Quick Transmigration: The Harvest God, I'm Very Busy

Chapter 94 The Female General in the 70s (100)

Qinghun shook his head. These parents didn't know what was going on. From ancient times to the present, almost all parents had to explain something to others when asking others to educate their children. If they didn't obey, they would be beaten... She had never thought about it. Let others beat her Erdan and Yaya. If anyone dares to beat them, she will find someone to fight to the death!
Probably because the gloating expression on Qinghun's face was too obvious, Wang Heng couldn't help being happy, this is really the son of Lao Yan's family, the few brothers he gave birth to before, the brothers were unlucky, isn't it the same expression for the rest?

Qinghun purposely told Wang Heng some embarrassing things about his younger brother in the country, and sure enough, the wrinkles on Wang Heng's face relaxed when he heard it.

Most of the mothers in the world are like this, even if they can't see their children, even if the children are older, even if they just imagine their children's appearance in other people's descriptions, they can make them feel extremely satisfied and happy.

Qinghun felt that this northern night in early spring was inexplicably warmer.

The old men outside drank until the moon was in the sky, and then they dispersed.

Six or seven old men only drank two bottles of wine, even the one with the worst capacity for alcohol was not drunk, but relying on the taste of alcohol to let the suppressed soul be stretched for a moment, so that they can breathe, and in the future As the days go by, accumulate some strength and go further.

When the uncle entered the room, he regretted: "Hey, I just drank two bottles. Besides Moutai, I also want these old guys to taste the famous wine from our hometown, which is no worse than Moutai."

As soon as he entered the house, Wang Heng got off the kang, helped him lie down on the kang, poured hot water to wipe his hands and face, took off his shoes, and soaked his feet.

Qinghun helped pour the footwashing water, the uncle patted the kang, and said to Qinghun: "Girl, come, talk to uncle."

Qinghun was still thinking about cleaning up the dishes on the table outside.

Wang Heng stopped him: "Go and talk with your uncle, there is ready-made hot water, and the dishes and chopsticks are easy to wash. I will clean up the outside in a while."

It was rare for her to see her husband so happy, so she wanted to make him happy for a longer time.

Over the years, those heavy ones almost bent people's waists.She looked at the most heroic man in the world in her heart, who made life bend her back, dyed her hair white, and extinguished the starlight in her eyes, and she felt heartbroken and powerless.

She wanted to comfort him.

He saw the tenderness and love in Qinghun's child's eyes more than he saw his own son.

She knew what her hero felt most guilty about these years.

This child is a good medicine.

No one in the world knew him better than she did.It's only been a day, and she can feel that this old man who has no strength to persevere, seems to burst out of strength suddenly, and he can generate wind when he walks, just like the first time she saw him back then. .

It is no longer the twilight of a hero.

Perhaps, the child's visit this time can really heal some of the pain in his heart.It gave them hope that they could wait until the day when the red sun rose.

So, child, spend more time talking with your uncle.

Even if it's just a short story from the parents, anecdotes from the countryside.But what you are talking about is the hometown that he dreams of every night.

Wang Heng slowly cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks outside, scrubbed the table, and listened to the gossip of the two masters inside. It's called insects, but it makes people feel extremely peaceful.

Wang Heng didn't enter the room until his voice in the back room gradually died down.

Yan Qitai was already asleep, and Qinghun was sitting on the kang, looking at his uncle tenderly, seeing Wang Heng coming in, Fang raised his face, and said softly, "I probably fell asleep after drinking too much."

His brows were no longer tightly wrinkled, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be in a smile.

There was a smile in Wang Heng's eyes, and he said to Qing Hun: "Go outside and wash yourself. I've left hot water for you."

Qinghun got off the kang with his shoes on, went outside to wash up before entering the house.

There was only one big kang in the room, the uncle slept on one end, Wang Heng slept in the middle, and Qinghun was on the other.

When Qinghun lay down, Wang Heng said: "When you come here, your uncle seems to be a few years younger. These years, your grandparents and your father are the mountains in his heart. Knowing your grandparents and your father In those days when he passed away, he kept his eyes open and couldn't sleep all night. My aunt knew he wanted to cry, but she couldn't cry. In just a few days, he lost a few pounds and his hair was mostly gray. He used to say , When he goes back in the future, he has to tell your father well that he will take care of his grandma, and he is also a son. Without your grandma, where did he come from? But he didn't wait for that day. This son wants to raise him but he won't wait for him... The most regrettable thing in the world is nothing more than this. Your uncle is happier to see you than to see your younger brother. If you are not in a hurry to go back, you can stay for a few more days, okay? "

"Sure, I originally planned to stay for a few more days. I just need to go back before the end of the month. I have to watch my uncle take care of his health, or I won't feel relieved to leave. Auntie, you should also take good care of your body, and everything else will be fine. In the end, the health cannot be broken. Brother and the others are still waiting for you to reunite with uncle. If you and uncle are gone, who do we count on? My father is gone, we can't lose uncle, otherwise, it will be a real success An orphan."

In the dark, Wang Heng stretched out his hand to caress Qinghun's hand: "My good boy, for you, your uncle and I will be fine. Let's wait for the day of our reunion."

Qinghun lived in the farm for ten days. She cooked and ate breakfast for her uncle and aunt every day. After cleaning up the house, she went to help her uncle where he worked. By the way, she brought water boiled by Lingquan and wheat and jade seeds in the space. The pancakes made from the ground flour helped several old men recover their health.When she came back to cook at noon, her uncle and her mother-in-law were not coming back, so she made some convenient food for the two of them, and a few old men also took advantage of it. At least, it would give their stomachs some digestible food, so that they would not faint from hunger. land.

A few old men laughed and said that they probably felt better after eating the good things from the daughter.

The two ginsengs that Qinghun left behind before he left told uncles and aunts one by one: "...for those few jars of wine, you should drink a small cup every day before going to bed as you have done these days. Those old people, uncle You can also bring a cup every day and let them each take a sip. This is the best health wine. Uncle, do you feel that your health has improved a lot these days? And the few pills I left, aunt , you'd better take one, it's a life-saving thing, do you think uncle has a lot of black hair? You take one, and the remaining two, if you meet someone who can't do it, you and uncle think it should be Save it, let someone take it secretly, and it will definitely bring people back from the gate of hell. You must believe me about this, just don’t say anything. After I go back, you should also take care of your body. I will send you something every other month, don’t be reluctant to eat or drink what is left for you, I will also send it to my brothers. Brother, don’t worry."

The uncle held her hand, his eyes were red, but this was not the place where the child should stay. It was selfish of him to stay here for these days.

In the end, Qinghun was cruel, knelt down and kowtowed, carrying his luggage, turned around and left without looking back.

(End of this chapter)