Born into a farm family, I became rich by pressuring my parents.

"Keep your voice down," Ms. Bai gently pinched her arm: "You're already here, why are you so embarrassed to wait below?"

Jiang Jinyu irritably pulled out a thorn from his trouser leg: "What's the use of coming here? We won't be allowed to worship soon."

She was sure, but unexpectedly she was slapped in the face this time.

This year, Bai was actually called to worship. It wasn't that she was suddenly valued. The fundamental reason was that she was holding a little brother Jiang who couldn't walk yet.

This time, she took advantage of the young man Jiang Xiaodi.

Seeing Bai's happy look, Jiang Jinyu couldn't help but said coldly: "When I can leave next year, you still won't be able to worship me."

Bai Shi still had a smile on her face and said angrily: "You kid!"

"How rare it is for me!"

As she said that, she looked a little angry, but then turned into relief: "After your second aunt and third aunt got married, they also came to pay homage to your great-grandfather and grandma."

Jiang Jinyu was speechless for a moment. Needless to say, her mother must have never been here.

Therefore, Jiang Jinyu thought sadly, is her mother so happy because she feels that she is truly recognized as the Jiang family's daughter-in-law now?

The area around Grandma Jiang's graveyard is not desolate to begin with, not to mention that people come up the mountain to sweep the grave every year. The weeds on the ground are not as high as Jiang Jinyu's calves, so the few people clean them up very quickly.

When we got down the mountain, it was time to go to the village for lunch.

Jiang Mingshun asked Bai to carry Little Brother Jiang to sit on the mule cart, while he led the mule cart and walked with the others.

Jiang Jinyu started to get impatient after walking a few steps. She was climbing mountains and walking on the road today, and the soles of her feet were getting blisters, so she asked Jiang Mingshun to carry her to the mule cart.

Jiang Mingshun carried her up as instructed, then turned around and asked, "Uncle, will you get in the car too?"

Jiang Yongsheng refused with a straight face.

Jiang Mingshun went to ask his two nephews again, and the two boys were a little eager to try.

The family has mules, but they are used for plowing the fields, let alone carrying people for fun. Grandpa usually doesn't even allow them to touch them.

When Jiang Mingshun saw this, he wanted to hug them up, but Jiang Yongsheng scolded him: "You are walking on your own. How old are you? You can't bear to walk on such a small road. Is it possible that your legs are broken?"

The two brothers were most afraid of their serious grandfather in this family. Now that they were scolded like this, they even lowered their heads and did not dare to reveal the idea of ​​​​wanting to run a mule cart.

Jiang Mingshun smiled awkwardly and smoothed things over: "It's okay, it's just a child's playfulness."

"Children in every family love to be lively, and they don't always do this."

Jiang Yongsheng didn't answer and just walked forward.

Jiang Mingshun and Jiang Minghui looked at each other and had no choice but to follow.

As he approached the gate of the old house, Jiang Mingshun stopped and said, "Uncle, second brother, I won't go in. I have to rush back to the city."

The experience of being beaten when he was a child left a deep psychological shadow on him. Even now, he still subconsciously avoids Yang on Qingming Festival.

Jiang Yongsheng's originally softened face suddenly turned dark, and his tone was stiff: "Okay, please leave quickly."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards his home.

Jiang Minghui could only chase his father while turning back and saying hurriedly: "Brother, I will go to your house to find you another day."

After watching the others go away, Jiang Mingshun also got on the mule cart. With a wave of his whip, the mule instantly sped up.

After seeing the entrance of the village, Bai came to the car door and said worriedly: "What's wrong with uncle? He hasn't looked good all morning."

"Have we offended him?"

Jiang Mingshun comforted him: "It's okay, he should be angry that we came back late."

But it took a lot of time for them to come from the city, and they were delayed for a long time with his parents. There was nothing they could do if they were later than usual.

Rather than going to see his grandparents two or three times a year, he naturally wants to visit his parents first.

This is not a very important thing.

Thinking like this, Jiang Mingshun turned around and forgot about this problem.Jiang Minghui was also talking to his mother.

He followed the angry Jiang Yongsheng into the courtyard in confusion, and happened to meet Yang who came out to wash the chamber pot.

Jiang Yongsheng ignored Yang and walked straight into the house.

Yang grabbed Jiang Minghui and said, "What happened to your father? Someone owes him money?"

Jiang Minghui scratched his head: "I don't know, dad has been like this since he left home today."

"I'm afraid you didn't get enough rest last night?"

A flash of understanding flashed in Yang's eyes, and she gloated: "His good nephew didn't go to visit your grandma's grave?"

Jiang Minghui ignored his mother's name and shook his head honestly: "Brother is gone. He came just after we arrived."

"You deserve it!" Yang curled her lips, turned around and entered the room.
Jiang Minghui was left with a head full of questions.

She had been married to Jiang Yongsheng for many years, and she could tell at a glance that the old man was sulking.

Yang walked up to him leisurely with her waist in her arms, folded her hands on her chest, and said coolly: "How is it? Am I right?"

"Now that your good nephew has made a fortune, how can he still miss you poor fellows from the Jiang family?"

"You're the only bad old man who still takes yourself seriously!"

Jiang Yongsheng's face was gloomy: "You are the only one who has a mouth? Are you the only one who can speak?"

"Isn't it all because you were not good to Mingshun? If you hadn't beaten him back then, would he still hold a grudge to this day?"

Yang was disdainful and crossed his arms: "What you say is better than what you sing!"

"Didn't you say when we co-authored the book that he should kneel down so that his memory would be long?"

"You have been the good guy, and I will be the bad guy!"

"Bah! Jiang Yongsheng, you think so beautifully!"

Jiang Yongsheng's face turned red, and he didn't know whether it was anger or embarrassment: "He was still my son back then. If I didn't teach him, who would?"

"I did it all for the sake of our family's face! It's for his own good!"

……

Jiang Minghui became restless when he heard the noise coming from the main room.

He was walking around in his room like a donkey, and the sounds there were getting louder and louder. He finally couldn't help but want to open the door and go out to take a look.

Mrs. Liu stopped him: "Don't go!"

She glanced at the man: "What are you going to do? Does it have anything to do with you?"

"The old couple had a quarrel and stopped after a while. Why do you want to join in the fight?"

Jiang Minghui was unconvinced: "I'll go over and break up the fight."

Mrs. Liu rolled her eyes: "Let's see what you can do! Can you persuade your father or your mother?"

Jiang Minghui rubbed his neck and said in a rough voice: "I am their eldest son, so of course they will listen to me!"

Although he said this, Jiang Minghui also knew in his heart that his father had always been the head of the family, and he was never the only one to listen to others.

His mother is a little better, at least she can still listen to her little brother.

Thinking of this, Jiang Minghui lowered his head in frustration and said nothing more to break up the fight.

Mrs. Liu also stopped talking, as long as her man didn't go out to participate in the peace.

It's a pity that the big elbow was specially prepared for worship today. Mrs. Liu looked in the direction of the kitchen with regret.