"Grandpa, your unfilial grandson has come to see you. Your grandson has not been at home these past few years. If I feel sorry for you, don't blame your grandson!" Qin Erba sat down on the ground and muttered to himself in front of his grandfather's grave. In fact,

He does not believe in superstition, but this kind of spiritual sustenance allows him to feel longing for his grandfather.

I think he was abandoned by his parents in the wild because of his weak health since he was a child. If his grandfather hadn't taken him home out of mercy and raised him like a pee, there would never have been a person like Qin Erba in this world.

"Come, grandpa, look, I bought you your favorite liquor. This is not junk like Lao Baigan, but pure Kweichow Moutai!" Qin Erba took out another well-packaged bottle from the package.

Baijiu said, this was something given to him by the battalion commander when he was discharged from the army. In these days, this is a rare and high-end product.

I remember that the battalion commander still had a look of sigh and helplessness on his shoulder, patting himself on the shoulder and said: "Second tyrant, with your skills and courage, why do you want to leave? Even if it is not a war period, you cannot make contributions and serve the country, but with your

The division’s number one boxing champion, it’s easy to become a special soldier!”

But Wu Heng was eager to go home. He rubbed his wet red eyes directly at his comrades and resolutely refused.

Qin Erba sprinkled Maotai wine on his grandfather's grave with a somewhat sad expression. Of course, he was not feeling sorry for the wine, but a picture in his mind. In the picture, he was eleven or twelve years old at most, with a tiger-like head and a tiger-like head, while his grandfather was drinking him.

The picture of making inferior wine, peeling peanuts grown at home, and shouting about buying good wine for grandpa when he grows up...

About half an hour passed like this. Qin Erba's eyes couldn't help but turn red. He took out a lot of paper money from the black bag with both hands. He didn't speak this time. After watching the paper money burn up, he took out a large amount of paper money.

I took out the firecrackers and circled around Grandpa's grave.

"Grandpa, come and get the money. My grandson will come to see you later!" After saying that, Qin Erba put the red cigarette butt on the firecracker starter, then stepped back a few steps, only to hear a few rapid "hisses"

, then the gunfire continued, crackling, like thunder in the sky and the earth, and the billowing smoke filled the entire hillside...

"Hey, Qin San, where did this firecracker come from?" said a rustic farmer holding a hoe on the dirt road in Qinjiawan.

"You fucking Qin Huizi, you're blind and you can't see. No, it's on Maozi Ridge across the street!" The person called Qin San was a young and strong man in his twenties. He looked a lot older.

The doppelgänger, but a pair of small eyes and a few moles are not that good.

"Hey, I said it on Maozi Ridge. Looking at the posture of Qingyan, I'm afraid it has a lot of background! Can you tell me which cemetery on Maozi Ridge has a descendant like this!" The fifty-year-old old man who was scolded

He seemed a bit honest and didn't reply.

The man with several black moles spat and said: "Tsk, the people buried on Maozi Ridge are the old man from Qin Daniu's family in the bay, and the old man Qin who gave birth to a useless son, but look

It looks like it was most likely owned by Qin Daniu's family. Speaking of old man Qin, for a prodigal like this, I don't think he will be able to enjoy this blessing for the next few generations!"

The honest old man shook his head, and a figure seemed to appear in his eyes. He said with emotion: "That's not necessarily true. What if the grandson of Old Man Qin's family comes back? That second bully has been smart and timid since he was a child. Although he is a bit naughty,

But I think he will definitely become something great!"

The man with black moles named Qin San trembled indifferently when he heard the word "Er Ba", and an unconcealable strange color flashed in his eyes! Qin Er Ba, this young generation is a famous fierce god from all over the country.

Being competitive and fighting fiercely is almost commonplace, and everyone in Jinfeng Village knows this! And this Qin San is obviously a little afraid.

The man with the black mole suppressed the fear in his heart and pretended to be disdainful and said: "Tsk...tsk, just...that murderer. He has been on the run for nearly four years. He must have died outside long ago!"

"Okay, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you old man. I'm going to watch the show at Old Man Qin's house. It's said that someone from the next village came to collect gambling debts again. I want to see what the Qin family's mother and son will do now?

"The man with the black mole turned around and yelled at the old man, and then walked towards the bay. When he mentioned the mother and son of the Qin family, his face was full of evil smiles.

"Oh, what a sin," the old man carrying the hoe sighed and walked slowly towards the bay...

On Maozi Ridge, Qin Erba looked back a few times for the last time, and walked down the mountain with a heavy look on his face.

Because he was eager to go up the mountain to visit his grandfather's grave, Qin Erba did not pay attention to the bankers in his hometown. Only now when he came down from the mountain did he look at the green corn fields and the healthy citrus trees.

"It seems that God and the sun are in harmony this year! The corn in every household is growing well!" Qin Erba looked at the growing corn stalks beside him and nodded.

Farmers depend on the weather all year round. To put it bluntly, they rely on harvests. If there is an unlucky season, they will not be able to recover the cost, let alone the money for seeds and fertilizers. Qin Erba grew up in the countryside, so of course he knows this.

The importance of corn” to a farmer!

As for these citrus, Qin Erba was not allowed to know about it, because when he went out to serve as a soldier, his family did not grow so many citrus. Each family only had two at most in front of the door, just to taste them in winter.

.Unlike now, almost the entire land in my hometown is planted with citrus!

 
Chapter completed!