Picking mulberries

"Today, thanks to you, let me drink a few glasses of wine." After the meal, Qiu Zaiyun, who was full of wine and food, smiled at his great-great-grandson holding a pot of tea.

"Don't say that, grandpa. It sounds like I never buy wine for you." Qiu Jingdong took the tea ceremony brought by Zhuang Huaying.

"I'm suffering from dementia. Does the one you bought taste good? I can taste the wine anyway. I have only heard of the name of this wine, but I have never drunk it. Today is a wish fulfilled." Qiu Zaiyun pursed his toothless lips and clicked them a few times.

"That's that," Qiu Jingdong said with a chuckle, "I can't afford this kind of high-end wine. With the glory of my ancestors, I also opened a foreign meat."

"Is this wine expensive?" Qiu Jingping asked his son.The wine was brought home by Qiu Yang this time, only one bottle.

"Ah... I've never drank alcohol, how would I know." Qiu Yang's words were true, since he never drank alcohol, he naturally didn't care about the price of alcohol.

"Didn't you buy it?"

"No, someone gave it to me."

"Sent by someone? Who will give you wine as a student?" Qiu Jingping became more and more curious.

"Uh...," Qiu Yang stammered, "it was given to him by a boss I worked for."

"Look at that bottle, it's not cheap, it must cost several hundred." Wang Qiuxia said.

"Hundreds of dollars? The wholesale price hasn't even been reached," Qiu Jingdong said ostentatiously, "You guys who don't drink alcohol are really laymen. You don't know this wine. There is no price for three thousand in this year."

"My God, three thousand?" Zhuang Huaying returned to the dining table, weighed the empty bottle and looked at it, "Is this water made of gold?"

"What kind of rich and powerful boss, so generous, a bottle of wine worth several thousand yuan will be given away to you." Qiu Jingping asked.

"I don't know the price of wine. I'll take whatever the big boss gives me." Seeing that his family members were all curious about this, Qiu Yang had no choice but to tell the truth, "The boss is also a Buddhist. I did him a favor and helped him choose a suitable Buddha statue for his home."

"Oh, my ancestor's mouth is really powerful. You can tell the difference when you drink it. Doesn't it smell like the grain wine at home?" Wang Qiuxia praised her ancestor.

"That's it," Qiu Zaiyun was very proud of his old face, "I've lived to such an old age, people don't become monsters, but their mouths become spirits."

"The ancestor wants to drink, so I'll bring it over next time." Qiu Yang said in a moment of joy, very proudly.

"Come on, you can just taste the good stuff. If you drink it often, you can't afford it. Even if you can afford it, it won't taste special if you drink it every day." Qiu Zaiyun waved his hands.

"It would be nice if someone gave you a bottle, feel free to ask for it again." Zhuang Huaying snorted.

"I want to honor my ancestors and buy it with my own salary after you have a stable job." Qiu Jingping laughed.

"I'm not going to stay at home during the summer vacation, so I'm going back tomorrow?" Qiu Zaiyun asked his great-great-grandson.

"Well, I've made contact, and I want to work for others."

"Aren't you planning to go back to your hometown after graduation?" Qiu Jingdong asked.

"It's still early, let's see when the time comes." Qiu Yang responded.

"I heard from your father that you have a girlfriend, why didn't you bring it here?" Qiu Jingdong asked.

"What kind of girlfriend is there? Don't listen to his gossip." Qiu Yang said with a sly smile.

"Boys, it's better to start a career first and then start a family." Although Zhuang Huaying also wanted her son to find a girlfriend as soon as possible, but when she thought that after having a girlfriend, it would not be so convenient for her to "abuse" her son, she felt a little bit small sentimental.

"What kind of career do you want? As long as you work hard, you can't earn a living in this society now? Take a step back and say that you can't stay in the city anymore. It's not bad to come back. The government's preferential policies for farmers are getting better and better. Life is not going smoothly, and with the professional knowledge he has learned, it would be great to calm down and carry forward the traditional crafts of our Laoqiu family. Maybe "Luqiusi" can regain its glory in his hands "Qiu Zaiyun disagreed with the words of the little great-grandson's daughter-in-law. He originally thought that the little great-great-grandson was destined to be a monk, but now that he heard that he had a partner in school, he immediately became energetic. , let me also hug my great-grandson earlier."

"Grandpa thought he would give birth immediately after he got married. Qiu Hong has been married for such a long time and has not given birth to a great-grandson for you. Now young people marry late and give birth late." Zhou Guimei helped out.

"So it's okay for me to scold you. Up to now, those two things haven't moved, and they haven't been urged." Qiu Zaiyun shifted his firepower and blamed Qiu Jingdong and his wife.

"Okay, okay, I'll call and talk about them later." Wang Qiuxia coaxed.

"Miss Qianjin? Miss Qianjin is amazing, but Miss Qianjin is not from life? That kid Qiu Hong is too lacking in courage, he is so docile by a daughter-in-law, it's embarrassing." Qiu Zaiyun became more angry as he spoke.

"The older the ancestor, the more angry he became. Why did he involve Xiaotao again?" Qiu Jingping advised.

"Fine, I raise my hand to surrender, don't drag it back on me." Qiu Yang acted obediently in front of his ancestor.

"Then tell us the truth, do you have a date at school?" Qiu Zaiyun twisted Qiu Yang's ear.

"If you want to talk about a partner, then I can tell you very responsibly, yes, indeed." Qiu Yang said, covering his ears.

"Stinky boy, you're still ambush with me. Just now you insisted that you don't have a girlfriend." Zhou Guimei slapped her grandson on the back while laughing and cursing.

"How do you look? Don't be too pretty, too pretty is unreal." Wang Qiuxia also began to gossip excitedly.

"Sister-in-law means to ask him to find someone of Zhong Wuyan's type?" Zhuang Huaying laughed.

"Of course not," Wang Qiuxia laughed. "What I mean is that A Yang looks like a Korean handsome guy, so he doesn't necessarily want a girlfriend who looks like a celebrity."

"It would be nice to find a Zhong Wuyan, isn't Zhuge Liang's wife also a beautiful woman?" Qiu Jingping said with a light smile.

"Then everyone agrees on what are the requirements for the person I'm looking for." Qiu Yang asked democratically.

"No, it depends on your father's opinion." Now there is no dispute, everyone said in unison as if they had discussed it long ago.

"That's easy," Qiu Yang took out his phone and flicked on the screen to find something, "It means that as long as you pass Qiu Xiucai's level, everything will be fine."

"That's right, that's what it means." Zhuang Huaying moved closer to her son and said.Everyone thought that there was a photo of his girlfriend in Qiu Yang's phone, so they all poked their heads over.

"What are you doing?" Seeing that Qiu Yang opened the video function instead of the photo, Qiu Jingping asked.

"Recording and video recording." Qiu Yang laughed.

"What's the sound?" Qiu Jingping was very uncomfortable seeing his son pointing the phone at him.

"Tell me about the requirements for me to find a partner."

"Don't do this, it's like interviewing a reporter." Qiu Jingping laughed.

"If you want it, you need to file it, so that you don't have to admit it when you get it."

"Hey, I said you boy, this is not a business, what can you talk about." Qiu Jingping didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"It's safe to have audio-visual materials," Qiu Yang insisted, "Dad, let's talk about it in detail. Let's make requirements in terms of ability, work, and personality."

"How can I ask you for a while?"

"Then let me say something." Qiu Yang was very happy to see that his father really fell into his trap.

"Okay, you say."

"No matter what partner I am looking for, you must say that I am satisfied before I can get married together," Qiu Yang emphasized again, "As long as Dad said that he is satisfied, no one else can object for this or that reason. Dad, what do you say? Okay boo?"

"Okay, what else is there to say." Qiu Jingping nodded.

"It's recorded. It just so happens that everyone is here, and they are all witnesses." Qiu Yang happily put away the phone.

"Nonsense, if your father is very satisfied with what he said, then what else can we say." Zhuang Huaying looked at his son's virtuousness, and for some reason, suddenly felt uneasy. Based on his own understanding of this kid, I always feel that he will make some kind of demon moth.

"Hearing what you said, my heart is itching. I'm really curious about what my niece and daughter-in-law look like," Wang Qiuxia said with a smile. "Since you have one, then take it home as soon as possible. A nephew who can match me like a big star must be too." A man of great power."

"Yeah, just now my aunt said don't look for a very beautiful one." Qiu Yang replied.

"I learned the lesson from your brother. I take back what I said earlier, and treat it according to the specific situation. You, it's different. A good-looking girl doesn't have the confidence to provoke you. Do you think so, ha... ..."

"Since he won't take it home, why don't we organize a group to visit his school?" Qiu Zaiyun suggested.

"Don't do this, old ancestors. You all go to my school in a flock, so I won't save my face. Hey, there are still groups. Where did you learn the words?"

In the evening, Qiu Yang, who had helped Qiu Jingping move the bacteria all afternoon, felt a little tired. After taking a shower, he prepared to go to bed early and take the earliest bus back to school tomorrow.

Zhuang Huaying, who was watching Korean dramas in the hall, saw her son going upstairs and asked, "Where do you put the changed clothes? I will wash them for you later, and they will dry overnight."

"It's still in the bathroom. No need, I'll take it home and wash it myself."

"Sweaty, it doesn't stink when stuffed in the bag. Wait, I almost forgot about it." Zhuang Huaying suddenly remembered something, and beckoned her son not to go upstairs first, "By the way, there is something Ask you."

"What's the matter?"

"Have you contacted the daughter of Song Jiping, the little calabash family? It's Song Jiping who works in the Municipal Development and Reform Commission."

"Her," Qiu Yang nodded, "Yes, Song Jiping invited me to his house."

"You've been to his house too? Strange, how could he contact you. "

"He called me. I've been there a few times, and I've seen his daughter. She's really pretty."

"Your girlfriend can't be her?" Zhuang Huaying said with a smile.

"How could it be? She's just like a little sister, so I treat her like a little sister."

"Girlfriends are all developed from younger sisters first, otherwise why would you go to his house." Zhuang Huaying was a little excited, as if she had revealed the news about a celebrity.

"If you can't communicate with someone with impure thoughts like you, there is no real friendship between men and women. I really treat her like a little sister. Besides, Song Jiping also knows that it is impossible for me to be with his daughter."

"It's impossible for the two of you to go to his house several times?" Zhuang Huaying said in disbelief.

"Call me for a chat, about the changes in my hometown, mainly about Qiu Xiucai."

"About your father?" Zhuang Huaying was surprised.

"Well, it seems that they used to have a strong relationship. He is very concerned about Dad's current situation."

"It's very good. I took good care of your dad when I was studying."

"No wonder, he asks me about Dad every time. He has read all the articles published by Dad, and he knows what I don't know. He said Dad is a very talented writer."

"That's right, he also cares about your father's works." Zhuang Huaying was very happy. "I just said, your father's talent is quite outstanding. There are not many writers nowadays who can observe life as carefully as your father."

"Hey," Qiu Yang knew that his mother's old problem had come up again, "I haven't seen him win any awards or publish any books when he speaks so loudly."

"Tacky, good works are judged by awards. How many of the current awards are based on real skills, don't they all rely on connections to earn their fame." Zhuang Huaying said disdainfully.

"Yes, yes, Qiu Xiucai is the most powerful in the whole world." Qiu Yang laughed.

"Bring him some specialties from home for me tomorrow?" Those who like my husband's works are my bosom friends.

"No. I already carried a lot, but I want to add another one. I want to exhaust me."

"Aren't your hands used for carrying things? Are they for decoration?"

"He's not a foreigner, he's from the same village. What kind of special products are you giving him? It's a waste of effort."

Early the next morning, Qiu Yang, who was looking for a change of clothes on the balcony on the second floor, yelled, startled Zhuang Huaying, who was cooking in the kitchen downstairs: "You are called a soul, am I downstairs? Get that loud."

"My mother Ge, how did you wash the clothes?" Qiu Yang shook the clothes in his hand to Zhuang Huaying downstairs.

"Nonsense, of course you wash it by hand, but you can also wash it with your feet." Zhuang Huaying said angrily.

"Did you always brush it with a brush and twist it hard?"

"Can the sweat smell be removed without a brush, and can it dry overnight without wringing it out?"

"This is to be laid horizontally to dry. If you are told not to wash it, you have to be troublesome."

"I didn't know if you didn't tell me earlier," Zhuang Huaying looked at the clothes in his son's hands, feeling a little unreasonable, "Can't you wear them?"

"It's useless, you have ruined this dress." Qiu Yang wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Why did it get ruined, and it didn't have any holes or threads? You're really picky." Seeing her son's heartbroken look, Zhuang Huaying asked, "It's so expensive?"

"It's not a question of whether it's expensive or not, it's about people..." Qiu Yang pinned the clothes under his armpits, "Forget it, I'll wear the old clothes at home."

"Stinky boy, my mother kindly washed your clothes for you, and she washed them backwards to make you dissatisfied." Zhuang Huaying refused, "How much is it?"

"More than 1."

"Hey, what about Meng Gui, is it woven with gold and silver threads?" Zhuang Huaying snorted, "You're not the son of a capitalist. A summer dress costs more than 1 yuan? You can't wash or twist clothes worth more than 1 yuan?"

"Nonsense, the better the clothes, the more delicate they are, and they can be washed as coarse cloth." Qiu Jingping, who heard the noise, came over and said with a smile, "It seems that you can't afford to pay even if you want to."

"Do you believe his nonsense, a piece of clothing that is so thin and light costs more than 1 yuan?"

"It's not meat. Are clothes priced by weight?"

"That can't be worth more than 1 yuan, he is not a big money."

"It's not necessarily that he bought it himself, it's probably a gift from his girlfriend." Qiu Jingping laughed.

"Hey, so I really committed a crime, and ruined the thoughts of the little lover."