Chapter 129 Yangjiazhuang

When only a few of the sun's big faces were left, Yang Shitou drove the donkey cart to Yangjiazhuang.

Yang Xiaotao also breathed a sigh of relief. He finally arrived and could get out of the car and take his time.

Originally, they could have come back earlier, but with Yang Shitou's personality, they would inevitably show off again when passing by Gaojiazhuang.

If Yang Xiaotao hadn't reminded him that time was running out, Yang Shitou could have stayed for a while longer.

There is no way, who let his father-in-law live here?

Yang Xiaotao also left a box at the front door, and then left the seven aunts and eight aunts. This also attracted the attention of all the girls in the village, and they all asked people to go to Yangjiazhuang to inquire about Yang Xiaotao's situation.

Standing at the entrance of the village, looking at the stone tablet full of historical vicissitudes, the history of the establishment of the village is written on it.

Yangjiazhuang has been here for a long time. It was first owned by a wealthy family during the Qing Dynasty. Later in the Republic of China, this family was looted by warlords and gradually became a residence for ordinary people.

The whole village has a typical northern village layout, with east, west, south and north, and cross streets in the middle. The roads are wide and the paths in each alley are not narrow.

To the north of the village is a ridge of earth, only thirty meters high and with a very gentle slope. It is the main farming area of ​​Gaojiazhuang and Baima Village to the west.

To the south is a small hill with high terrain and undulating terrain. There is a river to the south of the village in the north of the mountain, and there is a reservoir about a hundred miles upstream of the river.

So Shannan is the planting area of ​​the village. In my memory, hawthorn apples and mountain chestnuts are grown there.

On her chest, Xiaowei was eager to try, as if she had returned to nature, and even Yang Xiaotao could feel her comfortable mood.

"Don't worry, don't worry, you can play with me!"

After comforting Xiaowei, Yang Xiaotao saw two people walking out of the village entrance.

One is tall and one is short, the short one is in front.

The two of them were wearing cotton-padded jackets, and the shorter one was also wearing a military coat, but the color looked a bit old and it covered most of his body.

"Master!"

Yang Shitou shouted, and Yang Xiaotao reacted and ran over quickly.

When I saw Mr. Yang again, the old man's face was sallow and a bit older than before. His hair was covered with silver threads like steel needles, but it was no longer as lush as before.

"Master!"

Yang Xiaotao quickly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to support his arm, but Mr. Yang raised his leg and kicked Yang Shitou on the butt.

"You little bastard, what are you doing when you come back so late!"

"The whole family is waiting for it, no matter how serious it is!"

Yang Shitou laughed along, not daring to dodge, "Master, Uncle Da Zhuang."

"There are a lot of things to pull here, so I'm walking a little slower!"

Yang Shitou smiled coquettishly, revealing the donkey cart behind him.

Yang Xiaotao then looked at the tall figure standing aside, with a Chinese character face and square ears, standing there with a pair of round eyes full of righteousness.

"Uncle Big Strong."

Yang Xiaotao shouted, this person is Yang Dazhuang, the village chief and the militia captain.

It is said that he also participated in the militia square during this year's military parade and is a well-known figure in the surrounding area.

Of course, these were all told to him by Yang Shitou.

"Xiao Tao, just come back!"

Yang Dazhuang spoke in a loud voice, full of kindness.

"Little bastard, why do you bring so many things when you come back?"

On the other side, Mr. Yang walked to the donkey cart, took one look at it, and then turned back to curse.

Yang Xiaotao smiled and said, "Why don't I come back to honor you now?"

"Get out of here, show your respect to me, it's not your turn."

As Mr. Yang spoke, his eyes caught sight of the liquor in the cart. He stepped onto the donkey cart and held a bag of liquor in his arms.

"You kid, what will you do if you break it? You don't know the seriousness!"

Yang Xiaotao smiled, and Yang Dazhuang patted him on the shoulder, "Master has been waiting all afternoon, and the food has been heated up twice."

Yang Xiaotao was moved after hearing this. This is the feeling of home.

No matter how late it is, there are always people waiting for you to come home for dinner.

"Little Shitou, drive quickly."

Mr. Yang carried the wine bottle, looked at the things in the car, and hurriedly urged.

Yang Shitou immediately pulled the donkey cart forward, and Yang Xiaotao and Yang Dazhuang followed behind, talking.

While we were talking, it was already dark. There were no street lights in the village, and kerosene lamps began to light up in the houses on both sides of the road.

A little candlelight shines through the window, and the smell of cooked rice spreads around, adding to the smoke and smoke atmosphere.

Soon the car arrived at the "Brigade Headquarters", which is actually the village office. Because the team often gathers here to go out to work, it was called this.

Of course, it is still a place where the whole village eats, and a collective restaurant for the entire production team.

This is the only place in the village with electricity.

Movies are usually shown nearby.

When the car stopped, there were already people waiting in the yard. The lights were turned on, revealing a group of figures.

"Xiao Tao, you're back!"

"I'm back and I brought a lot of things!"

"It's amazing, the boy from Lao Gen's family is going to be successful!"

Discussions surrounded Yang Xiaotao, and Yang Xiaotao was polite. These people are uncles, uncles, and sisters-in-law, so they cannot be neglected.

Many people looked at the things on the car with envy.

These days, people eat from a big pot. As soon as it’s time to eat, every household carries a rice bowl and chopsticks and goes to the village canteen, which is also the brigade headquarters, to eat.

Of course, this is just a formal average, so that everyone can have something to eat.

Therefore, logically speaking, the things Yang Xiaotao brought back would be handed over to the brigade headquarters for safekeeping, and then the whole village would come to eat during the meal.

But in fact, highly respected elderly people in a brigade often have more say, and some village cadres also have more autonomy.

This is not to say that they are corrupt and plunder the wool of socialism, but that they have made adjustments based on the actual situation.

There is nothing to say about human relations, they are all from the same village.

Yang Xiaotao is from Yangjiazhuang, and they all know this.

Therefore, these things belong to Yang Xiaotao, and no one can tell what he wants.

After all, people bought it to honor their elders.

"Okay, we've all met. After dinner, everyone will go back to their homes. Tomorrow is the Chinese New Year, so there will be some trouble!"

When Mr. Yang saw the crowd surrounding Yang Xiaotao, he quickly spoke, and then everyone dispersed.

However, there were still a few people standing there.

Mr. Yang didn't say anything, and Yang Xiaotao was a little surprised. None of these people were familiar with them.

At this moment, several people looked at each other, stepped forward, and bowed down. Yang Xiaotao was so frightened that he hurried away.

"Masters and uncles, what are you doing?"

"I can't bear it."

Yang Xiaotao was confused and said quickly, but Yang Dazhuang on the side opened his mouth to explain.

"Last year you asked me to bring back the money to build a house for them. This year they don't have to suffer the cold."

"They can't pay back this kindness now. But the kindness must be remembered."

"Otherwise, they will have worries all their lives."

Yang Dazhuang explained thoroughly, and the expressions of several people were sincere.

"Xiao Tao, I really appreciate you, otherwise my mistress would have froze to death long ago with your money."

The leader, an old man, was about the same age as the first man, but his energy was far behind him. He continued to bow after he finished speaking.

Yang Xiaotao walked over in one step and helped the old man up.

"Uncle, if you say this, you are treating me as a member of the Yang family."

A word that touches the hearts of everyone.

The old man even had tears in his eyes.

"Uncle, dear uncles and uncles, I, Yang Xiaotao, am the son of Yang Laogen. I am the son of Yangjiazhuang. The blood of Yangjiazhuang flows in my body. Even if I die, I will be buried in this ancestral grave."

Yang Xiaotao didn't think much at all and said it directly.
To be continued...