Chapter 40: Going to the Old Village Secretary's House

Lu Yang's sudden appearance.

It was directly equivalent to activating a full-screen ultimate move. The brothers who were arguing with each other just now were now learning Sichuan Opera face-changing and greeting Lu Yang as if nothing had happened.

"Fourth brother, sister-in-law..."

"Fourth Brother, Fourth Sister-in-law, why don't you stay inside and warm yourself by the fire? It's too windy outside."

"Oh, I remember now. The water is boiling. I have to go and pluck the old hen. I must not miss lunch."

His aunt also pretended to be enthusiastic.

"no need."

Lu Yang shook his head.

He said to his slightly puzzled cousin, "Don't forget, get up early tomorrow and gather at the village entrance. We're going to the town together. We have an appointment to have dinner with Public Security Wei. We can't let him down."

Lu Youren nodded, "Of course I should, but are you leaving now? You don't want to stay for dinner?"

Lu Yang waved his hand, held Yin Mingyue's hand and continued to walk forward, "No, I don't want to eat anymore. The people here make me feel sick."

He didn't care about other people's expressions and just walked through the crowd.

He pushed the bicycle and waited for Yin Mingyue behind him to sit firmly. Then he pushed hard on the pedal with one foot and rode forward steadily without even looking back.

He went back to Ma Laoliu's wife's store and picked up his old hen.

It seems that I have to make lunch at home.

I think so.

But when he returned to his father-in-law's yard, before Lu Yang had even parked the car, his father-in-law had already rushed back from his furniture workshop, saying that he had just happened to meet the old village party secretary, and the old village party secretary wanted to talk to his son-in-law, Lu Yang, about something. It was originally agreed that Lu Yang would go over after he came back in the afternoon, but since Lu Yang's uncle's house didn't have any lunch left for him at noon and he came back early, he simply asked Lu Yang to go over now and also brought a bottle of wine for him so that he could have a meal with the old village party secretary.

Lu Yang was helpless.

I had to throw away the old hen that I was about to pluck, and put the responsibility of cooking lunch back in the hands of my mother-in-law and wife.

Washed hands.

I went back to the inner room and changed my clothes.

After coming out, he picked up the Lao Baishaye prepared by his father-in-law. After walking a few steps, he thought something was wrong. This wine was a gift from his father-in-law, and Lao Baishaye was not a specialty of Shencheng. It was a Hunan wine. When he got married, this old village party secretary had served as a witness for him and Yin Mingyue. It was not reasonable for him to go to the restaurant with his father-in-law's gift empty-handed.

So he returned to the house.

Among the pile of cigarettes and alcohol brought back from Shanghai, he found a pack of red-shelled Peony brand cigarettes.

This cigarette costs 49 cents a pack.

The whole piece costs four dollars and fifty cents.

It is considered a relatively high-end cigarette in this era. Smokers like to call it red-shell cigarette. If you can put a pack of it in your shirt pocket when it is hot in summer, you will look cool and stylish, and it will also give you face.

Lu Yang himself was also a smoker in his previous life, but that was after he went to work in the south.

Now reborn.

He has stopped smoking a long time ago, and he is still young and has no smoking addiction.

So I bought these cigarettes with the intention of giving them to others.

Be prepared.

I put the cigarettes and alcohol in the basket in front of the bicycle, got back on the bike, and in less than four or five minutes, I arrived in front of a row of houses with red bricks and green tiles.

This is the home of the old village party secretary.

Back then, when this patch of houses was first built, it was the most beautiful in the village. But over the years, as more and more red brick and green tile houses were built in the village, it became less noticeable. Stop the bike.

Lu Yang had just taken out cigarettes and wine from the basket in front of him when a man came out of the house. After seeing Lu Yang, he ran over with a look of surprise and said, "Brother Yang is here. I knew that you, Brother Yang, must have good cigarettes and wine. The old man wanted to trick me into working in the fields, but I won't do it."

This is Lu Yang’s elementary and junior high school classmate Yin Zhuangzhuang.

As the name suggests, he is not strong at all, just a standard thin dog. Which just fits the saying: make up for what you lack.

The old village party secretary has a son in his old age!
The first four children he gave birth to were all daughters, and he almost had five golden flowers. Fortunately, the last one was a male, which fulfilled his wish. Otherwise, he would have definitely given birth to more children.

It’s a microcosm of an era!

At the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, there was no talk of having fewer children or better quality of life. The country still encouraged childbirth, and the four olds had not yet been eliminated. Many people believed that only by giving birth to boys could the family be carried on and the business be established. As long as they could be supported, every family would have four or five children. The old village party secretary was considered restrained. After all, he was a cadre, and even if the family had ten or eight children, he could still support them.

Lu Yang smiled and greeted, "Come on, you're the only one working in the fields. Hurry up and tell me what your father wants me to do."

Yin Zhuangzhuang took the cigarettes and alcohol, especially the cigarettes, which were great stuff. He drooled and tried to tear them apart immediately, fearing that he would be beaten when he entered the house later. Then he said mysteriously, "Good thing, there is a chance to make a fortune. It depends on whether you can grasp it."

Lu Yang was stunned.

I thought: Could it be the tea factory in the back mountain? Is the old village secretary accepting benefits from him and lobbying for him, and wants me to invest in it?
If that's really the case.

Then he came to the wrong place today. These cigarettes and alcohol are like throwing meat buns at a dog.

But it is still too early to confirm. Lu Yang showed no displeasure on his face. He punched the grinning Yin Zhuangzhuang and said, "Okay, then why don't you lead the way? If there is a chance to make a fortune, I will prepare one for you next time you come to my house."

Yin Zhuangzhuang said happily: "Seriously, you are not allowed to lie to me."

Then he ran happily into the house.

Lu Yang shook his head and followed Yin Zhuangzhuang into the house, but found that no one was inside the main house. Instead, there was a clanging sound in the kitchen next door. He lifted the door curtain and saw that it was the old village secretary and his wife cooking together. Lu Yang was surprised and said, "Old Secretary, do you have any distinguished guests coming to your house today? Why did you even kill the chicken and cook it yourself?"

The old village party secretary who was chopping chicken turned around and saw Lu Yang, and said with a brisk face: "There is a distinguished guest, aren't you?"

Then he noticed the cigarettes and alcohol in his youngest son's hands, and frowned casually: "I asked you to come to my house for dinner, but you have to do it empty-handed. Don't do it next time."

Lu Yang smiled and said, "I didn't buy anything. This wine was given to you by my father-in-law. You are his cousin, so he should show respect to you. The cigarettes are special products that I brought back from Shencheng. They are not worth much. I just wanted the old secretary to have a taste."

That’s all I have to say.

The old village secretary had no choice but to nod his head and said, "You are so thoughtful. Go and sit down. You and Zhuangzhuang are classmates, so you should be able to chat with each other. You can also teach him more for me. I will call you when it's time for dinner."

Lu Yang responded and then lowered the door curtain.

He and Yin Zhuangzhuang stared at each other.

"You have a wife?"

"No."

"Didn't a matchmaker come to propose marriage?"

"Yes, there is, but I don't like it."

"Oh, it seems you have chosen. You don't like our rural Cinderella who can work in the fields. You want to marry a clean and beautiful girl from the city?"

"Of course not. To be worthy of me, at least she should be as good as Teresa Teng, right?"

"You wish for that. You are doomed to be single for the rest of your life."

Lu Yang chatted with Yin Zhuangzhuang in random moments and found that the other party really lived up to his two bugs of "having a child in old age" and "having a lot of children". All his sisters in the family were married, so he had no worries about food and clothing and could just live off his parents at home peacefully. He had no idea what ambition was.

Lu Yang wanted to give him two words: naive.

(End of this chapter)