As an old man, Wen Shijie also advised him: "Don't make it too ugly for the same clan. Besides, you don't need these three or five hundred. If you disgusted, just leave the account for three or four hundred, otherwise it will be a gossip!"

Wen Xu smiled and said, "Fourth brother, I am not itchy when I have too many lice, and I don't have to worry about debt. What bad reputation? The last time the two shameless people have not ruined my reputation yet? I'm just going with them now! Okay, don't persuade me. I'm afraid of getting these troubles. I will follow my grandfather's book when I was dead. If you are happy, please give me a message, and say that if you don't come at that time, don't notify me when you have any problems at home! We have no contact! Let alone respect, just say that!"

After hearing Wen Xu's words, Wen Shijie could only smile bitterly, shake his head, turn his head and walk two steps and turn back: "Do you know what the second brother said to discuss with you?"

"What's going on with the seat?" Wen Xu asked, and saw Wen Shijie nodding, Wen Xu said, "I understand. Yesterday afternoon, when I passed by the old grave, my fifth brother told me about this. I said you can just make your own decisions, why do you still have to ask me?"

"Let me listen to everyone's opinions! Then when I see my second brother again, I told him that you, Shixu, you agree!" Wen Shijie said.

Wen Shijie knew that the reason why he asked Wen Xu was because of Wen Xu's increasing influence in the village. Although Wen Xu himself didn't think so, these old people felt it. Now every household in Wenjia Village is staring at the top of the people who are learning Wenxu, waiting for the first group of people who are trying to make money, to see if they can make money. If they can make money, then the teacher's teacher will probably have the final say with his little clan in the future.

The teacher's teacher estimated that it would take only four or five years to transfer it away, and in the future, Wenjia Village will most likely become a warm Wenjia Village.

To put it more clearly, the so-called fame and reputation all point to a source. Only if you can lead everyone to a good life can you have this thing. Other things that are so scattered are nothing and can't be counted.

"Well, then I agree too!" Wen Xu said with a smile.

"Okay, even if I go back here, I will be the cost. How much should I do when I go door to door?" Wen Shijie waved his hand at Wen Xu, put his hands behind him and walked along the path in the village towards the west end of the village.

Back in the yard, Wenxu arrived at the pot house, rolled up his sleeves and prepared his side dishes, and stood in front of the operating table. Wenxu was stunned for a moment.

"Huh! Where did my cucumber go?"

Wen Xu remembered that he had clearly put two cucumbers on the chopping board, and he stood at the door and talked for a while and then he disappeared?

After thinking about it, Wen Xu immediately walked around the yard, looked up at the trees and roofs in front and behind the house, and saw if the monkey came in yesterday and stole his cucumbers. However, after searching for a while, he could not see the monkey's shadow. Wen Xu turned back to the pot house.

“Did I remember it wrong?”

Wen Xu returned to the side of the vegetable basket in the pot room again. Seeing that the vegetables in the basket looked like they didn't look a little bit lacking, he couldn't help but wonder if he was about to take the cucumbers, so he went out to talk to his fourth brother. When he was waiting to come back, he remembered the wrong thing he didn't take, and remembered it as if he had taken it.

Wen Xu couldn't help but think so. If the monkey entered the yard of the house, there was still a squat on the pillars. Even the pillars didn't shout, it was unlikely that the monkey came in and took away his cucumber.

Thinking of this, Wen Xu took two more cucumbers and washed them for a while and then started to slice them, put salt and other seasonings and mixed them with a refreshing cucumber as a side dish for the morning meal.

Turning back to the hall, Wen Xu shouted at the top of her voice: "Get up, eat!"

This roar immediately attracted dissatisfaction and complaints from the room.

"Get up and have a meal!"

These dissatisfactions made Wen Xu's childlike innocence aroused, and he shouted loudly with the thought of causing trouble for others.

"It's so noisy. I said I won't eat, so tired!" Zhuo Yiqing opened the door and stood at the door, threw the pillow in her hand at Wen Xu, and then closed the door with a snap.

"Don't eat, don't eat!"

The other three also answered Wen Xu with the same roar.

When Wen Xu heard that the three of them didn't want to eat and was awakened by their own troubles, she happily returned to the pot house. After eating and drinking, she began to prepare to set up a formation in the yard to pickle goose eggs.

Before the small stool was dragged out, the raindrops in the sky fell down, and it became heavier and heavier. Soon a rain curtain formed in the air.

"It's raining!" Wen Xu looked at the heavy rain and looked at the goose eggs he had dispatched to wash yesterday, and decided that the goose eggs had to be marinated.

The cold boiled water has been prepared, and the high-altitude wine has been bought at home. I took apart the sea salt and put it in a large plate. I also found a basin to put the wine.

When I was about to dry it, Wen Xu realized that the important yellow mud was not prepared. Wen Xu used the eggs to pickle them here. The main mud was the yellow mud with very fine particles. This mud was only on the bank of the river, and it was not a small river and pond like the door. It was dug to the entrance of the big pond that came out of the old forest near the village.

This move not only reminds me of the lack of mud, but also that I also have to steam the mud in a pot. That is, after the high-temperature sterilization step, the pickled eggs will easily smell.

"Does this goose egg really not pickled today?" Wen Xu sighed.

It is so warm that it is not inviting to go to the river bank to dig dredge, let alone steam the mud in a pot.

After thinking for a while, Wen Xu sat down, took out his mobile phone and searched the method of pickling goose eggs online. When he found that the method was found, he didn't use mud at all, and only wine and salt were done. So he started pickling it up with a try.

First roll the dried goose eggs into high-alcohol liquor, then roll them in a salt basin, so that the goose egg shells are covered with salt, and then put the goose eggs in a cool dried jar.

"This method is quite simple!" After trying one, Wen Xu felt that this method was much simpler than the salt mud method he passed down from his family.

Following the steps mentioned on the Internet, Wen Xu sat alone in the pot room, dipped goose eggs in wine, rolled salt, and then closed the jar. Soon a jar of salt goose eggs was filled with a full jar, sealed, and moved to the shaded place in the house. The jar of pickled goose eggs was completed.

After rolling back and forth, Zhuo Yiqing's figure appeared at the door.

In the morning, Zhuo Yiqing was wearing the nightgown she brought. The rain outside was raining from behind the hall to the pot house. The key was that her nightgown was white with empty bubbles. The most effective thing was that Wen Xu was sitting on a small stool and putting goose eggs into the basin. The small stool was not high, which was almost equivalent to sitting on the ground compared to Zhuo Yiqing who was standing at the door.

Zhuo Yiqing, who was blocking the door, stretched her waist wide: "Wenxu, do you have any food?"

The light outside passed through the nightgown, completely outlining Zhuo Yiqing's figure. Under the white nightgown was a graceful and attractive figure. I have to say that Zhuo Yiqing's figure was really what it should be when it was, which was quite imaginative.

Although Wen Xu's reaction was a little slow, as a person who had not been there for a long time, he suddenly lost his mind and looked at the black Miaomeng figure covering his nightgown at the door and swallowed.

Gudong!
Chapter completed!