Yang Dan blinked, as if tears would fall down immediately if there was no gift from me. Cheng Xiaoyu smiled and touched his niece's head, took out the PSP full of small games and stuffed it into his niece's hand: "Put the hook first, it will not affect your study before giving it to you."

Yang Dan didn't know what it was at first. After Cheng Xiaoyu briefly demonstrated the things, the little girl's eyes lit up immediately. She snatched them and covered them in her arms, regardless of her mother's cold eyes, and quickly stretched out her little finger to Cheng Xiaoyu: "Hook."

"Hooking and hanging on it will remain unchanged for a hundred years."

With the better and more comfortable toys in your hand, the laptop, which is a "big game console" for Yang Dan, has completely lost its position in front of PSP.

"Dayu, what are you doing? I have seen that thing, it costs more than a thousand yuan." Yang Guoping is also a honest person. Although he has some complaints about his wife taking too much care of her parents' family for so many years, he is still the honest and honest person on principle issues.

"I know what this is called, so I'm going home in glory." Cheng Xiaoyu laughed and covered up the matter. He didn't want to continue to mess with the question of how much money he spent. He took out the Maotai Wuliangye wine he bought in Chuncheng from the suitcase, Yuxi, Furong King, Little Panda and other cigarettes. He took out a plastic sealed bag containing a few kilograms of tobacco leaves and placed it on the kang: "You take half of these cigarettes from brother-in-law first, and you can send it to your relatives if you have the rest of your dad. I'll buy some when we go to the city to buy New Year's goods tomorrow. You can prepare first, and I'll take my grandfather for dinner." He didn't give everyone a chance to speak, and hugged Yang Dan, who had already tried to show off to his friends, and walked to the hill not far away.

"Dad, what's wrong with Dayu? These things cost no more than a few thousand yuan. Can he make that much money in Chuncheng?" Yang Guoping was a little knowledgeable. He knew that these things were valuable. He took half of more than a dozen cigarettes, but he didn't dare to take them.

Wang Xiumei and Cheng Xiaojuan were also a little stunned. This time, Dayu's return has changed a lot. Last year, the boy from the old Zhang family said that Cheng Xiaoyu was only able to eat and drink in Chuncheng. What's wrong?

In the end, the head of the family made up his mind. Cheng Laoshi reached out and picked up the beautifully packaged wine and placed it on the cabinet, facing the door, and he would be the first to see if anyone came in.

"What are you afraid of when I buy it for filial piety? My son won't steal it and rob it. Guoping, if you ask you to take it, you can take it. Then you can get a few bottles of wine and cigarettes for my in-laws."

Anyone can see that Cheng Laoshi was really happy. He asked his son to enter the city under the puzzling eyes of many people, and relied on the support of his family for the first year. This made Cheng Laoshi, who hoped that his son would be able to shine his ancestors, look very bad in the village, especially his daughter and son-in-law's family. He felt that he was indebted and the people from the in-laws were not allowed to move around. He was afraid that the other party would come out from time to time. Now, let them see what big money is. My son is called big money.

"Hey." Yang Guoping smiled with a dark face. He picked up a few cigarettes and couldn't even close his mouth. He opened a Yuxi and shared with his father-in-law that this was a good cigarette that they had not met several times a year.

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Cheng Xiaoyu looked at Yang Dan, who was showing off her new toys to the children, and knew that she could not pull her away for a while, so he shouted: "Dandan, play for a while and then go home, and it's time to have a meal later."

"I understand, uncle."

It is more appropriate to describe the hill not far away as a mountain as a large land bun. Compared with the area where the village is located, there are cultivated land at the foot of the mountain and on the hillside. There are some poplar trees on the mountain and two tiled houses built on the top of the mountain. Cheng Xiaoyu's grandfather lived here. He was in his eighties and did not live with his son and girl. He lived on the mountain with a quirky personality. He did not farm the land under his name. He was over 70 years old and farmed himself, and he ate himself everything. He was not serious about his daily life and did not contact the villagers. As the youngest grandson born to the old man's youngest son, Cheng Xiaoyu is one of the few people who can get along with his grandfather, including the next generation Yang Dan, and it is difficult to see a little smile on the old man's face.

Following the path where people who caught wild pheasants in the village were fine in winter, Cheng Xiaoyu walked towards the top of the mountain where his grandfather lived. The country explicitly prohibited the capture of wild pheasants, but in the countryside, this seems to have become a must for the villagers during the slack season in winter. The wild pheasants are covered with condoms and slithers all over the mountains. If they stand on a high place in the morning, it will be snowed last night, and the white patches will see black spots moving forward on the snow. The fun is not about catching wild pheasants, but about enjoying the process of catching them. Of course, if there is a harvest, it will be even more enjoyable.

When Cheng Xiaoyu arrived at the top of the mountain, the old man Cheng was walking back from the other end of the mountain with a wild pheasant. He was in his eighties and was not as healthy as a young man. He was in good spirits. If it weren't for the silver silk on his head, you wouldn't be able to tell that this was an old birthday star in his 90s with a straight waist. It is said that when he was young, the old man participated in the War of Resistance Against Japan and experienced the War of Liberation and Resistance Against U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea. But strangely, Cheng Xiaoyu had never heard of his war history since he was a child.

"grandfather!"

"It's your boy." The old man looked at Cheng Xiaoyu without pausing his movements, but there was a smile on his face, which seemed to be an inhumane manifestation to outsiders, but if it were people in this village, everyone knows that Old Monster Cheng's cold face has been going on for ten years.

"Grandpa, go and have a meal at my house." Cheng Xiaoyu walked up and helped grandpa remove the snowflakes on his body.

"I won't go, I'll come here at night. I'll cook fried wild pheasant for you." The old man shook his head. To put it nicely, the old man doesn't want to add burden to his children. He lives a rigid life, but to be ugly, he is stubborn, quirky personality, dead brain, and stubborn.

How could Cheng Xiaoyu not know how to catch the old man's pulse for so many years? He smiled and said, "I have made some good tobacco leaves for you. Do you want me to smoke it for my father? And the Erguotou pulp that I bought after a lot of effort. Don't you want to drink it? Let's go!"

"Boy..." The old man was so rigid that he was happy to face the little trick he liked to play with his grandson since childhood. He followed Cheng Xiaoyu with a smile, and handed him the wild pheasant in his hand: "I'll give this to you, go back and stir-fry."

The old man walked into the Cheng family with his hands behind his back. Cheng Laoshi, Wang Xiumei, Cheng Xiaojuan and Yang Guoping stood in line at the door to greet him, calling him respectfully and calling him dad and grandpa. The response he received was the gentle hum of the old man's nose.

Cheng Zhen served up and down, but he never got the old man's smile. He served the table early and poured himself a drink, smoking the tobacco leaves Cheng Xiaoyu asked someone to get, and a few bites of pickles. If Cheng Xiaoyu hadn't made jokes from it, Wang Xiumei and Cheng Xiaojuan would not dare to serve on the table for dinner. The lively Yang Dan saw his great-grandfather becoming more concise and well-behaved.

After drinking for three rounds of dishes and five flavors, the old man's face turned flushed, which made the iceberg melt, which gave the family a little smile. When he was eating and drinking, he suddenly said to Cheng Xiaoyu, "Boy, my body is too weak, I will start walking with me tomorrow morning." (To be continued)
Chapter completed!