"Your father and I have figured it out. As an old couple, we have been facing the loess for most of our lives. One of our legs is already in the coffin. We can't do business in the city, so we probably won't go."
This is how Mother Zhao replied to Li Rong.
Having lived in Dajiang Village for most of their lives, the old couple really couldn't let go.
Li Rong was in a daze. She didn't expect Zhao's mother and others to be unwilling to enter the city, which made her a little worried.
After thinking about it, she took a step back: "Mom and dad, it's not like we are going to the city right away. We have to wait until August or September to register for the new semester. Well, I'll talk about it when I come back during the summer."
If the two elders of the Zhao family are still unwilling to go, Li Rong can only take the little one and let his parents watch over him.
The second elder of the Li family seems to be ready to retire. If they are willing, they can help her take care of the children for a year or two.
Anyway, she was going to take the little guy to school in the capital, where the educational resources were good.
On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, Song Xiaoshan came, carrying his son on his back and carrying a large piece of beef.
Zhao's mother regarded Song Xiaoshan as half a son. When she saw him bringing so many things, she half-blamed and said, "Just come, what are you bringing?"
Song Xiaoshan handed the things over: "Hey, what's the point? The brothers in the village slaughtered a cow and sold it cheaper than in the county town. I bought some and came to see you. My brother Song also brought us a lot of things before.
, I just came to wish you well in your old age today, please don’t be angry, Auntie."
Li Rong didn't recognize Song Xiaoshan anymore. Song Xiaoshan used to be thin and lean, and looked like a big child. He must have matured a lot now that he is a father.
She greeted: "Little Shan? I haven't seen you for a long time, and you have become more and more stable."
"Hey, you have to live a good life. You can't just idle around." Song Xiaoshan touched his son's head and taught him to call someone, "Call Auntie."
Although it was already past the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, Li Rong generously gave Song Xiaoshan's son a red envelope for the New Year when he saw the new generation.
Song Xiaoshan didn't want it, so he shied away and said, "What are you doing for him? Brother Song came to my house to give me a round a year ago."
"Brother Song is your brother Song, and I am mine. Come inside and sit down. We will go back after dinner."
"I won't eat anymore," Song Xiaoshan waved his hand, "My wife is cooking at home, so I just want to bring some beef over and we can get together next time when we have time."
He said that it was not easy to keep him, so Li Rong took another bag of toffee for him to take back and eat.
Song Xiaoshan brought a lot of meat. Li Rong cut some and kept it for cooking. The rest was cut into finger-sized meat strips, marinated and fried in a pan.
After frying the spices, add cumin powder and stir-fry again to make beef jerky.
It's quite a luxury to use beef as a snack.
But Li Rong has always been big-handed, and Song Xiaoshan got the beef because of his friendship with Zhao Qingsong, so even if she was done with it, no one else would say anything.
The beef jerky is spicy and spicy, and tastes even better.
Naturally no one would say anything.
Before Li Rong went to the capital, word spread in the village that Li Rong was going to take the old couple to live in the city. Everyone was envious of Zhao's mother and the others for raising a good son and marrying a good daughter-in-law.
Everyone would say this when meeting Zhao's mother.
Mother Zhao was happy in her heart, but she said, "It's not that early yet. We don't want to go in yet. I will take care of the children when An An is older and goes to the city to study."
Now, everyone knows that Mother Zhao doesn't plan to go to the city yet, but it sounds like she will go to the city in the future.
After the fifteenth day, Li Rong will go back to the city to go to class.
Zhao Qingsong couldn't bear to leave her and muttered: "It will take more than a year!"
No matter how reluctant she was, there was nothing she could do. Li Rong made him a cup of malted milk: "It'll be over in the blink of an eye."
"You scholars, isn't there a popular saying? One day is like three autumns after one day has passed. Do you think it's been a long time?"
Li Rong smiled: "There is still a gap, do you understand?"
"I'm a rough guy and don't understand." Zhao Qingsong was halfway through drinking the malted milk when he noticed that An An had been looking at him and said angrily, "What are you looking at? This is what my wife made for me. If you want to eat it, find it."
Your wife is going."
Before An An could ask where his wife was, Zhao Qingsong was pinched by Li Rong: "Don't say such things in front of children."
"Then what are you talking about?" Zhao Qingsong raised his eyebrows and looked at Li Rong, "I don't know when our family will be able to plant pears without being separated. I planted them with passion at the beginning, but I didn't expect this.
"
"You've planted everything, and you can't let it go. You'd better plant it well. I'm counting on you to plant it well and make a lot of money to support me." Li Rong looked at Zhao Qingsong with bright eyes.
When the man looked at her like this, he felt less sad in his heart and looked at Li Rong with hot eyes: "I will definitely let you live a good life."
Li Rong smiled. She didn't know what a good life was, but she felt that her life was already very good.
Once back in the capital, life returned to calm, and Li Rong began to get busy with her own affairs.
Zhao Qingsong is busy with his career in the village, and Li Rong becomes particularly motivated every time he thinks about it. Both of them are working hard for a better future.
In the blink of an eye, summer came and Li's father retired, and Li's mother had to wait another two years.
When Li Rong said she wanted to take her children to study in the city, her second elder was particularly supportive. Li's father said he could help take care of the children.
Li Rong was happy, but still said: "I understand. I will go back to the village to have a look and ask his parents if they want to come to the city. The eldest brother, second brother and the younger ones are probably too busy for you."
Father Li waved his hand: "Let's talk about it then. The boss and the second family have taken care of each other before. We only have a little grandson. Who can take care of it and not make me feel bad?"
Having said that, Li Rong actually still wanted Father Zhao and Mother Zhao to come to the city.
She returned to the village, and Zhao's mother was happy to go now.
Father Zhao felt a little uneasy. A farmer who has been farming for most of his life, wouldn't he feel uneasy if you asked him to go to the city to do business?
Li Rong didn't know his concerns. Mother Zhao, the person beside her, knew it. Mother Zhao comforted him: "Selling fruit is very simple. It's not tiring. You can also save money and grow food. When we get old, we can't always count on the two of us."
Son, right? They all have their own families, so we can do as much as we can."
"Raise a son to protect you in old age," Father Zhao knocked on the door rail with his pipe, "I raise a son, and it is only natural for a son to raise an old man."
"That's what I said, but the second daughter-in-law also wants us to go to the city and enjoy the happiness. If you don't want to do business, the second daughter-in-law won't say anything. She just wants us to help take care of the grandson, and she's afraid that we will be bored.
"
Looking back, everyone in the village knew that Li Rong had gone home to pick up the second elder of the Zhao family and went to the city. They were full of envy, and many people came to the Zhao family to chat with the second elder.
Everyone praised Li Rong.
Going to the city is a good thing, but the only one who is unhappy is Zhao Qingsong.
Although his eldest brother and his family were still at home, Zhao Qingsong felt that he was alone.