Luo Changjun stayed to have dinner at Zhang Yaohua's house. He actually watched a little kid who was under eight years old cooking there. The only thing he did was to help Zhang Yaohua burn fire. Other people's houses were mixed wood, and it would be burned for a long time with a handful of firewood. Whether anyone could burn the fire was the same.

Luo Changjun turned the firewood that was originally burning very strongly again into smoke bombs again, and then laughed at Zhang Yaohua.

Zhang Yaohua had no choice but to set up the firewood again and then blew it on, "Uncle Ronaldo, you don't have to add firewood to it all, stuff it all in. If the air doesn't circulate, the fire will naturally be extinguished."

"So that's how it is." Luo Changjun looked like he suddenly realized, and then talked about the serious matter, "My father wants to invite you to a meal. I'll come to pick you up next Sunday."

"No need. There is a lot of farm work at home now. During holidays, I have to do farm work quickly. Otherwise, the field will be deserted." Zhang Jiaohua focused on cooking.

"No way. Your parents left you at home and asked you to do this and that?" Luo Changjun immediately frowned.

When Zhang Yaohua heard Luo Changjun talk about his parents, he spoke in a bad tone and quickly defended himself, "No. I want to plant it myself. Don't underestimate me, I can do what adults can do."

"Ambition." Luo Changjun gave Zhang Yaohua a thumbs up, "When I was a child, if my parents threw me away at home, I would be afraid I would starve to death. I couldn't even cook."

Luo Changjun's words made Zhang Yaohua a little difficult to understand. Children who can't even cook rice are difficult to understand. For them, from the age of their age, they have to help their families with all kinds of housework. They cut pig grass, cook, cook rice, and thresh... The children in Meiziao all started to try to do it when they were five or six years old. Some of them were sensible early, and they took a kitchen knife to the field and chopped cabbage at the age of two or three.

"Who in our village doesn't help the housework? I can't afford to do the farm work." Zhang Yaohua felt that this was simply normal.

"But, aren't you just in the first grade of elementary school? Shouldn't you study hard now?" Luo Changjun felt that Zhang Yaohua was a little irrelevant.

"I didn't bring the work to school," Zhang Yaohua said angrily.

Well, the little kid cannot communicate normally. Luo Changjun suddenly felt that it was wrong to treat Zhang Yaohua as an adult to communicate. Fortunately, he was not Zhang Yaohua's biological father, otherwise this generation gap would have drowned him.

"Or what if I bring my dad to you next time. Maybe he likes the environment in your countryside more. The environment in your countryside is so good, the air is fresh. Each one has such a big yard. There are fruit trees planted around it." Luo Changjun had a very good idea.

"That's good. It's a pity that there are no good foods in our countryside." Zhang Yaohua was very happy at first, and then a little embarrassed. Without good things to entertain guests, it always makes people in the mountains feel guilty.

"It's okay. What you usually eat, and then we will eat whatever we come here. Isn't there any wild boar meat in your house? This is a good thing." Luo Changjun said, looking up at the waxed wild boar meat hanging on the bacon shelf.

"You like eating so much, you can bring a few more pieces back later." Zhang Yaohua said with a smile.

"No, no, no. We can't eat so much. The last time you gave us wasn't finished. When I finish eating, I'll come and ask you. My family doesn't have the same bacon as yours, nor does it burn firewood. After taking this meat back for a long time, it won't have the smell of bacon." Luo Changjun quickly declined.

When Luo Changjun left, Zhang Yaohua kept sending Luo Changjun to the car. This time, Luo Changjun refused to ask for anything Zhang Yaohua brought to him. Originally, Zhang Yaohua was going to get him a piece of bacon and catch a chicken and a duck. But Luo Changjun was coming to thank Zhang Yaohua, so why would he accept these things Zhang Yaohua had?

"Go back. If you have any difficulties alone at home, come to the town to find me." Luo Changjun kicked the accelerator and the jeep ran into the distance.

Zhang Yaohua kept seeing the jeep crossing mountains and rivers until she couldn't see it.

The direction of Meiziao coming out of the mountain is Zhang Qiaohua, that is the direction of his parents going out. Zhang Qiaohua doesn’t know which direction Guangdong is, but in his heart, his parents are going out. He looks at that direction, in fact, he is looking forward to one day his parents going home from that direction. Although he knows that this day will not be realized until the Chinese New Year, Zhang Qiaohua still looks there every day.

Zhang Yaohua turned around and went home, and Zhang Dechun walked out of the room.

"Beggar, where is that person? I saw him driving a jeep to our village two or three times. Yesterday, it seemed that this car sent your grandfather and you back." Zhang Dechun held an enamel cup in his hand and filled a large cup of cotton tea brewed in boiling water. Cotton tea is a unique tea leaf in Meiziao. This kind of tea tree is completely different from the usual tea tree. However, the tea brewed from this kind of leaves also has a unique flavor. It is sweet and delicious, which can quench thirst. Usually, it is cooked in large pots and pots. After cooking, it is either cooled to make herbal tea or put it in a boiling water bottle.

Zhang Dechun saw the commune cadres brewing tea in the commune. He, a farmer, naturally couldn't understand the elegant behavior of the city people, but it did not prevent Zhang Dechun from learning that the city people were holding a cup of tea, constantly blowing the tea leaves floating on the cup with their mouths, and from time to time enduring the boiling water, he took a sip carefully.

"Grandpa Dechun, you don't know how hot you drink it when it's cold? It'll look good after scalding your mouth like Zhu Bajie." Zhang Yaohua couldn't help but say as if he looked at Zhang Dechun.

The one who played cards at Zhang Dechun’s house couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Zhang Dechun accidentally drank a full sip of water, and was so scalded that he vomited and sprayed it out, "Beggar, you, a ghost boy. You don't know anything but you don't know, you're still talking nonsense. I'm tasting tea, do you understand? It's terrible to be uneducated!"

Zhang Dechun looked at everyone with disdain. But the mouthful of boiling water just now made him blush and his embarrassed expression was completely hung on his face.

Zhang Yaohua looked at Zhang Dechun's embarrassing look and smiled, "The people in the town have special tea cups for drinking tea. That kind of purple clay cup looks good. Where can I use an enamel cup to make tea?"

"You know, you've never seen cadres drinking tea. The cadres in the commune drink tea are like me, just taking this kind of enamel cup. My cup is not simple. Have you seen it, an excellent family planning worker." Zhang Dechun looked at Zhang Yaohua disdainfully.

"You are also an advanced person. You are a dog-legged person and bring family planning to demolish the houses of the villagers. You are so embarrassed to say that you are just a dog traitor who specializes in war movies to the countryside." Zhang Yaohua was not afraid of Zhang Dechun, but instead choked Zhang Dechun as soon as he spoke.

Several people who played cards at Zhang Dechun's house laughed so hard that their stomachs were hurt. However, they only dared to say some words in their hearts, but Zhang Yaohua could say them without hesitation. Zhang Dechun couldn't take Zhang Jiaohua to do anything. She could only watch Zhang Yaohua leave helplessly.

"You are decades old and you can't get along with a shit boy. I'm satisfied with these things and have been ridiculed by someone else." Zhang Dechun's wife Xiao Mangui walked out and nagged for a few words.

"You know what you want!" Zhang Dechun couldn't help but swear.

Xiao Mangui rolled his eyes and did not dare to say anything more. Secretary Zhang's authority in his own yard is quite high.

Zhang Dechun's cub Zhang Shunlin couldn't help but say, "Mom just said to you, why are you so fierce?"

"What do you know about your mother? How many cadres in the town can drive in the car now? Those who can drive in the car are all well-known in the town. I was wondering if I could get in contact with this cadre through beggars. At that time, you will be able to become a regular businessman. You think I can't speak beggars." Zhang Dechun gave Zhang Shunlin a blank look.

"That's right. But the person who drives the jeep should not be from the government department. But from the police station. There is a jeep in the town government and a police station. The car of the town government is the car of Secretary Hu, the town party secretary. Mayor Tang, who goes back to his home in the county, takes a bus to go back." Although Zhang Shunlin was just an elementary school teacher, he was a Menqing in the town. In fact, he found out about these things from Gong Ziyuan. Gong Ziyuan's home is in the town and has some connections with the town government. When he came to Meiziao Primary School, it was mainly to solve the staffing problem. However, Gong Ziyuan did not have a very tough relationship in the town. Otherwise, he would not have to go to Meiziao.

"I don't know that this jeep is a police station car? Director Luo of the police station came to our Meiziao last time. I have also assisted in their work. Look, I must establish a good relationship with Director Luo through beggars. By finding relationships in the school district in the town, you can solve the problem of your becoming a regular person. It is best to be transferred to the town." Zhang Dechun said proudly.

I don’t know when it started, but playing cards has become the main theme of Meiziao’s leisure activities. From playing cards and sticking beards to winning or losing at the beginning, to winning or losing at the moment of dozens of yuan now. The folk customs are slowly changing in a subtle way.

When Zhang Yaohua walked to the door of her house, she found a squatting beside the field and recognized her.

"Hey! Chen Dianzi, why are you staying here?" Zhang Yaohua recognized the person with the ragged body of the other party.

"Beggar, why is your wheat like planting beans?" Chen Dianzi couldn't tell at all that he had any problems.

"Each kills pigs and butts has its own way of killing. You don't care how I plant the grain, I'll just be willing." Zhang Jiaohua was too lazy to explain in detail to a madman. In fact, he couldn't tell me the reason. His original purpose was to save the hardship of transplanting rice. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!