Chapter 1003 Years and Years 2

On New Year's Eve, it is said that we must keep the year old.

In the main room, people were busy introducing their new wives, praising their children, chatting about their harvest in the coming year, and what girls and boys were looking for.

The atmosphere is very harmonious, all kinds of nonsense.

Compared with the people in the old Zhang family, the three Pingan brothers feel that they are out of place there.

That's right, it's too much to say.

Seeing that the topic shifted to Zhang Mingyou's work assignment, the three Ping'an brothers found a reason to leave.

Seeing this, Zhang's mother also stood up and wanted to go back with the grandchildren, but was politely declined by the three brothers. They think they still have a little discernment.

Can it be described as family happiness?

Seeing grandparents so happy that they couldn't close their mouths all night, why bother to disappoint their reunion.

The sound of firecrackers sounded sporadically in the village and outside the village. This is the sound of seeing small cannons that have not yet been fired being lit by various dolls playing.

The goose feather snow fluttered down from the sky one by one, the temperature in the early morning was the coldest and the wind was biting, and there were children from every household calling their children's nicknames to go home, but they still couldn't get away and play.

If they were in the compound at this moment, the New Year's party in the auditorium would be over, and there would still be small groups of friends gathering together under the street lamps.

Just like their home, uncles and aunts would gather in the living room all night long while drinking and bragging, while the three brothers began to sort out New Year's gifts.

In their small courtyard, Xiao Wang and Xiao Zheng took turns to stay on duty at night again. At this moment, Ping An was crazily homesick. If he hadn't worried about his two younger brothers, he really wanted to leave...

Without parents by your side, no place is home after all.

When 611 entered the bedroom, the first thing he said was: "I will go to Grandpa Dashan's New Year's greetings in two days, let me mention it."

Wu Yi, who took off his coat, paused for a while, "Well, I really need to say something more, otherwise, how can I be fair to the soldiers stationed at the front line."

Hearing the words, Ping An hooked the corners of his mouth, "You don't need to show up, Grandpa Dashan will know. I don't know if Grandpa will intervene?"

Liu Yi squinted his eyes, "It's useless for the emperor to come. Just take advantage of this time to come to my hometown to ring the alarm, lest any cats or dogs rubbing against our house will not be cheap enough."

"Will Dad think too much?"

Liu Yi glanced at his younger brother, "You are thinking too much. Didn't parents send a lot of money to support the elderly, or do they not let them go to the capital to support the elderly?"

As he spoke, Liu Yi turned his head and looked in the direction of the old courtyard, "Who gave the two of them the life they live in now? They eat from our house and live in our house. If they still want to torment our house for his grandchildren, then he really It doesn't deserve our respect."

Hearing the words, Wuyi jokingly said, "Second, you are so unfilial, beware of being cut by your father."

"Hmph..." Liu Yi smiled disapprovingly, "Dad is reluctant to part with it. I didn't listen to him and said it all. If you cause trouble, run to Grandpa Dashan."

Wu Yi held his chin, "I miss my father, if we are at home now, he will definitely take us to set off firecrackers, the whole yard is full of ice lanterns."

"Well, my mother will cook a lot of delicious food by herself. Grandma has already prepared big red envelopes and toys. As for grandpa, he will take us out to worship at dawn..."

Pingan cheered up, smiled, and said with relief: "I'll be home in a few days. Come on, let's count how much lucky money we have?"

Liu Yi uninterestedly threw the few red envelopes he received tonight onto the kang, leaned on his back, rested his hands on his small head, and rolled his eyes round and round.

"What are you thinking? Come and count for me."

What are you thinking? Liuyi felt that he was thinking too much, just a few red envelopes, a few cents, and a few woolen yarns. But after hearing what Ping An said, he still lazily got up and sat up straight.

Ever since his three little grandsons left, Father Zhang was also a little absent-minded. Seeing that he was heartless and still listening to his grandson chatting about the army, he secretly shook his head and got off the kang.

As soon as Zhang Laoer saw him put on his shoes, he followed him and asked in a low voice, "Father, where are you going? I have to go to grandpa's grave later."

Nowadays, going to the mountains to worship ancestors has been eliminated, and even the tablets of the ancestors in the ancestral hall have been hidden by the old captain and the patriarchs.

Therefore, the ancestor worship on New Year's Eve was also tacitly moved by everyone to the dawn of the 29th night, which was close to the 30th New Year's Eve. And in less than an hour, according to the habit of previous years, Father Zhang will bring the following men to the old man's grave to say a few words in the new year.

Asked by the second son, Father Zhang shook his head, "Let me see if the three children are asleep?"

"It's time to go to bed. Usually, when it's o'clock, they fall asleep even if they can't beat the thunder. It's already very late today." Zhang Er Er thought about it, "I'll go and see, maybe the gates of the courtyard are closed, you Take a break first."

"Forget it, let's go together." Father Zhang took the lead out of the yard with his hands behind his back, his head bowed silently, thinking about his own thoughts.

Zhang Lao Er was walking behind, seeing Zhang Guoqing's yard hurrying up, he asked softly: "What do you think about Xiaoyou's job?"

Father Zhang paused when he heard the words, "What do you want? Just follow the rules." He raised his footsteps, thought about it but was worried, and turned to look at his son, "Don't mention this in front of Brother Pingan."

Zhang Laoer suddenly laughed happily.

"What are you laughing at? You look like an idiot. Didn't you see these three children and didn't like their third brother at all? It's not in vain to say that they are not your brothers."

Father Zhang sighed again after finishing speaking, "Even our little five, he doesn't want to take care of these things anymore. I mentioned it to him once in a letter before, but he didn't mention it in several replies. Said After all, the mud can’t support the wall, what a great opportunity... oh..."

Zhang Er looked at his father amusedly, and was about to open his mouth when a gust of wind blew by, making him shiver from the cold, and quickly swallowed the comforting words he was about to speak, and pushed him forward.

Is it because the mud can't support the wall? It doesn't matter what his father said, but he didn't dare to speak. Who can guarantee that if you continue to be a soldier, you will not have the opportunity to go to the battlefield?

Didn't hear that kid talking about how frightened he was when he entered the state of preparation for the first half of the year? To say that they survived the bitter water, except for the three brothers, the next generation really didn't suffer much.

Since I was a child, I have settled the family well, and these days are getting better and better. It is often said that a comfortable life will wear down one's fighting spirit, isn't this the case now?

If they were replaced with silver locks or copper locks, they would probably climb up desperately in order to get away from working in the fields, and it is very likely that they will step out of a sunny road.

What's more, when the policy of going to the countryside suddenly came down, going to the army was originally an expedient policy. Isn't it just looking forward to having a good job after retiring from the army, marrying a good wife in the future, and having a bunch of kids?

Can you expect a child who escaped from going to the countryside to do farm work to suddenly undergo a radical change one day? It's not that he underestimated his nephew.

It is that some people have been predestined in the sky to have as much ability as they have, how much rice they should eat, and what kind of life they should live. Just like his family's Shishi, why doesn't his own father want him to be famous?

But can it?

Even if you push him to move forward, he will still have scruples and hesitation.