Chapter 990 Village Life 2

Eating in a house on the street, my uncle's family came, and together with my grandparents, Mr. Xuan and my father-in-law, more than ten people gathered around this big table, it was very lively.

My younger sister came back in the morning, and then in the afternoon she brought back more gifts than when she came. Although the reservoir has not produced much yet, I always feel a little uneasy if I don't watch it when I invested so much money.

So it was Yang's mother who cooked, and my aunt and Zhou Ya helped by the side, and Cui's mother was beside her. Grandma wanted to help but didn't let her move. In the house, she hugged her eldest grandson and amused him with smiles in the wrinkles on her face.

Now Yang Dongxu's grandparents live a very comfortable life in the village. In addition to fiddling with their own two acres of land, they spend most of their time at the pig farm to see if they can help.

Then they strolled on the street. There were so many villagers and foreign merchants on the street, and no one didn't give face to the two old people. Wherever they went, there were people smiling and welcoming them, and they couldn't be in a bad mood.

After the meal was ready, the whole family gathered around the table to eat, which was more lively than the New Year.

After dinner, Yang Dongxu held the child and went back to the old house to sleep while Yang's mother looked reluctant. Although they did not separate, it was quieter to sleep in the old house. After all, such a big house was occupied by their family. It was very quiet when the gate at the intersection was closed.

"When eating, I saw that my uncle and aunt still looked strange. Have they not settled the issue of buying a house?" Yang Dongxu went into the house first and turned on the light, and then Zhou Ya walked into the house quickly and closed the door again.

In the countryside, when turning on the lights at night, the doors and windows must be closed tightly, or there must be door curtains or screens to open the doors and windows, otherwise all kinds of insects will fly into the house in a short while. The greening of the old house is done very well. If the doors and windows are not closed properly, you will definitely be bitten by mosquitoes at night.

"I was stiff when I left, and now it seems that the knot in my heart has not been untied. But it doesn't look as serious as before. I will ask my mother in two days." Zhou Ya carefully put down her sleeping son.

A kid this big is just making trouble. He has to be carried all day long. He can only relax for a while when he falls asleep.

But fortunately, I have developed a habit before, so I don’t have to carry him when I sleep, otherwise it will be more annoying.

"I think she is just idle. Why don’t you suggest that my aunt have another child? In this way, the two of them will probably have no time to make trouble." Yang Dongxu said half-jokingly.

In fact, this suggestion was not made casually by Yang Dongxu. Yang’s mother and grandmother had talked about this before. Especially the grandmother’s elders always hope for more children and more blessings for the concept of passing on the family line.

Yang Dongxu had a son right after getting married and didn’t urge him much, but there was only one boy in his uncle’s family, and his grandparents felt that it was a little too little.

But I don’t know if it was because he always let his uncle take care of the child in order to temper his temper when he had a child. Now when he heard that his grandparents wanted to help take care of him, he didn’t agree. My aunt didn’t seem to have this intention and felt that one child was good.

After all, with Yang Dongxu as her cousin, no one dares to bully her in the village. Although she doesn't want to compromise on the surface, in her heart, all these family properties will definitely be taken over by her son in the future. A son will not suffer any loss but can get more family property.

If she has another girl, it's okay. She can prepare a richer dowry when she is raised and married. If she has another son, the two guys will make a fuss and Yang Dongxu will give up. It's really not worth it.

So the aunt feels that raising a son is good, and now the son is grown up. Although he is not very good at studying, he is still okay in terms of discipline. He is a little smart and has no bad intentions. With the family background of the Yang family, even if he eats up all the money, he can live a stable life for a lifetime.

"In two years, when Xiao Wenchen grows up, let him go to kindergarten in Yanjing or Modu. He can live in the village during the winter and summer vacations." Zhou Yakai glanced at Yang Dongxu.

After becoming a mother, she naturally wants to give her best to her children. Of course, there is another reason why she said so. As a queen who had fought with international financial groups, Zhou Ya obviously saw her aunt's little thoughts clearly, but she didn't say anything.

Sometimes, the most feared thing is comparison. Even if she tried to be impartial, as a mother, she must be better to her own children.

It seems reasonable to outsiders, but there are some bumps in her family. Especially her family is much more capable than her uncle's family, and sometimes an ordinary decision at home may make her aunt think too much.

It's different when you leave the village. As the saying goes, out of sight, out of mind. Without comparison or if grandparents occasionally love Xiao Wenchen more, I guess my aunt can be more at peace.

"We'll talk about it later. Actually, according to my idea, I want him to go to school at home. Children's kindergarten is mainly for playing. It's better for him to have simpler relationships with his friends since childhood.

If you are worried that your son won't learn anything, we can pay for a better kindergarten in the village. Anyway, there are still some wastelands in the east. For the sake of their own children, the villagers will not have any objections.

There is nothing wrong with running around in the countryside since childhood, even having some friction with friends, or working in the fields, catching fish in the water, etc." Yang Dongxu said.

Although he is very good to his son now, he still feels that it is better for his son to be raised in poverty. This poverty does not mean not giving him food and clothing, but making the environment and daily contact simpler, so that he can get in touch with the ground.

At least he knows what grains are, how much cabbage costs per pound, and where pork and chicken come from. He is not like some so-called aristocratic children who know nothing about the existence of vegetable markets except big shopping malls.

As for the so-called aristocratic status, he really doesn't care about it. There is nothing wrong with being a peasant, and it seems unnecessary for his son, Yang Dongxu, to package himself and make others look at him differently.

As long as his IQ is not a problem, he knows everything he should know. In the future, if he wants to pretend to be cool, whether it is to make up for the knowledge of red wine, play the piano, or play something stylish, Xiao Wenchen can choose by himself, and there is no need to force him into his head.

Of course, when he is young, he should be raised as a sheep to give his son a good childhood. When he grows up and starts to get in touch with the ways of the world, he must be tempered as a wolf.

If he really takes over the business in his hands, he will see the beautiful side of the world in his childhood, and then he will see the other side when he grows up. Otherwise, he will definitely be cheated and lose his way. In fact, Yang Dongxu has already had some ideas and plans in this regard, but it is still early and the specific implementation can be done slowly.

The next morning, when it was still light, Yang Dongxu was awakened by the sound of birds outside.

In fact, he would not have been able to sleep if he had not been awakened by the sound of birds, because his son would cry non-stop as soon as he opened his eyes in the morning. He did not know whether it was because he had just returned home and felt that the surrounding environment was a little unfamiliar. Zhou Ya, Cui Ma and his own mother could not coax him well. Only in his arms could he feel safe and quiet for a while.

There was no sleeping in, so he wore a sweat shirt, big shorts and flip-flops, put on a thin coat for the little guy, and then held the little guy and started to stroll in the old house.

Look at the birds on the tree, touch the flower buds that have not yet fully bloomed, and stand next to the house for a while to see the fish floating up from time to time.

The little guy stared at the familiar and unfamiliar environment in front of him with wide eyes, babbling in his mouth and waving his hands, directing his father to go this way and that way.

After strolling for a whole morning, he did not know whether it was his vague memory that this was his home, or whether he had a lot of fun in the morning. Anyway, this young man no longer gets angry and insists on being hugged by his father, and he can finally relax.

In the morning, some people still get up early to work in the fields, mainly to weed the crops and loosen the soil. At eight or nine o'clock, basically no one goes to the fields.

There is no market today, so twos and threes find a place to sit under the shade of a tree. When the old house was built, there were several big trees that were not cleared. With other greenery, the whole old house is lush and green.

In addition, there are bamboo forests and ponds around, which are very cool, so it has become a place for many young and old men in the village to escape the summer heat. There are not only trees but also pavilions near the house.

Those who know how to play chess set up the board, and a group of people are around. The women in the village sit in the shade of the trees, chatting about family matters and doing some needlework.

In fact, every family in Yangjia Village is not poor now. The poorest has a store on the street and can support a family by doing some business.

But rural people are like this. They can go out and cool off for free under the shade of the trees, so naturally no one stays at home with a fan. The older generation plays chess and horses, while the younger generation naturally builds the Great Wall and plays poker.

Those who like to bring a little money play mahjong, while those who don't like to play with money play poker and score. Mahjong is not played much, just to kill time during the slack season. A day's win or loss is a few dozen yuan, and the unlucky ones can only win more than a hundred yuan at most.

It doesn't really matter if you win or lose when you often play together. Sometimes you win money and feel good to treat others to a meal on the street, and you probably have to put in some money.

The gambling atmosphere is well controlled in Yangjia Village, except for the two days of the New Year. It is not like other markets or towns in normal times, where small casinos are almost set up.

Occasionally, when the police station cracks down on it, it will be quiet, but it will pop up again after a while. In Yangjia Village, except for the few days of the New Year, it is very stable all year round.

With Yang Dongxu's previous attitude towards small casinos, no one dares to set up a small casino on the street. If you really want to play, you can go somewhere else. There is no need to offend the Yang family and ruin your job here in Yangjiaji.

"Do you want to find a few people to touch?" His son was no longer sticking to him. Yang Dongxu came out of the old house and came to the street, just in time to meet Xiaowu and his friends.

Several people were dressed in sweatshirts, big shorts and slippers. In addition, it was almost nine o'clock and the temperature was rising. One by one, they rolled up their sweatshirts to expose their bellies. If it were someone who didn't know them, they would definitely think that these people were gangsters.

After all, whether it was driving a big truck before or running between the sand field and the construction site now, it was not a place for elegant people. He didn't say dirty words every three sentences, but he must have a bit of gangster temperament, otherwise he couldn't get along.