Vol 2 Chapter 1195: Northeast Hometown II

After eating the noodle soup prepared by Zhang's mother, Zhang Lao Er, who had no fruit, persuaded Zhang Lao Er to pat his stomach, "Father, I'll go out first and find the old guys to contact me."
"Go. Drink less."
"Good Le."
"Mother, go back to your room early, don't rush to the kitchen."
"Okay, just two bowls."
Mother Zhang watched her son go out, quickly cleaned up the work she was doing, went out of the kitchen into the Westinghouse, and saw her wife crawling on the ground.
She came to the front curiously, "What's wrong?"
"When the kid goes out, I have to prepare something."
After listening to Zhang's mother, she moved the stool beside him, sat down and beat her legs, keeping her eyes on the movement of her wife.
Father Zhang buckled and searched, and finally pulled out a piece of oil paper bag from the kang hole, got up and put the thing on the kang, patted the dust on his legs with both hands.
Looking at the familiar black oil-paper bag, Mother Zhang couldn't help but smile, "Have you lost your family?"
"I plan to bring Xiao Wu's money."
"Are you worried that he has no money?"
"There aren't many. We made some money on May Day before, and we gave it to the stones and bought us a yard in the provincial capital. How can we afford to toss."
Father Zhang said, sighed lightly, "This time the child goes abroad although the country’s money is paid, but it’s not enough to go outside. We’re 25 this year, and there are more places to spend money."
"Xiao Wu said he has increased his salary."
"It's not that I dislike my old son. No matter how high he is, he can't spend enough money. He has too loose hands. Before he came back for the New Year, he lost his breath after drinking too much.
It is said that many soldiers who went to the battlefield last time either had missing arms or broken legs, or left bloody. Some of them are still in their twenties, but they are better, and they are raised by their parents and brothers.
The poorest ones are those who just got married, and they just leave the family with orphans and widows. Once the daughter-in-law remarried, no one took care of the children...
Hey...Don't tell me, I saw that our old son would definitely send money to those people. He was softhearted, and he would help if he saw it. "
Father Zhang frowned, "Remember those few years? Brother Zhou donated a lot of money. I guess whether this family's money is saved."
Mother Zhang blinked her eyes: she didn't understand what her wife meant.
"Also, don't look at the high salary, do you want the aunty to pay? Do the three young men want to eat and drink? Or we won't use our brains to make money on May Day."
Mother Zhang opened her mouth, "You mean, we have no money for Xiaowu?"
"Oh, it's really hard to talk to you. Didn't I say it, there are not too many. Poor family, rich road, understand what this means?"
Daddy Zhang glanced at his wife, "Give us more information to let us go abroad on May 1st. If you have money, you don't worry about suffering abroad. Money is courage. That's a foreign country. Brother Zhou can't control it."
Mother Zhang was stunned when she heard the words, smashed, smashed, "You make sense."
"That is, I have lived my entire life, so why don't I understand this."
Mother Zhang guiltyly averted her gaze: she would not tell her wife. Jia Jiaojiao told her privately, not to mention the money for three grandchildren to marry a wife, even 30 grandchildren would have been saved for marrying a wife.
Knowing that the old son has always loosened her hands, how can she not beat the old son couple as a mother?
What's more, her old son and couple were angry with her. Nowadays, even the safe yard has been prepared, and it is a lot of money to rent Crooked Nuts for a month.
Daddy Zhang, who was kept in the dark, asked in a low voice, "In the past few years, Xiaowu has given us almost five thousand yuan, and I have collected some scumbags for him, and there are three thousand yuan. Do you want to take it all? "
"How much can we spend when we are old?" Mother Zhang said nothing, and decisively decided, "Take them all first and put them at home. I don't dare to go far. What else? There are a thousand dollars at most here."
"Yes, yes, take them all. The others are there."
"That's not hurry, let's hurry up while the second child is not here now."
"As for?" Saying that, Zhang father stuffed the money into the cabinet, and Limara walked out with his heels.
To be able to hide from his second child, he still had to hide it. He believed that his second son would be greedy for petty and cheap things and would not be greedy for his brother's things.
He now hopes that he will go with his wife later, and that his three sons are still so united.
Seeing him stand up, Mother Zhang hurriedly put the eight-jin prepared in the cabinet on the quilt again: This smelly old man would be stubborn when he said that he did something.
You go, don't hide in the quilt, how do you go?
So when he set off early the next morning, Zhang Lao Er saw his parents’ luggage--a thick winter quilt, a large canvas duffel bag, and...
"Mother, don't you need to wear a quilt this summer?"
"Who knows whether foreign countries are cold or not? Take it first."
The corners of Zhang Lao Er's mouth twitched. He had seen him wear a quilt when he went to college, but he had never heard of anyone who would wear a quilt when studying abroad.
Father Zhang explained, "This year, cotton is cheap, so you can directly give it to your brother if you don't need it on May Day. Normally, you have to send shipping costs, and now I save it."
Zhang Lao Er smiled bitterly and nodded, and moved out quickly, worried that it was too late, and his mother would bring another quilt.
He can be regarded as serving the old mother and father, but it is not that he is reluctant to bear things, or that he wants to bring his children abroad. His brother really does not lack this.
Didn't you see what quilt his brother prepared for his father and mother last year?
That's a real silk quilt!
It's warm and light.
This point, he is not easy to say at this moment. Once he speaks, his parents will definitely take it back to Xiao Wu, and must Xiao Wu complain to him?
When he was going to travel a long distance, Father Zhang naturally wanted to give a message to his brother and brother, so that the old brother would not find him when he came home: he is old, he is old, not only he is old, but the boss is also old.
Most of the old men are strong.
Two hundred catties of wheat were picked up and left lightly without any effort. Now, a few days ago he saw that he couldn't even move it.
Before, he still felt that his brother sometimes spoke too much, but if it was too much, his brothers in his whole life would have had a little time~EbookFREE.me~A person in his seventies, how long can he live?
The bones of the boss can't be compared with himself at all. He, I'm afraid I'll stay outside for a long time, and I won't see the last time of my brother.
And that weak eldest sister, who has suffered too much for decades, has gray hair and stooped back. She often says that she has back pain, and her back hurts even when she sits down or sleeps.
I don’t know what medicine was given to her, how did she take it?
The melancholy Father Zhang glanced at his wife's vigorous pace, and shook his head with a smile. No wonder the old guys say that they are getting younger and younger.
His elder son is a bit of a loser.
But it can't be said that they are all bad losers.
At least for the past few decades, the ginseng pills and the calcium tablets for the bones have been sent continuously, which really made him and his wife live in a very good spirit. There is room for rebirth in the fifties