Great Power Army Reclamation

Ye Yuze's eyes were a little blurry. He knew that even if everyone in the world told lies to him, there were two people who would definitely not. One is my mother and the other is my wife. One is a biological mother, and the other is better than a biological mother.

Seeing Lin Dalong gaping at this scene, Ye Yuze stood up a little embarrassed. The mistress still regards herself as a child, but she is already 21 years old.

When I asked about the master's situation, it turned out that they came back because of the land division in their hometown. Now the master is living a pretty good life. The three people are divided into six acres of land, including three acres of jujube trees. The crops grown are enough to eat and the dates can be sold for money. In addition, the couple is still forging iron, which is also a very good income.

Ye Yuze looked at the graying hair of his master and his wife, and his nose felt a little sore. They are older than their parents, already fifty. Although his body is still strong, at that time, fifty years old was basically considered old age. The woman has retired at the age of fifty, but the master's wife is still wielding a sledgehammer and striking iron like a young man.

Ye Yuze also talked about his own situation. I heard that Ye Yuze actually had such a big business. The teacher's wife couldn't close her mouth with laughter, and kept praising Ye Yuze.

After speaking, it was almost evening. Ye Yuze looked at the room and asked, "Where is my sister?"

Blacksmith Lin said with some pride: "She went to perform with the martial arts team. Now the markets and temple fairs have resumed. The city organized a martial arts team and a lion dance team to perform at the temple fair, and she has been following the teams."

"Then she won't go home?" Ye Yuze missed that strong sister very much. She had always protected him since he was a child, and she seemed to be his protector.

"I'll be back in a while. They are all nearby. Maybe they rehearsed again after coming back." The master's wife didn't take it seriously, as if this girl was not her biological child.

The door creaked open, and a loud voice rang out: "Mom, I'm hungry. What did you do?"

Ye Yuze looked up and was stunned. If the voice hadn't sounded familiar, he wouldn't have dared to recognize Zhou Guihua.

When she was little, this girl was both tall and wide. Things like body curves have nothing to do with her, but why are they so different now?

He is 1.75 meters tall, and although his body is still strong, it has clear curves. Her facial features are exactly like those of Mistress, but she is a bit taller than Mistress. She is a completely enlarged version of beauty!

After Zhou Guihua finished shouting and saw that no one was paying attention, she was about to say something when she suddenly saw Ye Yuze sitting on the stool. She was stunned for a moment and rushed over. She picked up Ye Yuze and spun around: "Brother, why are you here? Yes? My mother also asked me to go to Northern Xinjiang this year and find your address."

Ye Yuze was a little dizzy and was turned around. If he had some doubts about whether this was a senior sister just now, this doubt is definitely gone now. She has been turned around by her since she was a child.

"We were cooking and chatting here and there. I forgot to cook. What does Yuze want to eat? Tell the teacher's wife." The teacher's wife stood up and walked around and looked at Ye Yuze.

"You can do anything, as long as it's done by the master's wife." Ye Yuze has always been sweet, let alone when facing the master's wife who has been used to flattering him since he was a child.

The mistress used a hook to pick off a basket hanging under the eaves. There is bacon in it. The bacon here is different from that in the south. The meat cooked on New Year's Eve is hung outside. Eat as you go, this meat has a special flavor. Ye Yuze couldn't describe it, since it couldn't be eaten anywhere else.

Rural people don't have much vegetables in winter, so they dig up a cabbage buried in the yard, chop it with a big knife, and then stew it with vermicelli and bacon tofu. This is the most popular stew here.

There were donkey meat and sausages bought in Hejian in the trunk of Ye Yuze's car, which he planned to nibble on.

The mistress would not be polite to him, so she took it and cut it into two plates. She kept the cabbage hearts that the mistress had peeled just now. Now she cuts them into thin strips and mixes them with salt and sesame oil. This is a very delicious side dish.

"Osmanthus, go get the Laobaigan that has been stored in the jar for three years. Dad will have a drink with Yuze today!" Osmanthus smiled and went to the cellar to get the wine.

Ye Yuze was a little puzzled and asked, "Master, why do you still have wine that has been stored for three years?"

Blacksmith Lin chuckled: "I had a senior brother, who is also your uncle. But he is no longer here. When I first came back, he came to see me and gave me a recipe for making wine. This is passed down from their family. You You’ll know once you taste it.”

At this time, Zhou Guihua had already walked in with a wine jar weighing about five kilograms. After removing the mud seal, a refreshing aroma immediately filled the room.

"Good wine!" Ye Yuze is also a person who likes to drink. He doesn't need to drink. The smell of this wine is a rare good wine. I couldn't help but praise.

Rural people do not pay attention to the use of wine glasses when drinking, and pour directly into large coarse porcelain bowls. Blacksmith Lin picked up the bowl and touched it with Ye Yuze. He picked up the wine bowl and drank half of it with a "squeak" sound.

Ye Yuze also imitated his master's example and drank half a bowl with a "squeak" sound. Then he stayed there for a long time without moving. A stream of hot water flowed down his throat and into his stomach like lava. It felt like a sour feeling.

After a while, "Cough cough cough!" Ye Yuze finally calmed down and coughed hard several times. The wine was too strong and he drank too much, so he choked.

Blacksmith Lin looked at his apprentice with a proud face, as if he could calculate that Ye Yuze made him a little excited. There was no way, he couldn't drink these two apprentices when they were young.

After he finished coughing, Ye Yuze's whole body felt warm, as if he was soaking in a hot spring. Indescribable comfort: "What a wine! Master, what is this wine called?"

"This is called Blacksmith Lin Lao Baigan, and this is the only one with no other name!" Blacksmith Lin picked up the bowl and took another sip with high spirits, then raised his face slightly and looked at the sky at a forty-five degree angle.

Aunt Zhou raised her chopsticks and hit the man on the head, scolding: "You only learned this little skill, and now you don't know what your last name is?"

When Ye Yuze heard that this wine was really brewed by his master, he couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Master is mighty!"

Zhou Guihua also despised her father's arrogance, but she was also a little proud of him. He said to Ye Yuze: "My father makes two hundred kilograms of wine a year, and it is all ordered early every year. If people want to buy more, he won't make it."

Blacksmith Lin looked indifferent: "Of course you can't keep enough of good things. Only those who drink enough are good wines. If you stay drunk on the wine table all day long, no matter how good the wine is, it will lose its taste."

Ye Yuze nodded, Master, this is typical hunger marketing! But it really works. After a meal of wine, Ye Yuze felt completely comfortable. I originally planned to get drunk with the master and then break up. As a result, under the restraint of his wife and senior sister, the master became drunk, but he was not drunk. There's nothing we can do about it, the master can't drink enough.

In a blink of an eye, it’s the last day of 2021. My greatest pride is spending time with everyone. The years may be happy or sad, bitter or sweet, but what does it matter? Because this is life.

I am also an unsuccessful person in life, so I can only describe dreams and hopes in books. I also hope that my readers, like me, can look back at the past and say, "Fuck it!"

Because we can't control our lives, but we can control our emotions. Casual, no matter what you face? Let’s shout together, “Labour and management are not afraid of you!”

In the new year, we will all have a good start. So come on! There is still the last day of 2021. Give me all the votes. Although the writing is not good, I tried my best, right?