Quick Transmigration: The Harvest God, I'm Very Busy

Chapter 72 The Female General in the 70s (78)

Speaking of which, Qinghun first pointed to the North House: "I live in the North House."

Pointing to the south room again, he said: "That's the room reserved for you. It's been cleaned up. The bed is a big bed. You two will fall asleep first. If you feel crowded, I'll ask Uncle Xian and the others to help make a kang out of it in spring." , Sleep more spaciously."

Yan Qingjun couldn't help laughing, got up and went to the south room to have a look around, the adobe room, it's really hard to say how good it is, but a big wooden bed about 1.5 meters, with snow-white curtains hanging on it, the windows are It is open to the yard, and now the sun is shining in, and it looks quite bright.

Anyway, this is his home, and when he thinks of the word home, he feels sour and happy.

Qinghun saw him come out in a circle, with a smile on his face, seemed to be satisfied, but heaved a sigh of relief.

To be honest, she was afraid that her younger brother would dislike the poor conditions at home.

"New quilts and mattresses have been prepared, and they will be spread for you later. There is still a desk and chair missing in the room. When Mom comes back, I will move the table in Mom's room for you to use. It just so happened that my mother and I Uncle said, I will make two or three tables in a few days, and I will replace you with new ones when you are done."

Yan Qingjun waved his hand: "That's pretty good. I don't need to move my aunt's table. Even if I didn't look at it, I knew it was much better than the educated youth's place. Not to mention anything else, you don't have to be crowded with so many people, and you don't have to bump into others in your life." Hit, it’s easy to be wary of coming and going. Hey, besides, didn’t you say that there is no shortage of food at home? I guess the rations for me and Qi Heng are not enough, and I will rely on you to support me in the future. Yes."

At the end, Yan Qingjun joked.

Qinghun raised his face: "Don't worry, I promise to turn your bamboo pole into a fat club."

Yan Qingjun raised his hand and slapped her on the back of the head: "Why are you talking to brother?"

After he finished speaking, he was happy.

After all, they are close blood relatives. Although it is the first time they have seen each other in more than ten years since they were born, this joke really eliminates any estrangement.

While talking, the buns were steaming hot, Qingyan got up from behind the stove, washed his hands, picked up the buns, mixed some cornmeal into the pot and stirred a few times, when it boiled, he found a big pot to fill the porridge, He said to Yan Qingjun: "Brother, take the porridge to the east room."

When Yan Qingjun went to the east room with a bowl of porridge, Qinghun found a tray, took two pairs of chopsticks and two empty bowls, put the buns away, and brought a plate of pickled vegetables and fried fish from the cupboard, put it on the tray, and took it away. East House.

Qi Heng was sitting obediently on the kang, and when he saw Qinghun brought something, he wanted to help, but was stopped by Yan Qingjun: "Leave it alone, I'll come."

The two devoured their food, which showed that they were really hungry.

Yan Qingjun said while eating: "These two days on the train, it's really hard to describe, we just ate dry biscuits. The train only went to the neighboring city, got off the train and transferred to our city, and then transferred from the city to the town , When we arrived in the town, I carried so much luggage on my back and walked for more than ten miles. If I don’t eat any more, I feel like I’m really going to starve to death.”

Such a big meat bun, the two of them almost finished it in two or three mouthfuls, and the porridge was too hot to drink at all.

Qinghun hurriedly said: "Is it enough to eat? I can't catch up with other things, and the buns are enough."

Yan Qingjun replied inarticulately: "Enough, what if I eat too much? I have to have dinner in a while. By the way, do we have dinner at home?"

"Don't worry, three meals a day, morning, noon and evening, one meal is not a lot."

Yan Qingjun just laughed: "This salted vegetable fish is really delicious. My dad used to talk about the potsticker fish at home, saying that it is delicious in the world, but today I am eating it. Ah Heng, do you think it is delicious?"

Qi Heng glanced at the little girl, thinking in his heart, we can eat so much, the little girl won't be disgusted, right?Yan Qingjun, a foodie, is really not polite at all, and he is not embarrassed at all.

But the little girl had a smile all over her face, seeing him eating like this, that smile was almost kind.Qi Heng frowned again.

Why does he always feel that the little girl is familiar?

Is it because she and Yan Qingjun are siblings and look alike?
He glanced at Yan Qingjun again.

Seems to be a bit like?
"It's delicious." He responded to Yan Qingjun.

In fact, in the capital, they can't eat meat buns a few times a year, let alone eat them openly like they are now.

Is it possible that life in rural areas is so good now?

Then I heard Qinghun say to Yan Qingjun: "Brother, after you have finished eating, I will take you to Hexi to kowtow to the old man. After seeing the old man, you and Qi Heng will follow Uncle Xian to go to Brother Zeyou to go through the formalities, and then go back See the second and third grandpas."

"Okay, I'll listen to you. By the way, Ah Heng is older than you. He is the same age as me, and a month younger than me. Don't be too old or young. He is the third child at home, so you can call him third brother."

Green soul: ...

third brother.Qi Heng.

Sighing, Qinghun nodded: "OK."

After speaking, he smiled at Qi Heng and called "Brother Three".

Qi Heng couldn't help covering his chest.

It feels so strange.

The little girl has such a beautiful smile, and she always feels very familiar.

He seemed to like hearing her call him third brother?
But he still nodded reservedly: "Xiao Wu...sister."

Qinghun remembered his previous life.At that time, the empress, the crown prince, the second prince, the third prince and the fourth prince all liked to call her Xiao Wu.

At that time, there were only four princes in the palace. She was going to study in the study, so she also wore men's clothing and followed the four princes all day long. The emperor laughed and said that this child was just like his fifth son, and he called him She was Xiao Wu, and later the queen and the crown prince followed suit and called her Xiao Wu, so they called her Xiao Wu.

Qinghun shook his head, and drove those images out of his mind.

Responding to Qi Heng with a smile: "My nickname is Yoyo, you can call me Yoyo or Qinghun."

Qi Heng pursed his lips and said nothing.

After eating, they cleaned up the dishes and asked Qi Heng to sit at home. Qinghun took Yan Qingjun to Grandpa Hexi's house.

Entering the house, seeing Qinghun leading a strange young man, Uncle Xian asked: "Little boy, who is this young man?"

Little boy?

Yan Qingjun really didn't know that his family called him Qinghun, so he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Qinghun rolled his eyes at him, and said to everyone in the room: "This is the fourth child of my uncle's family, my younger brother, Yan Qingjun. I just came back, and I brought him here to kowtow to the old man, and recognize the family members by the way."

After hearing this, Aunt Yan was stunned.

Erdan and Yaya also looked at Yan Qingjun curiously, is this brother the little brother that my sister often mentions?
Before anyone else could speak, Aunt Yan rushed over, hugged Yan Qingjun and couldn't help crying: "My son, I finally saw you. How come there is no news all these years? You cruel people... "

Qinghun persuaded from the side: "Auntie, don't be so busy crying, my brother said, my uncle, aunt, and cousin are all well. Now that my brother is back, is it a good thing? You should be happy. "

(End of this chapter)