I won by hugging my thighs and lying down in the era

After Zhou Jiajing heard what her daughter said, she rolled her eyes angrily.

"Your mother, I come back once every few decades, how can I be well prepared? Also, this place doesn't belong to me alone, it also belongs to your uncle. It's a pity that he didn't come back this time. After all, your college entrance examination is a big event in the family."

After listening to her mother's words, Zheng Yulan suddenly felt that there really weren't many things. Fortunately, her uncle didn't come, otherwise she wouldn't have taken the college entrance examination and would have been having fun with them at home every day.

Both Zhou Jiajing and Zheng Jianjun knew that their daughter had a house here, and they thought it would be just like their second uncle's house. It was a spacious room with a big kang and a standing cabinet against the wall. Who knew that when they entered, they found that it was actually better than what they had in Su Shi. The houses are all exquisitely designed.

The yard is surrounded by a fence, where Ms. Zhao Yinping grows vegetables and fruits. Inside the house is a sofa made of fabric, with rags Zheng Yulan collected from everywhere. Although it is not soft enough, it is better than a bench. It's better, mainly because sponges are hard to find, otherwise she would definitely install a sponge sofa.

Her bedroom is just a normal bed without a kang, but Zhao Guangtian installed a fire wall for her, which is much more comfortable than the kang...

"No wonder you, a girl, are so happy to be here. Your life here is much more comfortable than in Sioux City."

"Okay mom, grandma has packed up here. You and dad can live in peace. You still have to go to your second uncle's house to eat. I have to go to the educated youth center here. We have been focusing on studying recently!"

This was a serious matter, so Zhou Jiajing didn't stop her.

He looked at Zheng Yulan's house carefully, including the kitchen, and couldn't help but sigh: "No wonder my mother doesn't want to leave when she comes back. The neighbors around here can grow vegetables in their yards, unless they are greedy." I have to go buy some meat, but it’s more comfortable than we are in Sioux City.”

This is Zheng Jianjun's first time here, and everything he looks at now is strange.

When they were curious enough, they simply freshened up, and then went to the front yard carrying gifts. This was prepared for Feng Jiqing and the others. They had worked hard to educate Zheng Ao for so many years, and they didn't know how grateful they were.

Zhao Xigen listened to their words and put down the pipe in his hand with a smile: "Just in time, I'm going to go play chess with Mr. Feng. Come with me!"

He said, leading the way, and Zhou Jiajing followed him. From time to time, he met a few villagers. When he heard that she was Zhao Yinping's daughter, he became extremely enthusiastic towards her.

Zhou Jiajing couldn't help but sigh: "My mother is so amazing, she is so popular everywhere!"

After hearing her words, Zhao Xigen said cheerfully: "It's not that powerful. Just a few days after arriving, you scolded the village's hob meat. Your mother has become famous in one battle. Half of the people in the village are afraid of her." Half of them respect her, since we all know her anyway, so I can’t give you a bit of a thumbs-down."

Zhou Jiajing didn't expect that there was such a thing here, but she knew that her mother was not an unreasonable person. If she could make her scold him, that person must have a bad character.

Several people arrived at Feng's house while talking. Zhou Jiajing looked at the precarious houses in front of her and felt a little sad for the first time in her life.

"This is Xiaoao's teacher's house?"

Zhao Xigen guessed what his niece was thinking, smiled, and opened the door to let them in without explaining.

Zheng Ao was sitting under the window practicing calligraphy, with the only electric light in the room above his head. Qiulian was sitting by the bed sewing Zheng Ao's clothes. Feng Jiqing was sitting on the Eight Immortals table drinking tea. When he saw Zhao Xigen bringing When the two middle-aged men came in, they were stunned for a moment before they came to their senses.

These should be Xiaoao's parents.

"Xiao Ao, stop writing, your parents are here."

Zheng Ao was just in a trance, and he really didn't notice his parents coming in. When he saw his parents, he jumped over happily.

"Dad! Mom! Why did you arrive early?"

"The factory gave us a few extra days off, so your mother and I came to take a look in advance. We've prepared some pastries. I don't know if Teacher Feng and Mrs. Feng like them?"

"Just call her Aunt Qiulian. Don't call her Mrs. Feng Bu Feng." Zheng Jianjun realized that he didn't like this title and quickly changed his words: "Yes, this hibiscus cake. Xiao Ao said that Aunt Qiulian likes to eat it. This No, we have prepared this this time, and by the way, there are also two jars of rice wine, brewed by Chen's family, I thought you might like this."

"Chen's home brewed? Osmanthus rice wine?"

"Yes, Osmanthus's, two altars. If you like it, I can have some drinks with you tonight?"

I have to say that Zheng Jianjun's gift really reached Feng Jiqing's heart, and he was really greedy.

"Then go to your second uncle's house for a drink later. Qiulian and I are not good at cooking, so we can't entertain you. By the way, you wait."

While he was talking, he went to dig through his suitcase again, and finally he found a set of drinking utensils.

"Just drink from this set. I'll give it to you later. Take it back to Sioux City and treat it as my return gift."

Zheng Jianjun looked at the mahogany wine box in front of him and took it with a smile without opening it. But when he saw the wine set in the evening, his hands trembled and he almost spilled the wine.

"Feng...Teacher Feng, do we really use this to drink?"

"Isn't the wine glass just for drinking? What else can it be used for if you don't drink?"

But... this is an antique, it came from an official kiln!

Zheng Jianjun trembled and drank the wine, but he couldn't even taste it.

Zheng Yulan looked at her father's reaction and realized that this set of drinking utensils was unusual. When she thought of the tea set she used to drink tea at Feng Jiqing's house, she began to make assumptions in her mind.

No wonder I thought the tea set with water looked particularly good-looking. How could it not look good? That's all the smell of RMB piled up.

Even though these things cannot be seen in this special era, Zheng Yulan knows that by the 1980s, the value of these things will rise...

"Teacher Feng, it's better not to take out your things easily and don't attract attention."

After hearing Zheng Yulan's words, Feng Jiqing rolled his eyes at her angrily.

"Do you think I'm stupid, old man? I know it well. Besides, except for your family, no one else is too lazy to pay attention to me and Qiu Lian, so just keep it in your stomach. Besides, these things will be ignored in the future. It belongs to Xiaoao, we just put it there temporarily."

As soon as he said these words, Zheng Jianjun was so frightened that he choked.

"Feng...Teacher Feng."

"Okay, stop shouting, Teacher Feng. Teacher Feng is not as calm as your son. Look at Xiao Ao, how calm he is!"

That's not calm. At the table, he was the only one holding the chicken legs and gnawing happily. He didn't care at all what his father drank from. In his eyes, everything was the same. But the things in Master's place look more refined.

But if you’re used to it, let’s just leave it that way.

Zheng Ao is the one who is accustomed to seeing...