Siheyuan, I want to lie down but I become a tool

The original owner felt colder and colder as he slept. When he woke up in a daze in the morning, most of the coats in the house were on him.

They stared at each other in amazement until the second day of the Chinese New Year. Suddenly, the youngest and second aunts came with things on their backs. After taking a look at Zhang Xingwang, they left in a hurry. The eldest aunt seemed to have come on the third day of the Chinese New Year. With her hair full of snow, she held his hand and looked at him for the whole afternoon. Then she went back in the dark and in the howling north wind.

Then the people in the family began to smile again. The porridge turned into thick porridge with more dried mushrooms in it. Not only did they have a dry meal, but he and his two sisters also had an egg each.

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The meal lasted nearly two hours, and Zhang Xingwang drank a lot of wine. What was different from usual was that he seemed to have a poor alcohol tolerance today.

Listening to the voices of grandma, aunt and Wang Xiulan, I became more and more confused.

He lay down on the kang and felt dizzy. He seemed to see the original owner vaguely, lying quietly beside him, smiling and saying to him:

"There are two more aunts, you must never forget them..."

Just as he was about to rub his eyes, Jia Zhang appeared in front of him again and said to the original owner:

"He is a bad guy with no conscience. Don't count on him. You might as well count on Dongxu. Just give the bicycle to my family when the time comes..."

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The family watched Zhang Xingwang stand up shakily, then lie down on the kang with a smile on his face, mumbling something. Occasionally, a voice was heard:

"You fart..."

Everyone seemed to be quiet for a moment, until the eldest sister secretly drank another glass of wine, smacked her lips and muttered:

"How can such a small amount of wine make one drunk like that..."

Then the people who were eating became lively again. The old lady smiled and shook her head, but did not stop everyone from drinking.

The fourth sister was well-behaved for a while. She wiped her brother's face with a towel, and sat next to Zhang Xingwang with the little girl, listening to everyone's laughter. Everything seemed very harmonious.

It was already midnight when Zhang Xingwang woke up. He felt very tired. Thinking about the hallucination he had before falling asleep, it seemed as if his memory was disordered.

I think it must be the original owner's memory that affected him. The original owner's biggest obsession at that time was to recover from his illness one day, come to his grandfather's house, call his aunts, eat and drink to their heart's content, and celebrate the New Year together.

Just as I was about to get up, my fourth sister handed me a bowl of water and said unhappily:

"Brother, your alcohol tolerance is too low. Look at my elder sister, she is fine."

Zhang Xingwang was powerless to refute what Fourth Sister said. He could only awkwardly prepare to change the subject. He handed the bowl to Fourth Sister and saw that everyone was sitting on the kang.

The eldest aunt and mother were still chatting, but the old grandmother had already fallen asleep in the corner with the little girl in her arms.

It is said that the old man ran to the kitchen with his cousin to continue drinking, planning to stay up all night. After all, it was New Year's Eve, and with wine, meat and vegetables, he was not sleepy at all.

Zhang Xingwang was now well rested, so he continued chatting with them, thinking that the original owner's obsession was somewhat contemptuous.

The plan is not that big. When the famine starts this year, we will arrange for all the aunts to go to the city and work as workers.

In the novels I read before, there was a guy with wild ways who could trade a wild boar for two jobs during a famine.

We have so much food that we have almost no place to put it. It should be okay to throw it out so that everyone can have more life-saving food.

It's always a good idea to learn more from Section Chief Qi. It's better than letting your relatives stay in the village and starve. Even if you sell them, you'll have nowhere to spend the money anyway.

Besides, he had no plans to go into politics, and the Ministry of Culture was a severely affected area. If a storm blew and he was blown down, he would have to rely on a few aunts for support.

It was not until dawn that the whole family fell into a deep sleep. Worried that the kang could not bear the weight and to make room for Wang Xiulan, Zhang Xingwang walked out of the kitchen for a while. He saw his cousin and the old man sleeping soundly on a small square table.

He didn't disturb them, but went to set off firecrackers from a distance with the little girl who had gotten up early. The little girl seemed to be having crazy fun. She wanted to try setting off firecrackers on everything she saw. She was not afraid of hurting her hands and ran around with Zhang Xingwang's cigarettes.

If Zhang Xingwang hadn't stopped her quickly, she would have gone to the toilet to have two. He didn't care about the rule of not going out, and took the little girl to play farther and farther. Soon he became the leader of the children. When the little girl was tired of playing, it was almost noon.

When I carried her home, my grandmother was already directing the preparations for dinner. My grandfather and cousin were still sleeping soundly on the kang.

After dinner, the old lady dragged Zhang Xingwang to the ancestral grave to see his great grandfather and great grandmother. She didn't care about the rules. In the words of the old lady:

"I don't care about the rules, grandma. Why are you worried? If they are unhappy, just come to me at night."

Zhang Xingwang was too tired to complain, but seeing the old lady's confident look, he guessed that she was going there to show off. Sure enough, when they got there, Zhang Xingwang listened to the old lady's nagging for half an hour.

To sum it up in one sentence, although my son is not good enough, my grandson is much better than yours.

He also solemnly asked Zhang Xingwang to kowtow to the original owner's short-lived father. The old lady next to him smiled so hard that her teeth were exposed when she saw Zhang Xingwang kowtow without hesitation.

He also said that he wanted his short-lived son to stay at home and accompany his ancestors, and not to bother his grandson unless necessary, otherwise he would be in trouble in the future.

Hearing Zhang Xingwang exclaiming "Wow!", it seemed that his grandmother was protecting her only child to the end. It turned out that bloodline suppression did not distinguish between yin and yang.

When I got back, my cousin was already busy in the yard. The old man borrowed tools from the village, and my cousin bought some wood directly.

It seems that his carpentry skills are good. By the time we had lunch in the afternoon, he had already made a large bunk bed next to the kang. He also made a large table. Although it looked a bit ugly, at least we didn't have to eat at separate tables.

At noon on the second day of the Chinese New Year, the remaining two aunts came with their families, carrying large and small bags. The group of people looked at the wild boar meat left in the kitchen and their eyes almost popped out.

The house is almost full of people. Fortunately, we have a communal dining experience these days. If a few more people came to pay New Year's greetings, there would be even less room.

Fortunately, the old man had the foresight to get a large table so that we could barely sit at two tables. When night fell, the two cousins ​​split the pig's head.

After putting it in the middle, Zhang Xingwang calmly took out a few bottles of wine from the sack while the old man was looking around.

After greeting each other, everyone started eating and drinking. As expected, people have big appetites these days, and the table of dishes was finished in no time. Second uncle-in-law started toasting the old man, and then several men couldn't stop and started drinking.

The uncle-in-law looked at Zhang Xingwang, who was half smiling, and said decisively that he had quit smoking a long time ago. Then he called a few little kids to play games. It was said that they won a lot of firecrackers, and their expressions were as arrogant as if they had won two and a half million.