Xiao Zhu, the party secretary, quickly gave everyone a look, and the group of people cheered and got into the car again.
Before the car started, she got out of the car again and took the pickled radish from Qiaoqiao's hand: "Qiaoqiao, can you help us get a pot of pickled cabbage first? I will bring my grandpa and brothers here after I change clothes. eat."
"Okay!" Qiao Qiao nodded: "Brothers, do you have a big appetite? Can I use the big stainless steel basin?"
At home, we have pickled several large tanks of vegetables this year, and there is no shortage of them.
Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, took a bite of the crispy yet soft pickled radish and made a difficult decision: "It's not necessary... I have to eat at night!"
When she got into the car with half of the pickled radish, Lao Zhu beside her immediately stretched out his hand: "It smells really good! Give me a taste."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute..." Secretary Zhu Zhu turned his head and stuffed the radish into his mouth in two mouthfuls, saying vaguely, "I'll have it when I change my clothes. I've already bitten this radish!"
Lao Zhu stared at her bulging cheeks, drooling, and finally sat back in frustration.
Zhu Jun hummed while chewing: "You are still angry, but I am not even angry yet! I am such a big living person standing on the roadside, and you don't even recognize me... Am I still your biological granddaughter?"
Lao Zhu quickly dismissed the blame: "Xiao Du drove too fast, I didn't see him."
There are no rearview mirrors in the car, so Xiao Du cannot see the expressions of the two people in the back seat, but he can tell from the sound that the atmosphere is relaxed, and it is rare to be happy at this moment:
“Junjun, you are really different from before.”
Xiao Du has been with his grandfather for many years, and Zhu Jun is also familiar with him. At this moment, he said proudly: "That's right! It doesn't matter what I eat every day - by the way, Xiao Du, have you hidden the wine before?" "
Lao Zhu beside her let out a loud sound.
Xiao Du smiled bitterly: "How long can such good wine be stored? The old man can't wait to rummage through the house... He drank it in two months."
When talking about this, Lao Zhu was still angry: "It's a shame that I finished drinking it! Just put such a good wine in a mineral water bottle. Isn't this just a waste? Besides, I drank just one kilogram of wine for two months." "My life is worse than it was in the 1960s."
Xiao Zhu Party Secretary finally swallowed all the radish. The unique sour taste of pickles was still in his mouth. After careful reflection, he wanted to eat it again.
She hurriedly said: "That wine is now called a good one! Song Tan said that it was stored in their cellar, and a jar was opened for everyone to drink on the day of the pig-killing feast."
“Because I have hid it for a long time, I don’t have the energy to punch it, so I won’t fall down when I drink it this time.”
When Lao Zhu heard this, his eyes lit up:
“Xiaojun, you said we brought a lot of things here this time. Can we exchange for a few more kilograms of wine when we leave?”
Zhu Jun sighed: "Grandpa, why don't you think about it and exchange it for a few more kilograms of meat when you leave?"
“If that doesn’t work, I’d rather buy two sacks of radishes.”
After saying that, she climbed into the front seat and said, "Brother Du, I won't give you any other instructions, but on the day of the pig-killing feast, you can help me pull some pig legs or something. Maybe we can get a little more than others."
Pig killing is quite new to Xiao Du. At this moment, he nodded: "Don't worry. We will all go and help."
“Ouch!” Party Secretary Xiao Zhu glared at him: “Why don’t you understand? You must perform better than them! Otherwise, you won’t be able to show off to us!”
Lao Zhu also nodded: "Yes, yes! This is a good place discovered by my good granddaughter, but we can't let those few take advantage. Xiao Du, you kill the pig well."
Xiao Du, who doesn’t know **** pigs:…
“I also brought some lightweight sweatpants. I can just wear these. I’m not afraid of the cold, and they’re too thick and inconvenient.”
"That's okay." Secretary Zhu Zhu waved his hand: "Grandpa goes to the mountains and fields, and those clothes are difficult to wash, so just wear leather cotton pants."
Lao Zhu and the others didn't have much idea about the clothes, so they nodded casually: "We borrowed these clothes, do they still have them? Or how much can you give me, Xiaojun?"
Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, shook his head: "What should I give you? 40 yuan a piece. If you give it to me, my aunt will get angry."
“Song Tan has brought back dozens of them, and they are going to be given to the elderly in the village during the Chinese New Year. These are the most important ones... I’ll probably wash them after you leave.”
Lao Zhu nodded when he heard this: "Send it to the elderly in the village? Not bad, not bad."
Looking at her again: "You have done a good job of keeping secret. I don't think they have thought about our identities."
It was a good idea to find a few cars with low-profile license plates before leaving.
Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, sighed: "My uncles and aunts from the Song family are all ordinary people. Who among ordinary people would think that our family is in the mountains? You are just here to play."
“Little Brother Du, don’t be nervous, it’s really comfortable here.”
“Yeah.” Xiao Du nodded: “It’s true that the mountain villages here haven’t been developed yet, but the air quality is good, and the old man doesn’t get out of breath much here.”
When people get older, they always have some problems. Lao Zhu’s body is not in great shape, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to go up the mountain.
His breathing is indeed a bit suffocated in the urban area, and even installing fresh air at home is not enough.
Now that the car was going up the mountain, he was also pleasantly surprised: "Indeed, when I got off the car just now, the air was cold. But my chest felt bright and comfortable."
No one here would guess that the springs that are filled with spiritual energy from time to time, and the gurgling water in the ditch are filled with spiritual energy that is rarely gathered. They just think that the air in the mountains is good, and this journey of thousands of miles is not in vain.
For a time, everyone's mood improved.
When we got off the bus, the first thing everyone saw was not the ordinary building in front of them, but a large green stretch not far away.
“What is grown in this field?”
Lao Li got out of the car, took a deep breath, and then looked into the distance.
Party Secretary Xiao Zhu looked at it and said: "There should be rushes planted in early winter in the corner. Their family brought old men and women from the village to weave straw mats. Song Tan's grandparents made a lot of money this year."
“Further on the edge is wheat.”
“As for these on the mountain, they are all kinds of vegetables.”
At this point, she also felt proud. At this moment, she quietly sent a message to Song Tan. When she saw the reply, she pretended to sigh again:
“Song Tan went to the imperial capital for a few days before, and the food at home was half-cooked. I couldn’t even eat green radish for two days.”
I have to say, it’s so delicious!
But the branch secretary Xiao Zhu seemed dissatisfied when he said it, and asked everyone by the way:
"After you change your clothes and shoes, I'll take you to the fields to pull radishes. It's not even dinner yet, so everyone should fill their bellies first."
(End of this chapter)