The house and parents' spare time career are arranged in an orderly manner.

Lin Feng and Fang Zhengguo have traveled south and north. They happen to be in their forties and are in the prime of life. They will always have their own ideas in the future.

By that time, Fang Nian felt that he could just manage to survive.

That's great.

"Dad, you go learn to get a driver's license." Thinking about it, Fang Nian's words suddenly changed the direction of the world.

Not to mention Fang Zhengguo, Lin Feng didn't even turn around.

"What are you doing to get a driver's license? Do you plan to let your dad buy a car?"

Fang Nian smiled and said: "Be prepared, our family will definitely buy a car in the future, but if we have time tomorrow, we can buy a motorcycle."

“In this business, it’s convenient to have a motorcycle coming in and out.”

Lin Feng was still thinking about the driver's license matter, so he agreed after hearing this.

The old Fang family has always been like this, small things are under the control of Lin Feng, and big things are under the control of Fang Zhengguo. However, the old Fang family has never had big problems, so most of the time Lin Feng agrees, which means that there is no problem with the matter.

"Buy a ladies' one. If there is water accumulation on rainy days, it will be just as clean when riding out." Fang Nian suggested.

Fang Zhengguo interjected: "I can't ride."

"Study!" Lin Feng set the tone with one word.

So Fang Nian took advantage of the situation and said: "Then I will buy one tomorrow and put it at my grandma's house. The ground there is flat, it is safe, and it is convenient for learning."

Neither Lin Feng nor Fang Zhengguo had any objections.

Then Fang Nian muttered half a sentence: "Actually, if the school hadn't allowed students to ride motorcycles in school..."

Lin Feng rolled his eyes, suddenly figured it out, and smiled: "You said so much just because you want me to agree to buy one yourself, right?"

“I even bought a lady’s motorcycle, which can only accommodate one person.”

Fang Nian scratched his hair, looked around and said, "No, I have one at home which is enough!"

Lin Feng shouted: "You told us twice about building a house worth hundreds of thousands and then we decided. What are you doing pretending now?"

"You can buy it if you want. You started riding a motorcycle in junior high school, and now that you've grown taller, I'm not worried about your safety."

Fang Nian said, his expression as usual.

Seeing this, Lin Feng sighed suspiciously: "You really don't look forward to this?"

Fang Nian touched his nose.

I don’t quite understand why Ms. Lin Feng would ask such a question.

"Well, we'll buy the motorcycle at home ourselves. If you want to buy it, you can buy it yourself. You don't need to pay us anyway."

Lin Feng knew that there was no point in stopping some things, and they were indeed not big things.

In places like Tangli and Maoba, motorcycles will be the most mainstream means of transportation even by 2020.

The convenience of public transportation is always unsatisfactory due to scattered settlements.

Fang Nian clearly remembers that when he was twenty years old, Lin Feng was the one who strongly requested that his family buy a motorcycle.

But Fang Zhengguo never knew how to ride, so he compromised and decided to buy first and learn later. So most of the time when Fang was at home, he would be asked to run around.

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"Mom, I'm leaving first. I'm going to my grandma's house for lunch."

At around ten o'clock in the morning on the 2nd, Fang Nian simply packed his backpack and said hello to Lin Feng.

I walked to a town in a neighboring county.

It's a little more than a kilometer farther than my grandmother's house last year, but not as far as going to Hua's house.

The town is called Weinan.

Most of the time, people from around Maoba go to Weinan to go to the market.

Because it is located at the southernmost tip of the neighboring county, it is a typical border town and has always been marginalized. In addition, roads in all directions have only been gradually opened in recent years. At first, the economy was not even comparable to that of Daping, let alone Tangli.

It’s not that it’s really closed to the outside world, it’s not that there are no roads, it’s that there are no hardened roads.

This was the main reason why Fang Nian chose to go to Weinan to buy a motorcycle for transportation.

No matter who takes it for repair later, or calls the master to come, it will be more convenient.

Motorcycle sales shops in villages and towns usually also serve as motorcycle repair shops.

It's the way to go in the end.

Besides, you don’t want to buy a big plane, so there is no need to pick and choose.

It didn't take much time. Fang Nian bought a Honda with the boss's price of 6,500 and a counter-offer of 5,600. It was a big brand and very good.

Mainly, I have no choice...

...Fang Nian arrived at his grandmother's house at early eleven o'clock.

The road to the road from the other side is not hardened, but the distance to the hardened road is less than 300 meters.

To be honest, Weinan rural area was indeed more isolated in the last century, but in recent years it has surpassed Tangli rural area.

The old man was still sitting on the bamboo chair on the porch just like last time, with his head lowered and he didn't know what he was busy with.

The sound of the motorcycle "chugging" woke up Fang Nian's grandmother.

When he looked up, he saw Fang Nian getting off the motorcycle. He quickly stood up and said with a smile on his face: "Nian Bao, why are you here?"

"grandmother."

Fang Nian took some vegetables from the front floor mat of the motorcycle and said, "Come here to see you during the holidays."

"I just went to Weinan to buy a motorcycle and brought you some food."

The old man said quickly: "Let's go after eating."

Fang Nian said with a smile: "I'm just here for lunch."

"I'll go directly to school soon."

"Oh, today is Sunday, so you will have two days off." The old man responded.

Fang Nian bought some meat and some dried vegetables at the market.

Vegetables and eggs are all available at home, and they are fresher than those in the market, so I didn’t buy them.

"By chance, you bought some meat. I'll make you some eggs in broth for lunch."

The old man smiled.

Fang Nian nodded: "Okay, I'll do it."

The old man did not refuse, and the smile on his face never stopped since he saw Fang Nian.

Fang Nian could clearly feel the satisfaction in his smile.

When people get old and live alone, it is easy for their descendants to come and visit them, which can easily satisfy them.

The egg in broth that the old man talks about is a simple way to make it.

Chop the lean meat and mince it, add oil and stir-fry for a while, add water and bring to a boil, add eggs according to the amount, wait until the water in the pot comes to a boil and then start the pot.

Fang Nian actually knows how to cook, but he has never mastered it in his life.

This is the first time.

It was almost twelve o'clock. After Fang Nian's grandmother stewed the rice, Fang Nian began to cut vegetables and prepare them.

In addition to eggs in broth, according to the old man's idea, Fang Nian also prepared a stir-fry dish, stir-fried meat with home-grown cauliflower.

Enough for two people.

Grandma Fang Nian only eats one bowl per meal.

While eating, Fang Nian told the old man some trivial things about himself and his family.

Including grades, houses, etc.

Of course, most of the time I listened to the old man shouting, ‘Eat more’, ‘Eat meat’, ‘Read hard’.

The sentences are ordinary, and the old man can't make any great sense.

Compared with his biological grandchildren, Fang Nian was more favored by his grandmother.

Partly because he was well-behaved as a child, and more importantly because Fang Nian spent almost all of his infant and early childhood years at his maternal grandmother's house and was raised by her.

At that time, Lao Fang's family happened to be building a house.

After the meal, Fang Nian chatted with the old man for more than an hour, listening to the old man talk about interesting things from his childhood.

Most of them are small things that I don't remember clearly in recent years, such as playing in the fields and noisy neighbors.

The autumn wind swept up the fallen leaves and blew them past my face, and the sun was just right at noon.
To be continued...