Chapter 2 Sugar Cane No. 2

Author: You 7

Chapter 2 Sugar Cane No. 2

After breakfast, we waited until ten o'clock for the scheduled excavator to arrive.

Song Shi handed the excavator master a cigarette, lit it and smoked it himself, pointing to the road at his feet, "I mean, it is directly connected from my yard to here. The slope is not big, and it is safer to drive down.

As for the width of the road, it should be based on the width of the road."

"Yes, yes." The excavator master looked at the path in front of him, which was only big enough for one person to pass, and took a puff of his cigarette, "It has to be filled with soil."

"No problem." Song Shi pointed to the vegetable fields on both sides, "These are all my family's, just watch and dig them."

"OK."

The two discussed some details again, and the excavator rumbled into action.

Building roads at home is a big deal.

Xu Cuifang had a smile on her face the whole morning. She went to the vegetable field early to pick vegetables, and took out a piece of fresh pork belly, eggs, etc. from the refrigerator, planning to prepare a sumptuous lunch.

It's like this in every village.

When you hire someone to do something, you need to pay for it. Otherwise, there are no restaurants in the countryside, so you have to waste time driving back to eat or work hungry.

Why bother.

Something about a pair of chopsticks.

By convention.

She was washing vegetables when she heard shuffling footsteps.

He turned his head and took a look, sighing inwardly.

At the top of the stairs, a skinny boy came over with a sleepy look and a tired look. He looked to be in his twenties, about 1.7 meters tall. His skin was unhealthy yellow, his cheeks were thin and sunken, his eyes were blue and black from staying up late, and his hair was

He was permed and messy. He was wearing a mid-length black down jacket, which was opened to reveal the gray woolen sweater underneath. A layer of greasiness was clearly visible on the collar.

It is Xu Cuifang's youngest son, the family's beloved gold and silver egg, and the lifeblood of the old Song family, Song Zidong.

"Are you up? Can I heat up the noodles you ate in the morning?"

He refused, "I'm tired of eating noodles every day." As he spoke, he squeezed out toothpaste and scooped out water.

Xu Cuifang looked helpless, "What do you want to eat if you don't eat noodles in the morning? Why don't I cook glutinous rice balls tomorrow?" Who doesn't eat like this in the countryside? It's not like in the city. They can rotate buns, steamed buns, porridge, rice noodles, dumplings and flatbreads every day.

After hearing this, Song Zidong took a deep breath and went out with the water glass.

"Hypocritical! It would be nice to have something ready to eat. If you can, cook it for me. I promise I won't have any objections."

Song Zidong took the initiative to ignore his old mother's thoughts.

Cooking or something like that is impossible, not possible in this life.

If Song Shi knew what he was thinking, he would really laugh, wouldn't he? In Yuan Zha's life, the couple never ate the food cooked by their precious son until their death.

After Song Zidong washed up, he went to the house to get some biscuits and ate them in the yard.

Leisurely.

Checking the phone while chewing.

Reply with a few words from time to time.

After finishing eating the biscuits, I grabbed the chicken cobbler, went to the kitchen to boil water and washed it, then used a hair dryer to blow out the shape, then grabbed the car keys and went out.

"I'm going out."

Without waiting for Xu Cuifang to answer, she strode away.

Xu Cuifang was still cutting meat, so she quickly put down her kitchen knife and chased her out, "It's time for lunch soon."

It's a pity that the person has disappeared without a trace.

Soon, I heard the sound of a car starting from behind the house.

She pursed her lips and returned to the kitchen holding her breath.

You are so careless and think about fun all day long. No wonder you are still single when all your brothers are dating.

Angry and frustrated.

The three children are all carefree. They were all well-behaved and sensible when they were young.

I picked up the water bottle and it was light, so I quickly filled the kettle to boil it.

It would be embarrassing if the excavator master worked hard all morning but couldn't get a drink of water.

The Song family was building a road, and many people came to watch.

Some are envious, some are learning from others, and some are just watching for fun.

A group of people stood leisurely on the side of the road smoking and bragging.

“How much does an excavator cost per day?”

"Eight hundred."

"Ouch, it's a bit expensive."

"Is there anything I can do? The Chinese New Year is coming soon."

"The road in your house is a bit long to build. It probably won't be completed in one day."

"It's almost the same. As long as it's roughly filled in and the rest is trimmed with a hoe, it will be Murakami's business."

"It's a great deal to build this road for you. You'll make a lot of money."

"That's right, if you spend money to repair it yourself, you should at least get this amount."

"So you should hurry up and make plans. If you don't take advantage of it, it might not be a good thing next year."

"My family probably won't be able to do it this year."

"My family can't do it either. Well, that family won't exchange the land and they won't sell it."

"You also take it for granted, how to sell other people's homesteads."

The excavator didn't finish digging until 6 p.m.

What was originally a winding path was widened to more than three meters wide, and the trees on both sides were plowed down, not to mention how open it was.

The driver declined the host's offer of food and walked away into the night.

Old Man Song was hunched over in the yard, sighing, and banging his homemade crutches on the concrete floor. He should have regarded the ground as an unworthy descendant who was disobedient, destroyed his ancestors' foundation, and cut off his future.

"If you do evil, do evil, you will always regret it."

Xu Cuifang walked to the main room carrying the dish. When she heard what he said, she immediately sneered and said, "You have done evil things all your life and God has not accepted you. I still don't believe that I will be struck by thunder just because I build a road."

Cracked!"

Naturally she didn't get a response.

When Mr. Song was young, he was bright and sharp, but when he got old, he also suffered from a common problem among most elderly people, deafness.

But his hearing is slightly different.

Good times and bad.

You won't hear any unpleasant words, and shouting into his ears at the top of your lungs will only get a blank expression. As for other words, it depends on his mood.

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat." Song Shi came out with chopsticks and followed the original attitude of turning a blind eye and turning a blind eye to the daily quarrels between his wife and his father.

Just an addiction.

Can't fight again.

Xu Cuifang looked unhappy.

Old Man Song walked in with a trembling expression and sat down on the table.

Nothing happened all night.

Song Zidong came back the next morning.

His eyes were dull, his shoulders were slumped, and his whole body exuded an unpleasant smell that was mixed with tobacco, alcohol, and foot odor. He was even more haggard and depressed than yesterday.

Xu Cuifang was startled and quickly grabbed him, "What are you doing? Have you eaten?"

If this wasn't her son, she would have thought he was a beggar from somewhere.

"Didn't you tell me? Watch them playing mahjong." Song Zidong replied impatiently, walked to the stairs and put on his slippers, "I'm going upstairs."

"Have you had breakfast?"

"I will not eat."

I stomped upstairs to my room, slammed the door, threw my clothes on the floor, kicked off my shoes, and fell asleep with my quilt covered.

There was a teacup on the bedside table next to the bedside table where a lot of cigarette ashes had fallen. The tea in it was completely drained, leaving only a pile of dead tea leaves. The ashtray was filled with cigarette butts, and there were about a dozen teacups pressed on the surface of the wooden cabinet.
To be continued...