Chapter 498

Feng Yiping closed his eyes, stretched out his hand from under the quilt to touch the side, but found nothing, opened his eyes and saw that Huang Jingping was no longer on the bed.

From outside the concealed door, you can hear the sound of washing cups, birds chirping, and Mongolian horses calling. What a beautiful day!

With a "click", the door was gently pushed open, and Huang Jingping walked in with a washbasin, "You're awake!" She kissed Feng Yiping's face lightly, her lips were cool, and she was wearing toothpaste "Wake up, okay? The scenery in the morning is good, and the air is also good. Uncles and aunts just accompanied grandpa and went to the lake. Get up, okay?"

She coaxed Feng Yiping like a child.

"Well," Feng Yiping buried his head on her neck, smelling the familiar body fragrance, "kiss me one more time and I'll get up,"

"Hmm," Huang Jingping kissed him on the cheek twice, and then lifted the quilt with her hands, "Get up," Feng Yiping yelled, quickly put on his clothes, opened the door, and the breeze took him with him. The breath of the prairie blew in.

"It's so comfortable," he stood outside the door and stretched his waist, and found that almost no one was sleeping late. Everyone got up in twos and threes. Many of the parents of his group gathered around the horses and camels, habitually squatting on the ground smoking a cigarette, looking at the rare big animal in front of him, and talking eagerly with the people next to him.

If this takes them to a scenic spot on the mountain, they probably don't have the taste. They have never seen other scenery in this life. The mountain is really tired of seeing it, but such a flat land boundary, they really think it is quite strange, and it will be a while. I'm afraid I can't see enough.

"Hurry up and wash it off," Huang Jingping handed over the toothbrush filled with toothpaste.

Feng Yiping understood what she was thinking. Last night was the first time the two of them lived together openly under the noses of grandpa and parents. The villagers also knew that as a girl, she certainly couldn't let Feng Yiping Sleep in this morning.

Holding the camera, Feng Yiping took Huang Jingping's hand and went to the lake to find his parents. From time to time, someone greeted them, "Get up."

After walking over, she could still hear the words "It's a good match" from behind. Huang Jingping was in a good mood immediately, smiling, and held Feng Yiping's arms even tighter.

Parents, grandpa, and the others are looking at a few horses drinking water in a trough converted from an old wooden boat. Feng Zhenchang walks around the horses with his hands folded. It seems interesting to touch them. Take the urge.

"Grandpa, Mom and Dad, did you sleep well last night?"

"It's good. This place is so hot during the day, but it's a bit cold at night," Mei Jianzhong said with a smile.

"You two don't move." Mei Qiuping also had a camera on her neck, and clicked a picture at them, "I will definitely take some more photos of you riding on a horse at noon. You still remember when you were in the third grade, because you only gave them My sister took a picture of riding a horse, but didn't take a picture of you, did you lie on the ground and roll around?"

"Mom, how can such a thing happen?" Parents seem to be the same, always like to talk about their children's embarrassing things in front of their children's partners.

"Is it a photo of wearing a military uniform and riding a horse? I also took a photo when I was a child, and it seems to be still there now," Huang Jingping said with a smile.

"Yeah, there are too many girls in taking pictures. You say he is a boy, why are you arguing with your sister?"

At that time, taking pictures was still a rare thing. Occasionally, a master would bring a camera, lead a horse with several sets of clothes, and go from village to village to take pictures for everyone.

How much is a piece of Feng Yiping can't remember clearly, it should be one piece? Or less than a dollar, anyway, it was a rare thing at the time, it seemed that he was sensible, and it was the first time he was crying and begging his parents for money.

"I didn't want to take pictures, but I was very interested in cameras at the time," Feng Yiping argued weakly.

This is actually true. In the era when Feng Hongbing's dual-card tape recorder was the rarest item in the village, the camera was a proper high-tech, even black technology, in the eyes of rural children like them.

It's a pity that no one paid attention to him. Huang Jingping and her mother were looking at the photos in the camera. Grandpa and father were squatting on the ground head to head, talking about something. He leaned over, and Mei Jianzhong grabbed a handful of soil from the ground, " You said such a good land, and there is water next to it, what’s wrong with planting it?”

He is such a simple and lovely little rural old man. If he were allowed to go to the emperor's imperial garden, he might also disapprove of those flowers and trees, and say, "This good land is for nothing,"

"Grandpa, let's go back and have breakfast," Feng Yiping said with a smile.

Feng Zhenchang, who was also picking up a grass to check the soil quality, went to the sink to wash his hands, and looked at the horses that were startled away, "I'm afraid they can plant a lot of land for us,"

Just to find a reason, I have to say that now, Dad's temperament of a businessman is gradually overshadowing that of a farmer.

"The Mongolian emperor and royal ministers ate in such a place back then, so don't we also eat imperial food now?" Looking at the golden-roofed tent in the center, Mei Jianzhong said with a smile.

"Isn't it?" Mei Qiuping answered.

"Then there should be a lot of foreigners here," Feng Zhenchang said. When he was free, he would read Feng Yiping's history textbook.

Hehe, they are always very interested in the affairs of emperors and generals.

Talking and laughing with Huang Jingping, and following them around a yurt, Feng Yiping met an unexpected, but actually expected person.

The big Mongolian brother who played the matouqin last night was waiting with a middle-aged man wearing a royal blue Mongolian robe and a lot of accessories.

"Mr. Feng, good morning. I'm Baiyin. The person in charge of this scenic spot is here to wait for you for breakfast. These are your elders. Let's all go together. We have prepared enough porridge and steamed stuffed buns. There is also freshly squeezed milk, and you cooked a lot of vegetables that you brought yesterday," Baiyin said in not-so-standard Mandarin.

"Uncle Baiyin, just call me Yiping, thank you for your kindness, we are here as a group this time, we want to have dinner together," Feng Yiping declined his invitation, he understood Baiyin's intention.

"Brother, thank you yesterday," he said to the man playing the matouqin.

"I'm Chaolu, little brother Yiping. We're here today to ask if we can buy the song you played yesterday."

This Chaolu is straightforward, standing on the side of the road, he said the reason for coming.

Feng Zhenchang and Mei Qiuping knew that when they opened their first noodle restaurant, the money they lacked seemed to come from their son selling songs. There is no shortage of this money now, but they really want to ask, "How much can you pay?"

"I'm sorry Brother Chaolu, this song is useful to me, so I can't sell it to you,"

"We have already asked, I heard that you are in business and don't rely on singing for a living, so why can't you sell it to us?" Chao Lu said.

"I'm sorry, I'm really useful,"

"That's fine, don't disturb your meal," Baiyin pulled Chaolu back, "Don't take offense, he's just a straight-hearted person,"

Watching Feng Yiping and the others walk away from the central tent, he said to Lu, "That's all? You've heard a few lines of our singing, right? The whole song is even better, and it's very suitable for us to perform. Come down, it will definitely attract more people to play, "

"Chaolu, can't you change your impatient temper? Don't they still have to stay for a day, so they have time to do their work well, go, go to my place for dinner," he glanced at Feng Yiping, "Don't worry, it's business People are easy to talk about,"

"Yiping, what are you going to use these photos for?" Feng Zhenchang asked after walking for a while.

"Sister Jin said that the convenience store is useful for publicity," Feng Yiping said vaguely. Parents and mothers don't have much contact with the publicity methods, and some of them probably don't understand.

"Are you taught by Teacher Zhu?" Mei Qiuping asked.

"I learned the basics from Teacher Zhu," Feng Yiping secretly praised himself for his exhaustive strategy. If he hadn't studied with Teacher Zhu for a year in junior high school, it would be really hard to explain these things now.

"Teacher Zhu and Teacher Wang are now transferred to the county, right? If I have time back, I have to go and see them," Feng Zhenchang said.

"It should be. They were so responsible for Yiping during the three years of junior high school. They should go and see," Mei Jianzhong said.

"If Yiping is sold, how much do you think they will pay for it?" Mei Qiuping still couldn't help asking.