Era: I have a two-world door

Chapter 154, thief.

"Xiaosong, come here!!"

Grandpa was chatting with his second brother when he suddenly shouted to him.

Seeing this, Wang Qingsong carefully put the things back and walked over.

"Grandpa!!"

I came over and shouted, but I already knew what was going on.

I saw the old man smoking there with the cigarette handed over by Wang Qinghe.

Seeing him coming over, he pondered for a while and said, "What's going on? You didn't tell me such a big thing, and you secretly gave me something through your second brother's hand!!"

Then there was a burst of dissatisfaction: "What are you doing? I'm afraid grandpa will hack your stuff!"

When he first heard it, he was really jealous.

Any normal person would have this idea.

If it were someone else, he would have really scored a point.

But this is his grandson. After the death of his daughter, the two little guys have lived a miserable life.

There was no way he could have any idea of ​​two children.

Wang Qingsong smiled awkwardly when he saw this: "Grandpa, it's not that I don't believe you, it's just that I feel that the fewer people who know, the better."

After hearing this, the old man thought for a moment and understood instantly.

If this person has something on his mind and doesn't say it, and feels unhappy, he will always find someone he thinks is close to him.

Likewise, the person you think is closest to you also has other people who are close to you.

Isn’t this how all kinds of quarrels between parents in the village spread out?

After thinking for a while, he nodded slightly: "Okay, I understand, I don't ask how many things you got, just pay attention to the people in the village, and blame your second brother for anything.

Also, don’t get so much food in the future. It’s easy for a group of us to pull one of you, but it’s not easy for one person to pull a group of people. We are vegetable farmers, and although we don’t have as many rations as in the city, we are at least better than you. No one can starve to death. "

At this time, he was thinking that no one could say anything about this.

Think about the big landowners who used to be here...

Wang Qingsong nodded slightly when he heard this.

Yes, it is true that no one can starve to death.

But it can lead to various liver diseases, and even menopause for women in their twenties... and other complications.

That's what I saw online.

But he didn't say anything.

Such a large amount of food can at least sustain them for a while, and grandpa will not refuse if they get it later.

The three of them muttered for a while and then came back again.

Then he watched the old lady wiping her tears and talking about the past, naturally about their mother.

Several people also felt sad for a while.

The old man was dissatisfied when he saw this: "It's Chinese New Year and the grandchildren are here. Why do you keep bringing up those things? It's bad luck."

There is only one daughter in the family.

He also felt uncomfortable.

But after so many years, he has felt much better.

The old lady sighed: "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore."

After saying that, he looked at his eldest brother and complained, "You said it was true that you didn't bring the children over during the Chinese New Year."

The eldest brother smiled and said, "Nowadays, many people visiting relatives in the city don't take their children with them."

Hearing this, the old lady also sighed for a while: "When did you say this will end!"

Others are unclear.

But this summer, the harvest will definitely not be too good.

They also have tasks to do when growing vegetables.

Wang Qingsong watched from the side and did not interrupt anymore.

Telling too much is not a good thing. When someone asks, you have to tell a bunch of lies. There is always something missing.

Then he looked at the jar next to him. After thinking about it for a while, I finally decided not to ask for it.

The same grade can also be bought in cultural relics stores. But after thinking about it, he still reminded: "Grandpa, I saw this jar in a cultural relics store. It seems to cost ten or twenty yuan! You guys, be careful when you take it, don't break it."

These words aroused everyone's doubts.

Upon seeing this, the elder brother took the jar directly over: "Is it real or fake?"

Looked at it again and again.

"Well, I saw a similar one, in that Rongbaozhai."

Wang Qingsong nodded.

"Grandpa, where did this come from?"

The eldest brother was surprised, and then looked at the old man next to him.

The old man also withdrew his surprised expression and said, "Oh, I got it from Lao Qian's house before. It seemed that the needle and thread attachment was quite suitable, so I kept it."

Several people understood after hearing this.

Lao Qian's family was once a big landowner here, and the nearby production teams were basically their family's long-term and part-time workers.

The elder brother looked at the bottle in his hand when he saw this: "Is this thing really so valuable?"

Ten or twenty yuan is equivalent to more than half a month's salary!

After saying that, he looked at Wang Qingsong: "How do you know each other, just by looking at him? He's almost too tall."

He also lives in Sijiucheng.

The annual temple fair is held in Liulichang. Naturally, I have heard of Rongbaozhai, the origin of Liulichang Cultural Street.

Wang Qingsong smiled and said: "I don't know about that, I just saw one exactly the same when I went there. It's quite expensive."

How does he understand this thing?

"What are we talking about! What's expensive?"

At this time, several uncles also came over, and the old uncle asked cheerfully.

When grandpa saw this, he repeated what happened just now.

When the old uncle heard this, he took it over and looked at it in surprise: "Is it real or fake? Qinghe, your father-in-law should have something like this, right? Is this a treasure?"

After hearing this, several people looked at the second brother.

Seeing this, the second brother nodded slightly and said: "Well, he does have a lot of good things, but they are all in bottles and cans. I have never seen the same ones. They are very rare and are not allowed to be touched. That's it. In peacetime, these things were very valuable."

After hearing this, the old uncle carefully put it back; "Mom, put this thing away. Regardless of whether it is true or not, if you have a chance tomorrow, take it to the city and take a look. Pour out the contents."

When grandma heard that it was so valuable, she naturally took it seriously.

Packed there.

Wang Qingsong watched from the side, wondering if he could keep this thing. If he could keep it, he would be able to leave a fortune to his descendants in the future.

But it's probably difficult.

Grandpa and the others probably only cared about it for a while, and they forgot about it as time went by.

Several people came over, and the food prepared for lunch today was quite rich.

There are six dishes in total: cabbage, vermicelli stew, fried rape, peanuts, salted fish, mixed fish soup, and scrambled eggs.

Although there was very little meat and could hardly be seen, the food still tasted delicious. After all, it was filled with oil and water.

At this level, few families in the entire village can celebrate the New Year.

During the meal, there were only a few elders in the family, and the children and women were basically not served at the table. They each ate at their own homes.

This has been my grandpa’s rule for many years.

Of the same generation, only Chen Haijun, the second son of an uncle's family, was left to accompany him for drinks.

The wine was naturally the two bottles of white wine they brought.

A few people had dinner at grandpa's house, stayed for a while and then went back.

The eldest brother and the second brother took the things they had brought for a few days and returned to the city together.

In fact, it was just two bottles of liquor nominally given to the eldest brother.

Wang Qingsong returned home, looked at the mud locked up, and frowned.

You don't have to think about it, you know what's going on.

There was a burglar in the house.

(End of this chapter)