Weibo ignored the fight between the kid and his wife and continued to say to Canghai: "Over there, my house is hanging with red lanterns!"

"You're doing well!" Cang Hai saw that Zheng Weibo's two-story young general building stood in a bungalow, which looked particularly eye-catching, so he praised.

Zheng Weibo scratched his head: "Hi, what's good? Just have a meal. Then let's do it first. Come to my house at noon tomorrow. Let's have a few drinks!"

Cang Hai smiled and said, "It doesn't necessarily have time. I'll be going back to the old village tomorrow morning to have a look!"

When he heard Canghai say he was going back to the old village, Zheng Weibo said: "What else does the old village have to look at? Now almost all the villages in the mountains have been moved to the town. Even if there are still people in the old village, they will be dilapidated, let alone your Siping Village. You are so old that you can take the livestock for two or three hours. Where are there people there?"

"No matter how you say it, you have to go back and have a look. I'll visit a grave or something!"

After hearing Cang Hai say this, Zheng Weibo stopped talking. For the villagers, this is filial piety. If you insist on drinking when worshiping ancestors and visiting graves, you will not be kind.

"Then, I will definitely come to my house when I come back! That's it," said Zheng Weibo.

Cang Hai nodded and responded to this matter. Seeing that Zheng Weibo was leaving, Cang Hai stopped him, and then took out a box of fruits and some imported pastries from the back box of the car. Although it was not worth much, it was quite good to have a gift in the town.

Seeing that Zheng Weibo wanted to refuse, Cang Hai said, "If you push me, I'm embarrassed to come to ask for wine!"

"Okay! Then I'll take it."

The men in the west rarely felt shy. After hearing what Cang Hai said, he took it openly. As soon as the gift was finished, his son Zheng Ziyue held the iron box of pastries and refused to let go, and was scolded by Lu Jing.

Looking at the backs of the three of the family, Cang Hai smiled at the corner of his mouth.

After a while, Canghai stood at the door of Uncle San’s house and was about to knock on the door when he suddenly saw the door open.

"Oh, mom!"

A fat woman in her early fifties who had just left the house did not expect that there was someone standing at the door and was suddenly startled.

"Aunt San!"

Canghai recognized the woman and immediately opened his mouth and shouted, "It was not someone else who went out, Canghai's third aunt Wei Qin. Wei Qin is also from Siping Village. Let's say that, Wei Qin really watched Canghai land and watched Canghai grow up in wearing open-crotch pants."

Wei Qin heard someone call her third aunt, looked closely, and then said happily: "Haiwazi?"

Seeing Cang Hai nodding, Wei Qin immediately grabbed Cang Hai's arm. When she saw her nephew, Wei Qin was too excited and didn't say anything at once. After a while, tears flowed down her fat cheeks.

"Aunt San!"

Canghai was also a little excited.

Canghai's mother left after a few years. It was not that her mother died, but because her family was poor and she couldn't live a life. After that, Wei Qin, the enthusiastic aunt, became half of Canghai's mother.

Wei Qin wiped her tears and said self-deprecatingly: "Look at me, it's a happy thing for my nephew to come back!"

When he said this, he turned to the yard and shouted: "He is big, hurry up and see who is back!"

Women in the west all had loud voices, and the neighbors were probably hearing this roar. Cang Shiyuan, who was washing his hair in the yard, could not hear anything.

Holding a white hand towel, Cang Shiyuan walked towards the door while wiping the water beads on his head.

Seeing a young young man standing at the door of his house, looking at his face and looking vaguely, he had five or sixty-sixth-parted brothers, Cang Shiyuan opened his mouth and said, "Haiwazi!"

"Uncle San!"

Cang Hai looked at the third uncle who was walking towards him. When he left, the third uncle still had black hair, but now his head was half white. The leader who had always been a big back has now changed to a short inch hair. Although he was originally a black but flat face, he also had the traces of time.

Ten years have made a young man look a little old.

"Enter the house, you woman, Haiwazi is standing at the door when she comes back. Go and notify your elder brother quickly and tell your sister-in-law, stop cooking tonight, Haiwazi comes to our house when she comes back. Also, go to Lao Liu's braised pork stall to chop a few braised pork dishes..."

When Cang Shiyuan saw his nephew come back, he was very happy and asked a lot of words for his wife.

Wei Qin was also happy, and she responded repeatedly and turned around and walked towards the house.

Canghai said to his uncle and aunt, "Uncle San, I have brought some things to you and uncle's family!"

Seeing Cang Hai reaching out and pointing to the small car parked by the roadside, Cang Shiyuan smiled and said, "Ah, Haiwazi has a big sedan!"

Cang Hai smiled, turned around and went to the car to pick up the things in the trunk. Cang Hai had a lot of things, stuffed them all over the trunk, with food, clothing and usefulness. The three of them moved to the main hall together and piled up into a small pile.

"From the third family, who is so lively here!"

Just as the three of them were busy, another woman came to the yard. Canghai looked closely and saw who was not his aunt.

"Uncle!"

The woman was stunned when she heard this, stopped and stood at the door of the main hall. She looked at Cang Hai for a while before she said, "Haiwa!"

Seeing Canghai nodding, the woman said happily: "We're finally back! OK, OK, OK!"

After shouting three times in a row, the woman shouted at the outside with her voice: "The head of the family, he is big! Come here quickly, our Haiwozi is back."

In less than a minute, an old man wearing a sheepskin coat, wearing a slightly worn camouflage military trousers on his lower body, and a pair of black leather old cotton shoes appeared in the yard. The one who came was Canghai's uncle, Cang Shigui.

Cang Hai's father Cang Shijun is not a brother of Cang Shiyuan and Cang Shigui. He is determined to be the best man of the great master. However, because the village is small, although everyone has a little blood relationship, the wealth of family affection is far greater than that of ordinary families.

When uncle, nephew and aunt met like this, they naturally had to have a hot chat. After Canghai answered a series of questions from uncle, uncle and aunt, he began to share gifts.

After this talk, Canghai learned that the two children of the uncle's family were working outside, and the only son of the third uncle's family was still studying in the county town. The two families in the Lao Cang family, like most families in the town, almost all of them went out to work outside. The rest were either the old, the weak, the sick or the disabled or the small business.

"There is no one in the village?" Cang Hai asked.

Cang Shigui said: "Someone has only been ten people here. The old man from the Hu family, the uncle of the Wei family, and the two or three from the old Li family. The young man is only one stupid boy safe..."

After hearing what my uncle said, Canghai felt a little relieved: It would be good if there was someone.

"Haiwazi, how many days will you be back this time?" asked the eldest uncle Liu Shujuan.

"Look, this time it may take three to five days, but I will move back soon!"

When the four sitting there were shocked when they heard Cang Hai say this, they were stunned for a moment and then silent. The originally warm atmosphere seemed to fade.

"You kid are you sick!" Cang Shiyuan said in a slight anger: "Everyone wants to leave. They run far away. You can do it and leave it well and don't do a good job. Turn your head back here. Are you sick?..."

Aunt San reached out to pat the head of the house, and then advised Canghai: "Haiwazi, you can't be stupid. We don't want anything here. Even now, this water is a very expensive thing. You say that you are a famous college student, what can you do when you come back? Can you farm or dig kilns? Even if you can farm and dig kilns, our land is not as good as Jiangnan. Even if you plant sorghum corn, it produces less than half of the output..."

After the third aunt had finished persuading, the uncle and aunt also started to persuade him. In their hearts, Canghai was the college student at home, which was the pride of the Lao Cang family. Not to mention the past, even now, there have been no famous college students in the whole countryside. Not to mention the famous universities along the coast, even the two slaps of the children who went out of college were counting over. Now I heard that the pride of the Lao Cang family was preparing to return home, so what could that be!

Unfortunately, Cang Hai had made up his mind, and they could not convince him in a few words. After a few words of advice, everyone knew that the matter that his nephew had decided on was even Jiutou could not be brought back. So they began to sigh in their hearts, feeling that their eldest nephew had lost his heart.

After chatting for a while, the two women began to prepare supper. Canghai had just returned. Although there were only four people in the family, Cang Shiyuan and his wife still prepared a large table of dishes, half of which were meat and vegetables. During the meal, the five of them drank a little wine. This meal lasted from five o'clock in the evening to nine o'clock, which was the case.

After a meal, Canghai realized that the current policy of the county is to centralize resettlement. It turned out that all the poor people in the mountains and valleys were concentrated in the towns. The province spent a lot of money to divert water and open fields to resettle these originally poor villagers. Now it has achieved some small achievements. Although the land production is still far behind the south, it is not too difficult to make up food for a year.

But the consequence of this is that the already barren wasteland and yellow land is now even sparsely populated, and the road to the original village is naturally even more impossible to build. So if you want to enter the village, you can't get through a carriage at most, and you have to be the kind of old and narrow carriage.

The best means of transportation to enter the village is a motorcycle, almost a mule and donkey. As for walking, it is no longer the past. Few people will spend a whole day walking back from the mountains.

Thinking of this, Canghai planned to go to the motorcycle shop in the town tomorrow morning and buy himself a shared motorcycle. As for his old man, he placed it directly at the door of Uncle San’s house.

While thinking about what to do when he returned home tomorrow, Canghai fell asleep in a moment.
Chapter completed!