Siheyuan: After I moved in, the compound became a mess

"Everyone has gone, it's time to return to the soul."

Qin's mother shook her head slightly, knowing in her heart that her daughter had fallen in love with Wang Dabao.

Although she knew her daughter was pretty, the family conditions of the two families were too different. Qin's mother was not optimistic about this and wanted to wake Qin Jingru up, "Just treat it as making friends. I don't think they will be interested in a country girl like you. Give up that idea as soon as possible."

"Oh, Mom, you are my biological mother. I have never seen anyone say this about their biological daughter."

Qin Jingru was a little embarrassed and angry, and stamped her feet vigorously, "It's not up to you to decide whether you like me or not. I think Brother Dabao is a good person. If he really likes me, he won't care about these things."

"Besides, isn't my cousin's husband also from the city? He married my cousin anyway."

Qin Jingru felt embarrassed and added something in a low voice.

"How can they be the same!" Mother Qin's eyelids drooped. "Don't you see the conditions of your cousin's husband's family? What about Wang Dabao? His monthly salary is equivalent to three or four months of your brother-in-law's. With these conditions, it's hard to find a wife in the city."

Qin Jingru knew that what Qin's mother said was the truth, but she couldn't help but refute: "Maybe Dabao wanted to show off and said it nonsense!"

"You're just talking nonsense?"

Mother Qin was merciless in attacking her own daughter, "You can't just talk nonsense about that big motorcycle and watch!"

"Brother Dabao said that he and his leader borrowed the motorcycle."

"Okay, I borrowed it from my boss. Then why didn't you see your cousin's husband borrowing a motorcycle from his boss? He couldn't even borrow a bicycle, let alone a motorcycle and a watch."

Mother Qin stretched out her finger and poked Qin Jingru's forehead. "Anyone who can borrow a motorcycle from a leader must be a respected leader. I don't mean to discourage you. It's just that Wang Dabao is too good and you are not worthy of him."

"Anyway, I think Brother Dabao is very good to me, and it's fine to make friends with him. I'm going to go play with my cousin in a few days."

Qin Jingru's eyes were red and she wanted to argue, but she didn't know how to start. She just said a few words and ran into the house.

Mother Qin sighed. Her daughter has become arrogant ever since Qin Huairu married into the city. She insisted on finding someone from the city as well. Being arrogant is a good thing, but it would be troublesome if it was too arrogant!

After leaving Qinjia Village, Wang Dabao passed through two more villages, and further ahead was Wangjialou Village.

Seeing that there was no one around, he drove his motorcycle deep into the woods, then took the two puppies into the island farm, asked the housekeeper to cook for him, and then took out a batch of rice, flour, grain, oil, tea, milk, candy, pork, cigarettes, liquor, etc. from the warehouse.

Looking at the ground full of supplies, Wang Dabao began to pick and load them onto the motorcycle. If the rope was not long enough, he really wanted to move all the supplies on the ground onto the motorcycle.

After transferring the remaining items back to the island warehouse, the butler's meal was also prepared.

Wang Dabao simply had a picnic in the woods.

After dinner, we drove towards Wangjialou Village with a motorcycle full of stuff.

There is a saying in later generations that the city is full of tricks and the rural areas are more slippery.

But that was in later times, and the human touch in rural areas was still very strong at that time.

Moreover, the village is not big, so if anyone has any problems, neighbors will come forward to help, which makes it more humane.

Wang Dabao's parents died early, and he was unwilling to go to the city with his uncle. Although his uncle would often send things back, he was able to survive and grow up with the help of the entire village until he joined the army.

My uncle didn't come back for several years after he started working, and he hadn't been in contact with many people for decades. The interpersonal relationships in the village had faded, which was one of the reasons why he didn't notify the villagers of his funeral.

A man must have a conscience. In the past, Wang Dabao ate the food of his fellow villagers. Now he is rich, so of course he has to lend a hand to his fellow villagers.

How can you say that just because you have moved to the city and are living a good life, you can forget about the people who once helped you!

What's more, the supplies on the motorcycle are just a drop in the bucket for him. Even if there are a few more motorcycles, it will not be a burden for him.

"stop."

As Wang Dabao was about to enter the village along the path, he was stopped by several members of the militia.

There's no way, he was riding a sidecar motorcycle, it was so cool.

"Where... where are you from? What do you want to do in our village? Is this a motorcycle? What are those things on it?"

A sturdy young man came forward with a shotgun, and his tone seemed to be interrogating Wang Dabao.

"Um, you have so many questions, which one do you want me to answer first?" Wang Dabao was a little amused and looked happily at the young man of about eighteen or nineteen in front of him.

When the young man saw Wang Dabao's rebellious behavior, he immediately poked Wang Dabao's chest with the barrel of his gun: "Hey, just say it when I told you to. Which one do you want to say first? Answer one by one..."

"Snapped!"

Before the young man could finish his words, he was slapped hard on the back of his head by the man who jumped up from behind.

"I don't know where he came from, but I know he came from Wangjialou Village." A man looked at Wang Dabao and laughed.

Another person also stepped forward and glanced at Wang Dabao as if to confirm: "Wow, it's really Dabao. What's the matter? You can't make it in the city anymore, so you decided to return to the village."

Wang Dabao jumped out of the car with a smile, took out a cigarette and handed one to each of them: "Uncles, please stop teasing me. Please introduce this person to me first. I am not very old in our village, so I dare not call him by his name."

The man who had just slapped the young man on the back of the head laughed while holding the cigarette handed to him by Wang Dabao.

"This cigarette with a filter is really good to smoke. Do you have any more, Dabao?"

"Yes." Wang Dabao took out the cigarettes and stuffed them into the man's trouser pocket. "Uncle Li, you can smoke these first. There are more in the car. I'll take them down and give them to you later."

"That's enough, we just need to try it, and you can keep the rest for yourself."

Uncle Li waved his hands hurriedly, and then pulled the young man holding the gun over, "Come, come and meet your nephew Dabao."

"What's the matter?"

Wang Dabao was a little confused, "I have such a young uncle, how come I didn't know about it?"

Uncle Li nodded with a smile: "Your Third Uncle's youngest son was still a kid when you joined the army. He also served in the army for two years and just came back a few days ago. Now that you have nothing to do, you decided to send him to the militia."

Then, Uncle Li gave the young man a light kick on his butt: "Why don't you call for help?"

The young man held the gun between his armpits with a shy smile on his face. He glanced at Wang Dabao and quickly lowered his head, as if he was embarrassed about his behavior with the food. After a moment, he called out, "Da... Dabao, nephew!"

Wang Dabao's head buzzed and all he could think of was "What the hell!"

I remembered, Third Master Wang Tiemin’s youngest son, Wang Tiangao.

I heard from the villagers that after my third uncle Wang Tiemin got married, he vowed to have four sons, and named them Hong, Xing, Gao and Zhao. My third grandmother was also very good at pregnancy, and the first three she gave birth to were all sons, named Wang Tianhong, Wang Tianxing and Wang Tiangao. But things went wrong at the last hurdle.

The third grandmother gave birth to a girl!

Although it was a bit strange to name a girl Wang Tianzhao in this era, it was nothing serious. The problem was that my third grandmother refused to agree to it.

In the end, it was the village teacher who came up with an idea. The little girl should be named Wang Zhaohua. The third grandmother then reluctantly agreed, but she never had another child.