Marrying an Educated Youth in 70s: I led the farm system to counterattack

The old man asked Yang Mo to sit, and Yang Mo sat down on the edge of the kang.

The old man stretched out his withered hand and pulled Yang Mo, probably feeling the tenderness of Yang Mo's hand, and quickly let go.

Without hesitation, Yang Mo shook his hand back and said, "Ma'am, my name is Yang Mo."

The old man took Yang Mo's hand and said, "Good boy, thank you."

Yang Mo: "Don't say that, it's just a little thing."

The old man was not in good spirits, and he was a little short of breath after speaking a few words.

Yang Mo helped the old man to lie down, stretched out his hand to touch the old man's forehead, and said to Wang Lao: "My aunt must be sick."

Elder Wang looked a little lonely: "It should be hungry, and I should be able to feed back by eating something."

Yang Mo thought about the old man's physical condition, the best thing is soup, otherwise it is not easy to raise, so he asked: "Who are the people around, will you have a problem with firing?"

Mr. Wang shook his head and said, "They are all poor people like me. The last one is responsible for looking after the cowshed and our fellow villagers. It is thanks to him to take care of them. Otherwise, we old guys might not be alive today."

Yang Mo said: "Then I'll cook some soup for you, the aunt's body needs to grow slowly."

Elder Wang was a little agitated at this moment, and said: "Then trouble Xiao Yang, I really can't bear Huiwen to let go like this."

Yang Mo went to pick up firewood to start the fire, then filled the earthen jar with rice and water, and started to burn it slowly.

The porridge in the crock should be stirred constantly, otherwise it will easily stick to the pot, so Yang Mo talked to Mr. Wang while stirring.

Thinking of the physical condition of the two elderly people, Yang Mo thought about it, and took out a small handkerchief from his satchel, which contained the ginseng left over from making bear paws last time.

Of course, the shoulder bag is just a cover, actually taken out of the system storage compartment.

Seeing that there were no knives in the house, she took out another small sharp knife, which was the meat-cleaver knife given by Huang Ying when she bought the pot.

Yang Mo cut off a few slices of ginseng with a knife in one hand and put them into the crock, then stirred them gently with a wooden spoon.

Wang Lao saw Yang Mo's actions, and also saw Yang Mo cut ginseng, although it was not one, but it was a good thing.

Anyway, the friendship has already been established, and it is not hypocritical at this time, but what has to be said has to be said.

"Xiao Yang, take this thing out to make the old man feel ashamed."

Yang Mo: "You old man has struggled all your life to have the life we ​​have now. You don't have to care about anything."

These words made Wang Qingzong very emotional. He had fulfilled his lifelong ideals, but he did not expect to fall into this situation now. He didn't care about it. He was used to life and death, but he still had a wife and a daughter. He was unwilling to go like this.

"Old Wang, you can eat these things with other old people. If you run out of food, I'll bring them to you."

Wang Qingzong let go of it now, as much as he owed, he owed it, and if he was polite, he would fall behind. A person who has seen the world and the big scenes will not hesitate.

"Okay, I'll share the food with them, it's hard for these guys."

After chatting for a while, the porridge was almost ready, so Yang Mo filled a bowl and put it aside to dry, then filled another bowl for Wang Lao, handed it to him and said, "Come on, you should always try it, you won't eat meat when it's too late, This porridge is for you."

Wang Qingzong took it, and first sniffed it. The fragrance of rice went straight to his lungs, and there was also the sweet smell of ginseng in the middle. Smelling like this, he felt that his stomach started to move.

He didn't think it was too hot, so he started to drink slowly while holding the bowl, while Yang Mo was stirring the bowl of porridge that was hanging out with chopsticks.

After Mr. Wang finished drinking, Yang Mo handed the bowl of porridge to Mr. Wang: "You ask the aunt to get up and have a bowl."

Gift nodded, turned around, and patted the old wife on the shoulder: "Huiwen, come, get up and drink some porridge before going to sleep."

When the old man got up, Mr. Wang went over with the bowl and slowly helped the old man eat the porridge.

There is no spoon stored in Yang Mo's system, so it feels very inconvenient. Next time I come here, I have to bring a spoon.

When the old man poured down a bowl of porridge, there was a "gulu" sound in his stomach.

Wang Lao said with a smile: "It's a good thing that the stomach qi has recovered."

Yang Mo really didn't understand this, so he said, there is still porridge in the crock pot, Mr. Wang, do you still drink it?

Elder Wang waved his hand and said, "No more, enough for tonight."

After drinking the porridge, Old Wang's wife regained some energy. Sitting on the kang, she took a deep breath and said, "It's been a long time since I had such warm and thick porridge."

Yang Mo then said, "Don't worry, I will send rice over in the future."

The old man looked at Yang Mo and said, "You have a good heart, but don't keep running this way, don't implicate you anymore."

Yang Mo: "The days like this will pass, and the country will never forget you. Madam, you have to take good care of your health. Don't really need you and Mr. Wang, when your health is broken."

Elder Wang was noncommittal, so the aunt smiled and said, "Right now, it's just a day to day, but I'm content, at least I ate comfortably today, and I got to know you little girl."

After speaking, the old man was silent for a while, and then continued: "My Ningning should be older than you, and I don't know what happened to that girl."

Wang Qingzong also frowned and remained silent.

Yang Mo looked at it and said, "Old Wang, Ma'am, if you trust me, you can tell me your sister's address, and I'll take a look when I get a chance, so you don't have to worry about it."

Mr. Wang and his wife looked at each other, and finally, Mr. Wang said: "I really miss that girl, so I will trouble Xiao Yang, but you should also pay attention. If you have the opportunity, just go and see her situation. We don't have to." I miss you so much."

As he spoke, he pulled out a note from a crack in the soil on the wall beside the kang, then handed the note to Yang Mo, and said, "This is the address of that girl, take it."

Yang Mo took the note and looked at it, then put it away, and said, "Old Wang, ma'am, it's getting late, you guys go to bed early, I'll see you again when I have a chance."

Mr. Wang stood up and said, "Xiao Yang, don't call me Mr. Wang. If you're too out of touch, just call me Uncle Wang."

Yang Mo smiled and said, "Call you Uncle Wang, we call you Uncle Wang here."

Elder Wang nodded and said, "Okay."

Yang Mo helped move all the things brought over to a corner, and then covered it with corn stalks and rotten grass before leaving.

When Yang Mo came out, he had a clear view outside. It was the brilliance of the moon, which cast a layer of white light on this small northern village.

Yang Mo walked out along the root of the mountain, got a bicycle on the main road, and rode to the county seat overnight.