little ancestors in modern times

The car was driving slowly on the country road, the wheels ran over a big stone, and bumped a bit, the curtains of the car fluttered slightly, and a short ray of sunshine swayed in.

The little ancestor moved his eyelids, opened them slowly, rubbed his sleepy eyes, "Is it here?"

Seeing him wake up, Yan Jiabao blinked his sleepy eyes, "We're here, we'll be in our old house in a while, and we must catch up on a good night's sleep."

After sitting up, the little ancestor curiously opened the curtains of the car, and unexpectedly bumped into the villagers waiting to watch the excitement on the side of the road, "Well, there are a lot of people outside."

And they were all dressed in strange clothes, all of which he had never seen in China, barefoot, sweatshirts, trouser legs rolled up, upper body naked, straw hats, pipes, and headscarves of.

Yan Jiabao opened the curtain and looked at it, thinking to himself, why are there so many people, but the old man told the village in advance that he is here to welcome them.

"Have you seen that, the kid in the car is really handsome, the kids in the city are just different," said Aunt Wang in admiration.

"No, it's so beautiful, white and tender, like a fairy boy," Yan Jun's wife echoed.

"Look, the direction the car is going." Yan Dabin raised his finger and pointed in that direction, feeling a little excited.

"Then... isn't that Yan Zhen's grandfather's house?"

"Uncle Yan Zhen's family, that Yan Zhen who is a high-ranking official in Huadu."

"Wow, I didn't expect the village chief to say that Yan Zhen's family would be invited to this clan meeting, and he really invited people."

"Let's go, let's go to Yan Zhen's old house and have a look."

At the glimpse just now, the little ancestor felt that the people on the side of the road looked at him a little strangely, some... the little ancestor couldn't express it, but that kind of look made his face slightly flushed, and he couldn't help being curious. The corner of the curtain.

"A lot of people, they followed."

"Who, who, dare to follow this beast."

Obviously, the little golden egg just woke up, and the words he said were all confused.

"No, it's not stalking." The little ancestor held up the little golden egg and opened the curtain of the car again. "There are so many people, they are all following the car, it's strange."

The little ancestor's kind and considerate actions, the little golden egg can't understand at all, he can't see the outside world at all in the shell, the little golden egg said indifferently, "They are stupid!"

"The one with two feet and four wheels is not stupid, and it's not like I can roll very far with one egg."

"Your egg can't roll on four wheels." The little ancestor is an honest child and only speaks honest words.

"You...you...little ancestor, you are too bad."If the little golden egg had a real body at this moment, it would definitely blush and be angry. He was just a metaphor, a metaphor, and of course he praised himself by the way.

The little ancestor is not happy, why did he break down, he is telling the truth, from the plane to the train to the car now, the four-wheeled car is really fast, the little golden egg counts as one wheel at most, one wheel and four wheels wheel, he can do arithmetic.

"Originally, otherwise you get out of the car and compare with the four wheels to see if one wheel is better or four wheels are better."

"Hmph, this divine beast is extremely noble, so I don't want to compare it with such a vulgar thing as a wheel, and lose the price of a beast."

Yan Jiabao pinched his neck and shoulders and yawned again and again, he was really envious of the vitality of the two children, thinking about the boredom in the next few days, he really wanted to sleep to death.

When the little ancestor held the little golden egg and lifted the curtain of the car, he was spotted by a sharp-eyed village woman. This person was the daughter-in-law of Yan Lizheng in the east, named Chunqiao. The big golden egg almost blinded her eyes. He stuttered "gold...gold...golden".

Yan Jun's daughter-in-law was standing next to him, she didn't understand why she asked, "Chunqiao, why are you so excited, straighten your tongue, what about Jin?"

If you want to say who has the loudest voice in this Xiangshan Village, it is the daughter-in-law Yan Jun. She can occasionally pretend to be soft-spoken, but most of the time she can't control her voice. Come to the attention of several people around.

Chunqiao took a deep breath, and said in one breath: "Big golden egg, my mother, such a big golden egg is actually for children to hold and play with." lump of gold.

Yan Jun's daughter-in-law's eyes widened, and she turned up her voice, "What, the big golden egg, if it is solid, it must be a few catties of gold. It is not afraid of losing it for a child to play with."

Quiet, the surrounding villagers fell silent for a moment, and instead of looking at the rare RV, they all looked at Yan Jun's wife.

Big golden egg?Gold measured in catties!

In the eyes of the villagers, besides disbelief, there was more confusion.No one doubted that the shiny golden thing was not made of gold. It is not uncommon for the children in the city to raise gold. They wear a big collar, all gold, thicker than their little fingers, and a big golden pig hangs from the collar.

"What are you doing around here? Don't you need to do the work in the field? Tomorrow's clan meeting will require everyone to contribute, and tomorrow there will be no time for you to do the work."

An old man in his fifties came over from the trail. He was Yan Shouren, the head of Xiangshan Village. His wise eyes narrowed his eyes on Yan Jun's daughter-in-law. He heard the little woman's words from a long distance away.

It’s really salty to eat radishes and don’t worry about it. I don’t care about what other children are playing and whether they will lose it. Children don’t understand the principle of not revealing their wealth. An adult still doesn’t understand it, but everyone knows it.

"Hello village head."

"Village chief, why are you here?"

"Morning, Uncle Shouren!" The villagers greeted Yan Shouren one after another, and Yan Dabin squeezed in front of Yan Shouren, "Morning! Uncle, are you here to take care of Grandpa Yan Zhen?"

Yan Dabin has always been thoughtful. He was actually not sure whether the caravan was from Yan Zhen's family, but he thought that the village head uncle must know, so he asked another way.

Yan Shouren squinted at his nephew, who is not young yet has a proper job and is not good at farming, and said angrily: "Go away, your grandpa Yan Zhen didn't come this time."

Not only was Yan Dabin disappointed, but the other villages were also not as excited as they were at the beginning. The rich people who drive RVs are enough to make them feel embarrassed, but Yan Zhen’s family, who has lived in Xiangshan Village for several years, is something they can’t look up to. Well, they are rich and powerful in Hua, and they are high-ranking officials.

Yan Shouren didn't understand what the villagers were thinking. He coughed softly and said, "Uncle Yan Zhen is too old to travel long distances because his legs are inconvenient, but he asked his grandson to come here on his behalf. His little great-grandson is also with him. Go back Give instructions to your own son, but don't bully other people's children."

Little great-grandson, everyone all thought about the boy they glimpsed in the RV just now, and even understood to a certain extent that Yan Zhen's family is so prominent, it doesn't seem so difficult to accept a golden egg for the child to play with.

"It's here, little ancestor, I'll take you out of the car."

After the car stopped, Yan Jiabao got out of the car first, came to the other side, opened the door, and opened his arms.

"No, go by yourself."The little ancestor got out of the car by himself with a small backpack on his back. He was arguing endlessly before one person and one egg, but now the boat of friendship set sail again.

"Yes, Xiao Jin has to go by himself."

The village road was not easy to drive, and the speed of the car was not fast. A group of people led by the village head from a distance approached slowly.

Yan Jiabao was looking around missively, when Yan Shouren came to him and asked enthusiastically: "You are little Jiabao, I didn't expect to see you for more than ten years, you grow so tall, you are a handsome boy, and you are now a father."

"Little Jiabao?"

The confused little milk voice interrupted the polite meeting. The little ancestor looked left at Yan Jiabao and right at Yan Shouren with wide eyes, and corrected him, "Yes."

Yan Shouren was taken aback for a moment, then laughed loudly and said, "Hello kid, you are Jiabao's son, you look really good-looking, what's your name!"

"Little ancestor".The little ancestor straightened out his chest, and he was very keen to introduce his name to others, so he thought about his courtesy and asked, "Your name, what's your name?"

Yan Jiabao: "...".

"Little... little ancestor", even the head of Xiangshan Village, who has experienced Xiaofeng Xiaolang, doesn't know what to say at the moment, thinking that the Yan family must love this child very much, and it must be called Xiaozu Xiaozu. Only then will the child mistakenly think that this is his name.

Uncle Yan Zhen's great-grandson didn't know if he was two years old, but at first glance, he knew that the child was well-raised, with red lips, white teeth, and ruddy cheeks.

Smiling awkwardly, Yan Shouren squatted down kindly, "Grandpa's name is Yan Shouren, you can call me Grandpa Shouren."

"It turned out to be Uncle Shouren. It's been a long time since I saw him. I didn't recognize him for a while. My little ancestor called someone."Yan Jiabao picked up the little ancestor neatly.

"Grandpa Shouren is good." The little ancestor was a very polite child, and after greeting him, he smiled sweetly.

"How old is this kid?"

"It's two years old." When registering the Yan's household registration for the little ancestor, the year of birth was filled in the year before, and as for the specific date, the day when the little ancestor appeared.

"The big name is Yan Bei, and the nickname is Xiaozu. The family is used to calling it, and now they only recognize this name." Yan Jiabao said calmly, as if he had given his son a nickname like "Little Zuzu" very normal.

"Yan Jiabao is you! I'm Dabin, remember? Back then we took out bird eggs and went down the river together. This is your son! It looks like you, so good-looking."

Yan Dabin usually likes to be lazy and play tricks, but he is a smooth and considerate person. When Yan Zhen's family left the village, they didn't know that the family had such a prominent position in Huadu. The representative of a certain country made a speech, and the talents in the village realized that they had been neighbors with such a great person, so how could he miss this opportunity to get close, and rushed out in front of the village chief to say a few words, and stay here first. For the next impression, I will come over for a formal visit in the afternoon.

Here, Yan Jiabao looked at this guy who came out of nowhere to seek a relationship, his expression paused, and he seemed to be thinking. Before he could remember who this guy was, a loud roar came from a distance.

"Zhao Datong, you son of a bitch, Sangmen star, stop for me, if I don't beat you to death today, your surname will not be Yan."

I saw a disheveled middle-aged man running towards this side chasing a teenage boy. The man cursed and threw the slippers on his feet at the boy running in front.

This funny scene made the village chief Yan Shouren feel a little embarrassed. He was so ashamed. He forced a smile at Yan Jiabao, then turned to a middle-aged man beside him and said, "Go and see where Agui and Datong are. Why, it's not proper to be noisy in such a large crowd, these two people really like to play around, but they have to divide their time and occasions, it seems that criticism and education will be indispensable later, otherwise tomorrow's clan meeting, let What do people do when they see a joke?"

"Three people", a small milk voice sounded, interrupting the village chief's words.

Yan Shouren saw that it was the precious great-grandson of Uncle Yan Zhen's family who interrupted him, his expression slowed down, and he asked with a smile, "What three people?"

The little ancestor was very puzzled, why this grandpa was so bad at counting, there were three people chasing and running over there, how could there be two people, he compared the three little fingers, "There are three people", after finishing speaking, he was still very He thoughtfully pointed to Zhao Datong and the others who were still chasing each other over there.