Chapter 71 The seventy-first generation had

a good night’s sleep, and the next day Chen Yun still slept until she woke up naturally.

The first thing she did after opening her eyes was to look for her cell phone. She read the group messages on the screen, then lifted the quilt, washed up, put on makeup, went downstairs, locked both doors, and set out on the journey to find her relatives.

A ten-minute walk from home, a canvas shed has been erected on the empty concrete ground. Inside, people are working busily, and the noise is so loud that it almost blows the roof off.

As soon as Chen Yun entered, she saw her mother working in an apron and sleeves. She turned her eyes and found her son and some other children squatting in a circle, not knowing what they were doing. She looked up and saw her daughter and some older friends chasing each other. The remaining two men were nowhere to be found.

But he's such a big person, he won't get lost no matter where he is placed.

Chen Yun didn't worry about it and slowly moved to her mother's side: "Mom, is the first pot of fried cakes ready?"

Liu Yingxia couldn't free her hands, so she raised her chin to indicate: "The fried cakes are over there, you just need to eat two, they will use the first batch to offer to their ancestors."

There are many rules in her hometown wedding, and Chen Yun couldn't tell what they are. When she was a child, she thought that these were skills that she would automatically master when she grew up. Unexpectedly, after she was over 30, the thing she participated in the most was eating. She said: "I'll just eat one, we'll have buns later."

She arranged everything clearly for herself.

Liu Yingxia interrupted her plan: "Just fry pancakes in the morning."

Huh? Chen Yun opened her mouth slightly: "I told Xiaoqing that we would make dumplings together in the morning."

She even made an appointment with others. Liu Yingxia: "Xiyang's wife came so early."

Huh? ? Chen Yun: "She told me she would sleep a little later."

Liu Yingxia: "They are from the same family as Grandpa, so they must sleep early."

Even though they all have the surname Chen, they are still related to each other. Chen Yun couldn't figure out who was who, and said: "Then I'll eat a cake and go to work."

She couldn't stop talking about eating. Liu Yingxia: "I was starving you at home, so what?"

Chen Yun giggled: "Home flowers are not as fragrant as wild flowers."

She was talking nonsense again. Liu Yingxia didn't respond, but only said: "Tell Yangyang not to lie on the ground first, he pretended not to hear me talking."

Chen Yun pretended to roll up her sleeves: "Just give him a beating."

She went over and picked up her son to warn him. The kid seemed to have listened to it, and no one knew how long it would take for him to return to his old ways.

Of course Chen Yun also knows that sometimes she often feels that she is doing useless work day after day.

She brushed the dust off her son and let him continue playing. She held her hands up like a doctor before entering the operating room, and only after washing them clean did she take the fried cake to eat. She stopped to say hello to countless relatives in the short ten-meter walk.

They all watched her grow up. Some asked her when she would come back, some said she got up late, and some were concerned about how old her children were. There were also two elderly aunts whose memories seemed to have stopped more than ten years ago. They held her hands and asked her when she would get married.

Chen Yun smiled secretly in her heart, but also felt a little sad.

The old lady's hearing was not very good, and her comprehension ability was not very good. She leaned very close to talk to her, and after a long time it was as if she was talking to a deaf person, but she answered patiently over and over again, and only pulled away after a while.

To be honest, perhaps because she is married with two children, Chen Yun does not have to face the most annoying situations in such occasions, and therefore retains the closeness to her hometown to the greatest extent.

She even liked to participate in it a little bit, and could find ease and comfort among these familiar people and things.

In contrast, Zhao Xiaoqing's morning was a bit difficult.

She didn't know whether it was because she got up too early or because she was surrounded by dialects that she couldn't understand at all, but she felt a little dizzy.

But everyone still likes to talk to the "newlyweds", asking them about the marriage customs in their hometown, how much dowry they should give, and what the rules for betrothal gifts are.

Zhao Xiaoqing felt that the question was a bit of an invasion of privacy, and it seemed that she would not stop until she knew the deposit balance.

When everything was in a state of panic, Chen Yun appeared.

She naturally sat in the candy wrapping line, greeted the elders first, then turned her head and winked: "I'm late."

Zhao Xiaoqing breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "I came early." When

Chen Yun looked at her now, she couldn't help but put herself in the shoes of Song Fenglin ten years ago, and felt a sense of responsibility to help her, so she started the conversation: "How many of each kind of candy do you want to put in?"

Zhao Xiaoqing moved her thumb and index finger in a stroke: "Eight."

An aunt close to her corrected her: "You were counting seven."

Regional differences are reflected in all aspects.

Zhao Xiaoqing felt like he was squeezing out politeness from between his teeth: "This is eight in our place."

His aunt waved her hands vigorously as if she had heard something out of the ordinary, and repeated it exaggeratedly: "She said this is eight."

She even laughed after saying that.

It was spoken in dialect. Although Zhao Xiaoqing could not understand it, he seemed to have roughly guessed it from the body movements.

All her fatigue from getting up early came up at this moment. Her eyelids drooped slightly, and she raised her head to see where the person who said "I will never let myself be wronged" was.

No one else had it, but there was Chen Yun in front of him: "Auntie, the country is so big, there's everything."

In order to make Zhao Xiaoqing understand, the second half of the sentence was in Mandarin.

My aunt said, "That's right. I saw it on that phone, and they have it..."

She was halfway through her conversation when her Mandarin turned back into dialect.

It's a habit after all. Even if you know that some people don't understand, you won't give in, because the minority always has to follow the majority.

Zhao Xiaoqing's ears were buzzing. Although it was a very lively scene, he felt extremely lonely.

She comforted herself that everything would be fine in the future, trying hard to drive away the depression, and sighed for the countless times this morning.

Chen Yun handed her a candy: "Try this, it's a local specialty white rice candy. I loved eating it when I was a child, but now I can't eat it anymore because my teeth hurt."

It's true that Zhao Xiaoqing had been thinking about eating some after working on the "assembly line" for a whole morning.

But she was too embarrassed to extend her hand, for fear that others would say she was greedy.

Now that someone is taking the lead, she didn't hesitate and opened the simple plastic packaging. She grimaced as the aroma of essence that hit her mouth and nose made her grimace: "Super sweet."

Chen Yun smiled: "Yeah, there are many old-fashioned candies that are sweeter than this. Now wedding candies have all changed to high-end brands, only this one hasn't changed."

"But kids still like this one. Xingxing can always accurately get the sweetest one."

She smiled again, but hers was very kind.

Zhao Xiaoqing also relaxed: "Children have strong tastes. I have a niece..."

The two chatted while working and ate lunch at the same table.

More than a dozen tables were occupied one after another. Chen Yun took a seat first, holding a baby in each hand. The three of them were eagerly waiting for their mother/grandmother to come and serve their food.

Her eyes were fixed on it, and she didn’t even notice that her husband/father was the one responsible for serving the food.

Song Fenglin thought that he was transparent because of his height. He coughed lightly and then coughed hard.

He tried so hard to attract attention that Chen Yun suddenly realized there was someone in front of him: "Come over when you're done. I've saved a seat for you."

He asked again, "Have you seen Dad? I haven't seen him all morning."

Song Fenglin: "He's inside watching people play cards. He'll be here soon."

Then he whispered, "I'll bring the one with the most meat."

Chen Yun loves to eat this kind of braised pork cooked in a large pot over wood fire.

She knew that the host would definitely provide enough meat and vegetables at this time, and she also knew that he was just thinking about taking better care of her all the time, so she also followed him stealthily: "Please give more."

Song Fenglin nodded slightly, and the frame of his glasses fell down.

He was still holding the tray, and Chen Yun reached out to help him push up his glasses: "Go ahead, Jiro."

There is a kind of humor that can only be experienced if you have lived together.

Song Fenglin's smile was ignited by this sentence, which made the two children feel a little puzzled and they looked up at their father.

Song Feng, Lin Chong and the others also smiled, dodged left and right, and went to the kitchen.

Chen Yun didn't look at his back, she just felt that Chen Xingyue didn't grow much taller this year.

She suddenly became upset and kept gesturing above her daughter's head.

Coincidentally, a cousin's wife saw it and pulled her son over: "Ours is about the same age as yours. Come on, let's compare."

Whenever this happened, Chen Xingyue would secretly stand on tiptoe, but unfortunately, even with "cheating", she still couldn't beat the others, and her eyes rolled around in dissatisfaction.

Chen Yun touched her head and said the most classic words: "Eat more vegetables and you will grow taller."

She sometimes felt that although being a parent does not require exam-oriented study, everyone has a fixed set of templates. No matter how they complained in the past, they cannot escape it now.

Chen Xingyue probably had some opinions in her mind. She pulled her mother's hand and acted coquettishly with a sticky nasal voice.

Chen Yun: "Don't give me that crap. We have to eat vegetables today too."

Then he felt something was wrong and looked at her clothes: "Oh my God, where have you been all morning?"

Chen Xingyue pointed here and there, then looked down at herself with an innocent look on her face: "It's not dirty."

Song Fenglin came just in time, and Chen Yun said: "Let dad lend you his glasses."

This was a sarcastic remark, but unfortunately Chen Xingyue didn't understand it with her cultural level. Instead, she really jumped and wanted to take off her father's glasses.

Song Fenglin hadn't put the plate in his hand on the table yet. He thought to himself that it was a good thing that he dodged quickly, and said seriously: "Be careful, baby, you might get burned."

Chen Xingyue stuck out her tongue, and her grandmother stuffed a pair of chopsticks into her hand.

She sat down obediently and reported her brother: "Yangyang is picking his nose."

Chen Xinyang retorted loudly, crossed his arms angrily, turned his face away and waited for others to coax him.

Look, look, there's another incident.

Chen Yun complained to Zhao Xiaoqing: "They quarrel every day."

Zhao Xiaoqing thought he looked familiar: "My brother and I used to be like this."

She noticed out of the corner of her eye that Song Fenglin was talking to his son in a gentle voice, and his hands were not idle as he was picking up food for his daughter.

Just then, Chen Xiyang came to find her after finishing his work. She gestured to him, "You should raise children like this in the future."

Chen Xiyang was delighted and said, "Shall we have two children too?"

Zhao Xiaoqing, "It depends on your performance."

Chen Xiyang thought that if he compared his performance with Song Fenglin, no man in the world would be qualified to be a father.

But he didn't dare say it out loud. He just dealt with the matter vaguely and changed the subject: "You must be hungry. Let's eat first."

After the five dishes and two soups were served, everyone had a full meal and continued to do their own work.