Born into a farm family, I became rich by pressuring my parents.

Chapter 41 Gifts
Although Feng Junyong was also greedy for the meat on the table, as the grandson of the Feng family, he restrained himself a lot. Except for what was put into his bowl, he only ate the dishes in front of him.
Feng Junwei, who is younger and has a more out-of-the-box temperament, is much more lethargic.

He was like a mouse falling into a rice vat, happily stretching his chopsticks towards the dishes on the table.

It's not that the Feng family doesn't eat meat, not to mention that the Bai family only cooks common chicken, duck and fish, and there are no exotic dishes.

But Feng Junyong just felt that his cousin's food was more delicious than his mother's food. In the past, he thought that as long as it was meat, there was no dish that was not delicious. But today he realized that there are differences between meat.

Feng Yarong frowned and looked at his youngest son. Seeing that he still wanted to stand up to pick up food, he couldn't help but scolded: "Are there any rules?"

Feng Junyong shrank his neck and sat down honestly.

Jiang Mingshun immediately put down his chopsticks and moved the original food bowls to make it easier for the children to pick up food.

"Don't listen to your father. There is nothing good at my uncle's house. A few bowls of food are more than enough." After speaking to the two of them, he told Jiang Jinyu: "Mother Fish, my brothers are guests. I'm sorry to pick up the food. You want to Be proactive and take good care of your brothers."

Ms. Bai loves children the most, not to mention that this is a dish she cooked. Naturally, she was very happy when someone supported her. After hearing Jiang Mingshun's words, she nodded in agreement: "Yes, just like eating at home."

Feng Yarong is not the kind of person with a stubborn temper. After hearing what Jiang Mingshun and Bai said, he no longer restrained his two sons. He only said to the two brothers in a serious tone: "It's okay to pick up the food, but don't stir it up, otherwise in the future I will never bring you two here to play again."

"Don't scare the children," Jiang Mingshun waved his hand nonchalantly: "It's normal to eat, drink and play at my uncle's house."

"This makes me happy when I see it!"

This has also been Jiang Mingshun's little wish for many years.

People in this era like to have a prosperous population, and the more juniors in the family, the better.

It's a pity that Jiang Jinyu is not a real child inside. Although he has gradually assimilated a lot now, he doesn't run and jump around the house like ordinary six or seven-year-old children.

Earlier when he was at his old house, Jiang Mingshun was very kind to his nephews and nieces, especially before Jiang Jinyu was born.

Unfortunately, both Yang and Liu were a little wary of him, so he gradually lost his mind.

Although he was used to a quiet home, he was very happy to have someone like Feng Junwei who could make the home lively.

Seeing his two sons looking at him pitifully, Feng Yarong shook his head helplessly, raised his cup and touched it with Jiang Mingshun, thinking, let them go, they will never get such an opportunity once a year.

They had to rush back to Dayang Village tomorrow, so Jiang Mingshun didn't ask Feng Yarong to drink much. The two of them only drank two glasses and then changed to water.

While talking and holding a cup of hot water, Jiang Mingshun reminded himself secretly that his home was no longer the same. No matter how hard it was to entertain people with plain water, he would have to remember to go to the city to buy two bags of tea after the new year.

The adults were eating and chatting in the main room, while Jiang Jinyu went to the room with his two cousins.

"Sister Fish Lady," Feng Junwei stretched out the hand that he had hidden behind his back. There were several round stones in it. He passed his hand forward and said, "These are the stones I picked up from the mountains for you. "

Jiang Jinyu looked at the stone in his hand, and it looked like agate.

She picked one up uncertainly and felt that the surface of the stone was smooth and rounded. She could tell that it had been specially polished by someone upon touching it.

Jiang Jinyu looked at the stone carefully again by the candlelight. The pattern on it was indeed very beautiful, but she was not a professional and could not tell whether it was agate or ordinary pebbles.

But what does it matter? Jiang Jinyu happily accepted the first gift from other than her parents in her life. "Haha," Feng Junwei saw that she was happy to receive it, and felt that his gift was really well chosen. He said cheerfully: "Sister Fish Lady, tomorrow you ask your cousin to punch holes in this stone, and you can also string it into beads and wear it." It’s in hand.”

Jiang Jinyu: "..."

That’s not necessary. Even if this is real agate, it must be specially polished before it can be worn. Can you still wear the original stone directly?
"Okay." Although she felt that this brother was a bit unreliable, Jiang Jinyu had no intention of rejecting his kindness and just put the stone into the box where he kept his jewelry. "I will wear it when I grow up," jieso said.

She thought to herself that when she got rich, she would go find a jade bracelet maker and find a way to make beads.

Dayang Village is located in a remote area. Feng Yayun and his son drove out in a mule cart early this morning before it got dark. By the time they arrived at Huangtian Village, it was already past lunch time.

Jiang Mingshun naturally wouldn't let them go back at night.

Fortunately, when we first built the house, we deliberately left an empty room, which was fully equipped with earthen kangs and fire walls. Now we only need to lay down a quilt to sleep.

Jiang Mingshun often goes to the mountains to cut firewood because he often has to burn stoves at home. Sometimes when he is busy, he will buy firewood from the villagers. Therefore, the most indispensable thing at home now is firewood.

Mrs. Bai is not stingy either. She will keep the kang very hot when cooking. Even if the quilt is a little too small, she will not feel cold.

When it was time to go to sleep, Feng Yarong suddenly slapped his head and moved two large bamboo baskets from his mule cart. He held them in his hands and looked at them as if they were still light.

"When you built a new house a few years ago, your family didn't know the news, so they could only give you a make-up gift." Feng Yarong put one of the bamboo buildings on the table.

Jiang Mingshun didn't refuse and just accepted it.

Mother is the mother and uncle is the elder, this is a truth that everyone now recognizes and resolutely implements.

At least in Guangxin County, when a nephew builds a new house, the uncle must give him a generous gift. It does not have to be expensive, but it must include steamed buns, high-end products, wine, pig heads, cloth, etc., covering all aspects of food, clothing, housing and transportation. It means wishing you a better new life in the future.

It was also because of this that Jiang Mingshun did not refuse. According to custom, if he still wanted to interact with this uncle, he would have to accept the gift no matter what.

"These are some wild products picked from the mountains behind our village and a few packs of snacks I bought outside during this trip."

Feng Yarong brought up another bamboo tower and pushed it next to Jiang Mingshun.

"How good is this?" Jiang Mingshun was really embarrassed to accept it now. As a junior, he had not given his uncle a New Year's gift yet, so how could he be embarrassed to accept these things? He said politely: "I should go and pay New Year's greetings to my uncle first. yes."

Feng Yarong waved his hand nonchalantly: "Don't say that, you are you."

"You're going to pay New Year's greetings to your uncle, I don't care."

He deliberately kept a serious face and said seriously: "But these things are given to you by me as your brother. You have to accept them if you don't want to."

"Haha." Jiang Mingshun giggled and said nothing else.

He had been an older brother for decades, and for the first time he felt like he was being taken care of. He felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, but it wasn't bad after all.

(End of this chapter)