Chapter 360

The old couple of the Yuan family really didn't beat their son and even took out the smoked meat in the house.

"Eldest daughter-in-law, make this smoked meat too! Today is a good day, celebrate, celebrate." Old Lady Yuan said.

She also moved out the osmanthus wine she had pressed at the bottom of the box and said to the old man, "You father and sons have a drink."

"Xiangxiang and Song have to ride a bike, so just sip a few sips, don't be greedy for the cup." She didn't forget that her granddaughter and grandson-in-law had to ride a bike back to the city.

"Hey!" Li Song replied, "I heard from my wife early on that Grandma is very good at brewing osmanthus wine; today I'll just taste it."

Old Lady Yuan smiled until her mouth couldn't close, "Good, good, good, if you like it, I'll bring you some when you go back."

This was the grandson-in-law who made her look down on all the old ladies in the brigade! Not to mention sending wine, even if he grabbed all the chickens in the house, she would be happy!

Yuan Duo lowered her head, hiding the indignation on her face.

She wanted to drink that osmanthus wine before, but her grandma wouldn't let her and scolded her severely, saying she was greedy and not as sensible as her sisters...

At that time, she felt some shame, feeling that she was greedy.

Seeing that her grandma took the initiative to offer to send it to someone, the fire in her heart "swooshed" and rushed up, so angry that she was dying.

Her mother put down the sugar water, glanced at the distortion on her daughter's face, felt tight in her heart, and while her parents-in-law weren't paying attention, she pulled the sleeve of Yuan Duo's cotton jacket, which was full of patches, and at the same time fiercely glared at her.

Behave!

Yuan Duo felt blocked as if she was stuffed with a large mass of cotton, feeling stuffy and panicked. Looking at the new cotton jacket on Yuan Xiang, jealousy appeared in her eyes; she stomped her feet and left angrily.

Li Song had a good impression of the elders of the Yuan family and began to distribute the things he brought, "This is the knee pad for Grandma, the wine for Grandpa, the filter-tip cigarettes for Dad, the brown sugar for Mom..."

Everyone received the things, and the corners of their mouths rose unconsciously.

Yuan Xiang's father took the Da Da Qianmen cigarettes, his voice full of excitement, "For me? Filter-tip? The commune leaders can afford to smoke them; son-in-law is generous."

Old Man Yuan loved to drink and, seeing the wine that city people drank, was also happy as could be.

"Didn't enjoy the blessings of children and grandchildren, first thought of the blessings of the granddaughter-in-law, hahaha, good wine! Drink it when entertaining guests during the New Year."

Old Lady Yuan kneaded the knee pads; they were very soft, and she didn't need to look to know they were made of new cotton; her heart was warm.

"This knee pad looks like it was made by Xiangxiang; it's really warm."

Giving Xiangxiang five more yuan of dowry wasn't wrong; this granddaughter was a good one, and she had them, these old guys, in her heart.

"My needlework isn't good; Grandma, don't dislike it." Yuan Xiang had the posture of a little daughter.

"It's good; I like it very much." Old Lady Yuan smiled until she couldn't see her teeth.

Li Song handled things properly, sent gifts to the elders, and didn't ignore the little cubs in the family, bringing candy, which made the younger generation of the Yuan family scream with excitement.

"Cousin-in-law is really good, and Cousin is also good."

Even knowing that these candies had to be saved for the New Year, the children were excited.

Yuan Xiang became the only worker in the Yuan family and naturally became the center of the younger generation in the family; her cousins surrounded her and sat, and what they said were all nice things.

There wasn't a single unbridled word anymore.

She married into the city, which could still be said to be good luck, making people feel sour in their hearts. But when she herself also obtained an iron rice bowl, the gap was so big that people couldn't even have the heart to be jealous.

Yuan Xiang smiled calmly, just acting as if she didn't feel this subtle difference.

After finishing talking about her work, she talked about Uncle Song returning from the provincial capital and his body recovering well.

Aunt Song's heart, which had been hanging high, fell, and a genuine smile appeared on her face.

"How does your uncle's complexion look?" She asked, "I heard he lost a lot of blood when he was injured; has he recovered?"

"He's back." Yuan Xiang said, "Aunt and Song Yun Jin took good care of him; compared to before the injury, my uncle is even fatter."

She revealed the red sweater she was wearing inside and said to her mother, "Mom, this is the sweater my uncle and aunt bought for me in the provincial capital; it's the red I like; look, does it look good?"

"Good-looking, really good-looking." Aunt Song planned to go exchange for a hen later.

Yuan Duo's mother, hindered by her own daughter, didn't dare to be close to the big house, but she couldn't help but praise, "It's good-looking, it makes Xiangxiang look better, and more like a city girl."

Old Lady Yuan hugged Yuan Xiang and said proudly, "Our Xiangxiang is now a city girl. Go to your uncle's house every ten days or half a month; after all, he is your own mother's brother; before, it was far away and there was no way, but now you are both in the city, so the relationship that should be walked should be walked."

She knew that their family was just an ordinary family; if her granddaughter had something, she had to rely on her uncle and that girl from the Lin family.

"Also get along well with Zhaozhao."

Yuan Xiang nodded, "I know."

Li Song and Yuan Xiang returned to the city after eating.

Yuan Xiang's father went out of the house afterward; he walked unhurriedly, with a cigarette behind his ear, not going to places with few people, but specifically choosing places with many people.

"Xiangxiang's dad, what's behind your ear? It looks like a filter-tip! Brought by your son-in-law?!!"

The crowd gathered around, seeing the cigarette, their expressions were envious and jealous.

All the good things were caught up by this guy!

Yuan Xiang's father's neck was raised high, looking like the bully in the village entrance—the big goose, his tone full of pride.

"That's right, it's my son-in-law's filial piety to me, his father-in-law."

Beside him, someone who had said that Li Song had no father or mother, had bad luck, and said that when Yuan Xiang was pregnant, she wouldn't even have anyone to serve her during confinement, was silent.

The city son-in-law was so generous to his father-in-law and mother-in-law; when his wife gave birth, could his mother-in-law not go to take care of her?

Later, learning about the things Li Song sent to the others in the Yuan family, the people in the village sighed.

Xiangxiang's life was good; even if they looked with a magnifying glass, the family she found had nothing to say.

Also remembered that Yuan Xiang's object was introduced by Lin Zhao.

Some people in the village frequently went to the Yuan family's door, pestering Aunt Song to ask Lin Zhao to find a partner for their daughters.

Aunt Song: "..."

Yuan Xiang's father heard about this and laughed loudly, slapping his thighs hard, "They all treat Zhaozhao as a matchmaker, hahahaha!"

"... Don't tell Zhaozhao about these things; if she finds out, she won't be happy." Aunt Song reminded.

"Relax, I'm not a talkative person. Besides, I don't see Zhaozhao a few times a year; where would I say it?" The man rubbed his sore cheeks.

The two of them didn't hide it from Zhaozhao in the end, because this matter wasn't hidden from Yuan Xiang, and Yuan Xiang was an honest person.

When she saw Zhaozhao at a certain time, she said this.

Lin Zhao: "..."

Reputation damaged.

Gu Gu Qingzhou learned the good news from Lin Zhao's mouth that Uncle Song was willing to accept him; the young man, whose appearance became more and more refined, had bright eyes and was happy to fly.

"Thank you, Third Sister-in-law!" He said loudly.

"Learn well, and also watch Uncle for me, let him nurse his injury well." Lin Zhao smiled.

"Okay." Gu Gu Qingzhou's expression was serious.

The Gu family's old couple knew that their youngest son had a good future, and their gratitude to Lin Zhao and the Song family reached its peak.

"Should we prepare a decent apprenticeship gift?" Mother Gu looked at the old man, consulting his opinion.

Gu Fu nodded, "It should be prepared, otherwise what would our family be?"

He calculated quickly in his heart.

"It's hard to eat vegetables in the city, especially in winter; take out half of the dried vegetables and wild goods we stored. Meat can't be less either. I'll kill the chicken in the house later. One isn't enough, so I'll go to the village to exchange for two more. Didn't we dig a lot of wild yam before? Let Gu Qingzhou take them too; this thing nourishes..."

Gu Fu wasn't a stingy person; regarding his youngest son's future, he was willing to give out the family's bottom.

Lin Zhao didn't say things like "no need to send."

Learning a craft, there should be such an attitude.

Her uncle didn't lack apprentices; this matter was the Gu family bearing the favor.

Learning by her uncle's side, Gu Qingzhou wouldn't have to worry about work in the future.

This was the gold content of a senior technician!

Gu Gu Qingzhou saw that his parents were so attentive to his affairs and felt a bit embarrassed, so he found an excuse, "I'll go look at the traps."

Looking at his back as he hurried away, Mother Gu smiled, "He's embarrassed."

Gu Fu: "Hmm, it's a good thing for a child to know how to repay kindness. If you really raise someone without conscience, that's called worrying."

Seeing Lin Zhao about to leave, Mother Gu took out the new cotton shoes she made for her and the four cubs from the room, "Third daughter-in-law, these are the new cotton shoes I made for you. Take them back and let the children try them; if they don't fit, tell me again."

Mother Gu had good craftsmanship in making shoes, and the shoes she made were fit and comfortable. Lin Zhao took them in surprise and saw a pair in adult size, smiling until her eyebrows bent.

"There's one for me too?"

Mother Gu: "Of course there is yours; Xiang Yubao said you dislike the ones bought outside because they grind your feet."

"They do grind my feet." Lin Zhao thought to herself that her heels were worn out.

"Shoes still have to be worn if they are made at home; shoes bought outside will grind your feet." Mother Gu muttered; she was also happy to be able to help her daughter-in-law; the elderly were most afraid of being useless to their children.

Lin Zhao smiled.

If the cowhide cotton shoes given by the twins were placed in front, the old couple would have another set of rhetoric.

She carried the shoes home.

When she arrived, the twins surrounded her.

"Mom, starting tomorrow, is my Little Uncle going to start learning with my Great-uncle?" Xiang Yubao's voice was crisp, with a rising cheerfulness.

"If my Little Uncle lives in the city, when we follow Mom to the county, there will be someone to take care of us~!" This was the beautiful thing Hengbao was thinking about.

Lin Zhao took off the shoes on her feet and tried the ones her mother-in-law gave her; they were soft, warm, and her whole foot was wrapped, quickly heating up.

"Shoes made with old craftsmanship are still comfortable to wear," she sighed.

Seeing that Mom didn't pay attention to them, the twins didn't care either; they learned Lin Zhao's appearance, sat on the small stool, and tried them on with serious little faces.

"Comfortable, the shoes Grandma made are the best to wear." Xiang Yubao learned Lin Zhao's tone.

Hengbao followed and said, "The shoe soles Grandma made are also comfortable."

The twins wore the tiger-head shoes given by their eldest aunt, sat there shaking their little feet, and didn't move. Even though they were small, they had their own aesthetics; compared to the new shoes, they liked the fancy tiger-head shoes more.

"Two little human spirits." Lin Zhao scratched the tips of the little brother and sister's noses lightly, thought for a while, and said, "You two are growing fast, and the tiger-head shoes will be small soon; I'll have someone make new ones for you another day."

Seeing Yaobao aimed at the opportunity, hugged Lin Zhao's waist, shook her legs happily, and her little milk voice sounded, "Want tiger-tiger!"

Lin Zhao rubbed her daughter's soft hair, her voice light and soft, "Of course it's tiger-tiger; it's the tiger-tiger that our Seeing Yaobao and little brother like the most."

The little girl's big, black, bright, cute eyes bent into crescent moons.

"Hmm." She nodded heavily, her voice very clear.

A cat's meow came from not far away.

Lin Zhao looked in the direction of the sound; her family's Coal Ball seemed to have gotten fatter again, its small round face becoming a big round face, its four limbs thick, walking with elegant cat steps, full of cuteness.

"Coal Ball!!" Hengbao rushed over, picked up Coal Ball, lowered his head and rubbed the cat's head constantly, pressing down all the long and fluffy hair.

"Where did you go? I thought you were snatched away by a big tiger; you scared me to death." The child said with teary eyes.

"Meow~~!!" Coal Ball pinched its voice and meowed coquettishly.

It wasn't small in size now, and it was solid, weighing about ten pounds. Hengbao felt his arms sore after holding it for a while, so he hurriedly put down the little cat.

"Coal Ball, you are so heavy; you should lose weight. If you get any fatter, I won't be able to hold you." Hengbao complained.

Coal Ball stretched out its pink meat pads and patted Hengbao's shoe not lightly or heavily.

"Meow!!" Even the meow was full of dissatisfaction.

"Coal Ball is angry." Xiang Yubao said.

Just as his voice fell, Coal Ball abandoned Hengbao, raised its claws and put them on Xiang Yubao's leg, stretched the whole cat into a round cat strip, and meowed again with a pinched voice.

Xiang Yubao squatted down and stroked Coal Ball from head to tail.

"Coal Ball, were you good outside? Did any other cats bully you?"

Lin Zhao glanced at the black cat lying on the ground showing its belly, and the corners of her mouth twitched; with its appearance of having several rat lives on its back, who was bullying whom.

"Wash your hands after touching the cat." She reminded.

"Hmm, hmm." Xiang Yubao responded obediently.

Lin Zhao looked at the two cubs happily stroking the cat, thinking that she had to take Coal Ball with her when she followed the army, otherwise these two boys would probably not agree.

During these days before the New Year, Gu Gu Qingzhou learned with Uncle Song; he belonged to the type who was talented and diligent, and Uncle Song was very satisfied with this apprentice.

Originally, he said he would ask Master Yan to take him for a few days, but after learning about Yan Yan Cancan's little comparison, he didn't mention it again.

He was letting his apprentice learn technology, not to let him be bullied.

Uncle Song could understand Yan Cancan's thoughts; she wanted to be a fitter, but couldn't convince her dad, so she wanted to borrow the opportunity to suppress Gu Qingzhou to get an admission ticket from her dad.

It was understandable for a little girl to want to fight for herself, but she couldn't use his apprentice as cannon fodder.

"If you don't go, you don't go; you come with me to the recycling station to find something; if you can't find it... let's go ask around the surrounding factories." Uncle Song said.

"What is Master doing?" Gu Gu Qingzhou asked; when he first came, he did more than he said, and after slowly becoming familiar with his master's personality, he dared to ask.

"Making a little something." Uncle Song sold a little mystery.

After reading the books Zhaozhao sent, he was no longer the him of last year, but the 2.0 version of Engineer Song.

There was also a bigger discovery—

His arm that healed from the injury really had "weirdness"!

No matter what machine he touched, his hand seemed to always react faster than his brain.

This wasn't a bad thing; Uncle Song kept it in his heart and didn't tell anyone, just silently researching it.

Lin Zhao didn't know about this for the time being.

The medicine she dripped on her uncle's severed arm was said to come from the interstellar, specially developed for mechanical masters, and the effect was excellent; even if she didn't use much, it was enough to help Uncle Song rise to the top.

That was a matter for the future; today's Uncle Song was still dazed, exploring carefully...