Exile at the beginning: farming with power space

After Laba, there was another heavy snowfall. Grandpa Meng began to feel worried when he saw the snow covered his ankles and the snowflakes flying in the sky hadn't stopped.

"Such a large amount of snow is not good. If one fails, some roofs will be crushed by the snow."

"Yes." With the previous experience, Fu Yu would take Meng Qicheng to clean the snow at every door every two hours.

He will also step on a ladder and use a snow shovel to clear snow from the roof.

Through the glass window, looking at the side of the corridor paved with blue bricks, the snow is constantly increasing, Yu'er is very happy, he feels that the posture of snow sweeping at home today is more than last time.

If it wasn't for his grandfather who kept talking beside him, he would have to follow behind his father.

Han Zhi has been refusing to enter the house, standing small inside the door, opening the door curtain a crack from time to time, looking out the door, his little face is full of worry.

"Xiao Zhi, what's the matter?" After a long time, Fu Yu discovered that this child was different from the past.

"I..." He heard what Grandpa Meng and Uncle Fu said at that time.He remembered what his grandfather and grandma had said before, and worried that the roof of the house would collapse.

Seeing his troubled expression, Fu Yu squatted down patiently and chatted with him a few words.After Fu Yu heard his worry from the little guy, he went into the house and talked to his old father.

Grandpa Meng glanced at the white snowflakes flying outside the window, and wanted to fulfill the child's filial piety: "Why don't you take the child back to Wujia Village before it's dark, and bring his grandma over, anyway. Our family’s upside-down house is still vacant.”

"Hey, my son is going now." After Fu Yu finished speaking, he asked Han Zhi to put on more clothes, and he came out to set the donkey cart.

When Han Zhi saw that Uncle Fu was taking him to pick up his grandparents in Wujia Village, his face immediately became happy like a flower.

He stumbled into the house to put on his coat, and the well-behaved Grandpa Ren Meng tied a scarf on him, and happily went out to find Uncle Fu.

Seeing the bouncing figure of the little guy disappearing into the snowflakes, Grandpa Meng couldn't help laughing. He hoped that the little guy would always maintain a pure heart.

Facing the heavy snowflakes flying all over the sky, Fu Yu could hardly keep his eyes open.

Fortunately, he is a meticulous person, and he drove the donkey cart forward slowly with [-] points of caution in his heart.Thanks to the fact that it is not far from Wujia Village and there is only one road, they reached Wujia Village fairly quickly.

As soon as the donkey cart stopped at the gate of the Han family's courtyard, Fu Yu first carried Han Zhi off the donkey cart.

The little guy struggled to step on the snow and ran into the house, and he said loudly while running: "Grandma, grandma, I'm back."

The old couple who were talking under the quilt in the room thought they heard it wrong.It wasn't until they heard a knock on the front door that they knew that the grandson had really returned.

Just thinking that it was snowing heavily outside, and the little grandson came back in this kind of weather, the hearts of the old couple couldn't help but lift up.

"Xiao Zhi, are you..." Grandpa Han wanted to ask his grandson if he made any mistakes, and the Meng family drove him back in this weather.

In the middle of speaking, he looked at his grandson's expression, and shut up as if he didn't look like he was kicked out.

"Grandma, grandma, Grandpa Meng asked Uncle Fu to come pick you up."

"Pick us up?"

"Yes." Fu Yu stood at the front door and didn't go in.Instead, he opened his mouth and explained to them why he came, "The snow is getting bigger and bigger today, and this child is worried about you, and he won't enter the house for fear that your house will be crushed by the snow."

The old couple looked at their adoring grandson, stroking the child's hair with trembling hands.

"My father couldn't bear it, so he asked me to drive the donkey cart to pick up the two old people."

"This, how good is this." Grandpa Han couldn't believe his ears.

Fu Yu took a careful look at the roof shaking in the wind and snow, and urged loudly: "You two old men, you'd better clean it up quickly. I see that the roof is a little hanging."

"Hey." Grandma Han was afraid. Her family knew about their own affairs. They didn't know if their dilapidated house could be kept after today.

Seeing the old wife started to pack things, Grandpa Han hurriedly followed to help.

The Han family really doesn't have many things, just two sets of bedding, some old clothes patched on top of each other, three sets of tableware, and three bags of rice.

With this little thing, I quickly packed it up and put it on the donkey cart.

Grandpa Han went to lead the big yellow dog again, and grandma Han picked up the kennel, and the family of three got into the donkey cart amid the restless sound of the big yellow dog.

Mrs. Zhang next door heard the sound, opened the door and looked this way, only vaguely seeing the old couple of the Han family leaving in a donkey cart.

So he closed the front door enviously, went back to the house and chatted with his children and grandchildren: "I didn't expect the Han family to have rich relatives."

"Mom, what did you see?"

"I just heard the big yellow dog next door barking, so I opened the door and took a look. Oh, it's terrible, the old couple was picked up by a donkey cart."

"Really!" Shan Xiaocong was also very curious.

"Grandma has seen it, so I really don't know."

"What grandma saw must be true." Shan Xiaocong was the best at making Mrs. Zhang happy.

"This skinny monkey is the best at coaxing me." With her grandson talking with her, Mrs. Zhang smiled but saw her teeth but couldn't see her eyes.

The way back seems to be more difficult.Fu Yu didn't dare to ride in a donkey cart, so he led the donkey on the snow.

Fortunately, this section of the road is fairly smooth, and Fu Yu did not dare to take it lightly, and kept telling the three members of the Han family to sit still.

It's just that he opened his mouth, and a large cloud of snowflakes was blown into his mouth by the north wind.It was so cold that he almost choked on his breath.

For the rest of the way, he never dared to speak again.

Yu'er lay on the window sill, looking in the direction of the gate.From time to time, I have to ask the last question: "Grandfather, why hasn't Daddy come back yet?"

Grandpa Meng watched the snow falling overwhelmingly outside the window, and was also worried about his son.

Hearing his grandson's question, he couldn't tolerate being careless.He smiled and replied, "Your father will be back soon. Is Yu'er hungry?"

"Well, a little." Yu'er knew what his grandfather was going to say next, so he continued, "Grandfather, I'm going to wait for my father to come back, so we can have dinner together."

"Okay. Our Yu'er is really a good boy, and he knows how to miss his elders."

Yu'er, who was praised by his grandfather, was still a little shy, and his chubby fingers kept drawing the water mist on the glass window.

Suddenly, a dog barked "Wow, woof, woof" from outside.Yu'er was a little scared, and hurriedly moved from the window sill to his grandfather.

"Don't be afraid, Yu'er, it should be your father who is back."

Yu'er was a little puzzled, why would there be a barking sound when Dad came back.