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As the new year is getting closer, almost all the men who went out in Yanjiawan have returned home, celebrating the new year happily, and every household has posted a pair of red and bright spring couplets.

Therefore, more and more people come to see Yan Che’s new home at the foot of Wuxu Mountain—the Bamboo House.

Compared to Yan Xu who came here on the first day of his return and did many tricky and confusing behaviors, he never came again.

I heard what Yan Guosheng said: On the night when Yan Xu came back, Zhou Jinlan, who has always been virtuous and quiet, actually cried and argued with Yan Xu in the middle of the night. cry.

After listening to Yan Guosheng's words, Yan Guoqiang was stunned for a long time before uttering a sentence: "Ah, I thought it was Jialing's mother, but I didn't expect..."

Zhang Chaoying walked over and pushed Yan Guosheng away from the bench: "Fourth brother, you can't say that. Although Cuihua is aggressive and arrogant, she never quarrels with Yan Jiang too much." The implication is that : Zhou Jinlan is not as virtuous as Zhao Cuihua.

After listening to Zhang Chaoying's words, Yan Che smiled and sat beside Zhang Chaoying: "Auntie, is Miss Jiamei coming back?"

Zhang Chaoying was taken aback, then stretched out her finger and tapped the tip of Yan Che's nose like teasing a child, and said with a smile: "Drink, you are the only one who misses you Jiamei sister, no wonder Jiamei used to leave all the delicious food to you."

Yan Che touched the tip of Zhang Chaoying's itchy nose with a flattering smile, and smiled: "It's not that my family has no older sisters, only two older brothers. Of course older sisters are more precious than older brothers."

After hearing this, Zhang Chaoying was even happier. She couldn't help but imitate Yan Guosheng, reaching out her hand to Yan Che's head, and sighed: "Hey, the married daughter, the water that was poured out. Your sister Jiamei has a family now. If there is something to do, how can I often go to my mother's house? Why don't you gossip?"

Cursing his lips, Yan Che didn't say "Sister Jiamei's parents-in-law are just passing away", but turned around and said to Yan Guoqiang, "Hey, I'll call my second brother and ask him to come back too."

As soon as Yan Che's words came out, Yan Guosheng and his wife immediately fell silent, and quietly glanced at Yan Guoqiang.

The smile on Yan Guoqiang's face stagnated, and he looked away: "Uncle, let's go to the mountain to have a look."

"Hey, I'm going to adjust some fish food. The seedlings in the pond haven't been fed bait yet." Zhang Chaoying grabbed Yan Guosheng, and Yan Guosheng also stood up: "Ah, yes, I'm going to repair it. The sprayer made a rattling noise when spraying water yesterday, it’s less than half a year old since I bought it, so don’t be so useless.”

While talking, the old couple walked out of the living room of the bamboo building winking, leaving Yan Guoqiang silent and Yan Che staring at Yan Guoqiang, waiting for Yan Guoqiang's answer.

After returning this time, no one in the whole family, or even the people around him, mentioned Yan He except Liu Jianhua. Yan Che didn't know what happened during the few years he was away, let alone Why did Yan Guoqiang never mention Yan He... It seems that Yan He has become a taboo in the whole family, a taboo that only he is kept in the dark.

For this second brother who loves him but doesn't spoil him, it is obvious that Yan Che misses Yan He.

The so-called "happy New Year's Eve, a reunion dinner", the reunion dinner of the New Year's Eve is naturally indispensable for the big brothers and sisters-in-law in the town.Now that I am back, how could the second brother Yan He be missing from this reunion dinner?

Yan Che didn't know what happened, Yan Guoqiang refused to talk about Yan He, but kept his mouth shut.

The father and son sat in the room quietly for a while, the corner of Yan Che's mouth moved, and before he could speak, Yan Guosheng's voice sounded outside: "San'er, come out and look at the pond, the temperature is low today It’s been several degrees, won’t it freeze the fish fry?”

Yan Che looked at Yan Guoqiang, then glanced outside the door, frowning.

Yan Guoqiang raised his eyes and glanced at Yan Che, his lips twitched, and he waved his hand: "You, go and help your uncle to see how to do it."

"But..." Yan Che opened his mouth unwillingly, and Yan Guoqiang stood up first, and hurriedly left the room without giving Yan Che a chance to ask questions.

Looking at Yan Guoqiang who seemed to be fleeing in a panic, Yan Che's eyebrows were filled with a layer of deep melancholy: What happened at home during the past few years when I was away?

People all have the inferiority of asking the truth, and Yan Che is no exception, but the methods he adopts are different.

Others either use unscrupulous means, or pursue and inquire, but Yan Che observes quietly and thinks silently until he finds the truth that is closest to the truth, and then proves it.

Regarding Yan He's matter, the family's cover-up not only aroused Yan Che's curiosity, but also faintly involved some hidden family factors-the alienation between relatives made Yan Che very insecure and reminded him of The panic when his mother died.

Therefore, regarding what happened to him in the past few years when he was not at home, Yan Che felt that this was the main problem that needed to be clarified urgently.

If not, can this family be considered complete?

Yan Che, who was thinking like this, seemed to have forgotten—the first person who abandoned this family maliciously and loved his family was himself.

Not only the fruit trees on Wuxu Mountain grow well, but even the willow trees on both sides of the green brick road at the foot of the mountain are green.

After measuring the pond water temperature with Yan Guosheng with a thermometer, Yan Che went back to the bamboo building. When he came out again, he was already twisting a plastic jug that had been diluted 6:1 with clear water and had a capacity of about 2.5 liters.

He took off the air-dried canvas gloves on the fence and put them on, and put the flower hoe into the basket full of prickly vine branches.

Yan Che planned to replant these thorny vines in the open spaces on both sides of the mountain.

Although Wuxu Mountain is the smaller one among the four mountains contracted by Yanjiawan, no matter how small it is, it cannot be enclosed by the nearly kilometer-long red brick wall.

If you want to enclose the entire Wuxu mountain circle within the wall, it is not realistic, and the most important thing is that the cost is too high.

Therefore, the places on both sides of Wuxu Mountain where stone mines were artificially mined in the early years were "reasonably used" by Yan Che when the red brick wall was built, and the red brick wall and the almost 20-meter-high The bare stone walls are connected as one.

In order to prevent people from climbing into the orchard through the stone wall, the fifth patriarch Yan Yuanzhao asked Yan Che to plant a large thorny vine under the stone wall.

Due to the large area and the chaotic quarry where the gravel remains, Yan Guosheng and Yan Che's uncle and nephew spent more than half a month just taking care of it, and they also used mechanical capabilities.

Although the gravel in the gravel yard has been crushed, a layer of soil [-] centimeters thick has been laid on the surface, and thorn vines have been planted on it, and Yan Che will secretly plant these thorns every day. Spray some slightly diluted clear water on the vines, and the amazingly growing thorn vines have also become small and scaled, gradually climbing to the bare stone walls.

It can't be compared with the wall full of greenery, but now there are dots of greenery on the stone wall.

Due to the fact that the planting area of ​​the thorn vine is too large this time, the planting was hasty before, but it is inevitable that there will be gaps.

No... Yan Che's job today is to "make up for leaks".

After walking around the perimeter of the red brick wall and all the way to the boundary of the gravel field, Yan Che put down the plastic pot next to a big rock that still remained at the pass, and untied the pannier from his shoulders.

After taking out the flower hoe in the back basket, he slipped out bunches of thorny vine branches tied with thatch, spread them evenly on the stones, twisted up the plastic pot and sprinkled a little water, and started his work today.

There is not much soil on the ground, so the hoe should not be too vigorous and dig too deep.

Dig a small hole with a shallow hoe, insert a thorny vine branch into the hole, tamp the first layer of soil, cover it with another layer of soil, and sprinkle enough water to complete it—after all, the amount of water that was sprinkled is complete. There are magical clear water ingredients in the water, and the survival rate of the thorn vine will definitely be greatly improved.

Therefore, as long as water is poured, there is no need to worry about other things at all later, and let them "fend for themselves".

The procedure seems to be light and easy, but the operator basically bends his legs straight to work, and this bend may take most of the day. After a lap, people can be so tired that they lie on the ground like a dog and stick out their tongues.

Fortunately, in the past six months, Yan Che has done a lot of work with Yan Guoqiang and Yan Guosheng. Although it cannot be said that he is now walking like flying with his shoulders on his shoulders and hands, the physical changes are still obvious. The weak scholar who has the power of strength is much stronger-well, at least after one day of work, he can get out of bed the next day.

After a gust of cold wind with ice particles, Yan Che shuddered, pulled his hand out of the glove, rubbed it a few times, covered the scarf tightly, raised his collar, put on the glove again, and bent over to continue working .

When half of the thorny vines in the basket were consumed, Yan Che heard someone calling him.

Looking back, Yan Guosheng was standing at the pass, looking over here.

"Uncle, why are you here?" Yan Che stood up straight with his back supported, took off his gloves and rubbed his hands and asked Yan Guosheng.

Yan Guosheng's face was a little gloomy: "San'er, something happened to your uncle."

"Huh?" Yan Che was taken aback for a moment, somewhat inexplicably in a daze.

"Your uncle has resigned." Yan Guosheng picked up the flower hoe and the remaining thorny vine branches at Yan Che's feet, twisted the plastic pot and walked towards the basket.

"Resign..." Let's just resign. Besides, my uncle will be seventy this year, and the only one who is a cadre in the entire village is an elderly village head like my uncle.

Yan Che wanted to say these words, but looking at Yan Guosheng's face, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and swallowed the words.

"Speaking of which, your uncle's resignation this time is also due to your reasons." Yan Guosheng sat on the boulder, took out a cigarette, ignored Yan Che, and lit it up on his own.

"Me?" Yan Che was really stunned: "What does it have to do with me?"

"Remember the old orange tree in the yard earlier?" Yan Guosheng glanced at Yan Che, and Yan Che swallowed his dissatisfaction, and listened carefully before continuing: "This time people said that your uncle abused his power For the benefit of relatives, the main thing is to talk about the old orange tree in your house!"

Yan Che was puzzled: Is there any connection between "abuse of power" and his old orange tree?Besides, the relationship between the uncles and my family, the welfare can't fall on my family's head, right? !

"Uncle, I'm confused." Yan Che couldn't figure it out, so he directly expressed his confusion: "It has nothing to do with me, does it?"

Hearing what Yan Che said, Yan Guosheng glared at Yan Che: "It doesn't matter? In recent years, the supply and marketing cooperative Xuan rarely sells agricultural fertilizers outside. When it comes to plowing and sowing season, every village distributes some in a limited amount. Even with money, you can't buy them. .”

"The old orange tree in your yard is just a pretext. The main reason is that after you built the mountain, the fruit trees on the mountain are growing very gratifyingly. Who doesn't see it in your eyes, and gossip in your heart?"

"No, it's spring, and the shortage of fertilizers has come again. If you can't distribute enough fertilizers, people suspect that your uncle secretly withheld fertilizers and gave them all to you to serve the fruit trees." Yan Guosheng spat out fiercely. After puffing out a puff of smoke, he finished explaining the reason in one breath.

However, Yan Che frowned deeply when he heard this: "This...uncle, this is too..."

"It's too ridiculous, isn't it?" Yan Guosheng accepted the words, and Yan Che nodded politely.

"Hey." Yan Guosheng sighed heavily, waved his hand, and let Yan Che sit beside him: "San'er, if I didn't know the reason, even I would think so."

Yan Che finally understood that someone was jealous and couldn't stand it, and wanted to find something wrong: "Uncle, then this matter..."

"Cough." Throwing the cigarette butt away, Yan Guosheng patted Yan Che's shoulder and stood up: "I don't know your uncle's personality yet? It's impossible for him to help you, but... the incident with the orange tree earlier , but he really helped you suppress it. Otherwise, how could no outsider know about such a big strange thing?"

As if thinking of something, he frowned, and Yan Guosheng said again: "Hey, I have to take care of him so much. Your uncle has been the village chief for so many years, and he doesn't know how to clean up behind his back. Let's take it off, age. A lot of them are still doing black things, and it’s fine if they don’t end well, and maybe they will have retribution on their children and grandchildren.”

Hearing what Yan Guosheng said, Yan Che was amused: "Uncle, do you really hate Uncle so much?"

Asked by Yan Che, Yan Guosheng turned his head and stared at Yan Che several times, slapped his chest loudly and said loudly: "Scared, you know what a fart, we are brothers, do you know? Brothers can have love. How much hatred? How could it be...um, how could it be possible to hate your uncle?"

If it weren't for the last sentence that obviously lacked confidence, Yan Che would have really believed Yan Guosheng's words.

As soon as Yan Guosheng said this, Yan Che squinted at Yan Guosheng.

Yan Guosheng blushed when Yan Che tilted his face, and shouted: "Look at you, you brat. If Yan Guofan didn't bully you, but bullied me when I was young, would I hate him as a dead old man? Ah..."

When he missed something, Yan Guosheng opened his mouth as if he had swallowed a fly, but he couldn't say a word, so he could only stare at Yan Che.

That night.

Yan Guoqiang and Yan Che spent the night together, talked about Yan Guofan for a while, and after Yan Che repeatedly comforted him, Yan Guoqiang, who had yawned twice, began to feel sleepy.

After pouring hot water from the kettle and letting Yan Guoqiang wash his feet, Yan Che pushed Yan Guoqiang into the house and asked him to rest early... as if the conflict between father and son during the day did not exist at all.

As for Yan Che, after Yan Guoqiang fell asleep, he cleaned up the dishes on the table and carried them into the stove built beside the bamboo building.

After a while of tinkling, the bowls were washed and the pan was brushed. Yan Che put on his sleeves and an apron and wiped the tiled stove back and forth, left and right, and then he was relieved. The sleeves of the apron were withdrawn, while beating the sore waist, twisting the kettle full of boiling water, closing the stove door and preparing to go back to the house.

As soon as he stepped up the small stairs of the bamboo building, he glanced at the gate from the corner of his eye, and found that there seemed to be a person standing outside the gate.

Turning around, Yan Che narrowed his eyes, a little wary: "Who?"

"...It's...it's me." The voice was extremely small, with hesitation, as if it could be blown away by the wind.

No matter how quiet the voice is, Yan Che can still tell who it is.

In the dark night without moonlight, Yan Che drew a "satisfied" arc, and lowered his voice, "Who are you? Why are you standing outside my house at night?"

"Open the door, I, Fujiko are back!"