Chapter 511

Jiang Chen assigned Wang pangzi three villas in the wooden house town, but Wang pangzi never lived there.

Recently, Jiang Chen heard that Wang pangzi had sold two villas. Jiang Chen doesn't know where he spent the money he sold, but Jiang Chen believes that Wang pangzi should not be cheated.

Wanjia village on the grassland. Today, the construction of Wanjia village has been completed. This is Jiang Chen's first visit.

When he first came to the village, Jiang Chen suddenly fell into a trance. The Wanjiang village in the setting sun suddenly brought him to the memory of his childhood.

Jiang Chen walked on the loess ground. He felt the softness of the loess ground. Jiang Chen squatted down. He reached out and touched the loess ground under his feet. This loess ground is really loess!

"Are these the soil of Wanjiang village?"

There is no loess in Jiangchen's desert, only sand. However, these are clearly loess, not his sand!

Jiang Chen took a handful of soil and scattered it in the twilight.

Further on, there is a tall elm at the corner of the village, which has a history of at least 30 years.

The elm is also so familiar. Jiang Chen thinks of the scene when he and fat Wang picked elm money to eat under the elm when he was a child.

"Hehe, I was really poor at that time!"

One elm as like as two peas, and Jiang Chen reminded many people when he was a child, Jiang Chen could not help feeling that the village was exactly the same as he remembered.

Even every thatched cottage and sheepfold in the village are what he remembers.

Jiang Chen walked quickly through the path at the entrance of the village. He went all the way to the village. The two girls in the village are picking up dinner.

She looked at Jiang Chen passing by the door and waved to Jiang Chen and shouted, "brother Jiang, what are you going to do?"

The distant cooking smoke came from an earthen house. Jiang Chen smelled the smell of fried vegetables that he hadn't smelled for a long time. This is a unique dish of thousands of families. Its name is eggplant roast chicken.

As a child, Jiang Chen couldn't help drooling when he mentioned this dish. At that time, he knew that eggplant roast chicken was the best in the world.

Jiang Chen had eaten it before. It was also the time of the new year. And the chicken he eats is not the whole chicken, but the chicken rack he sells.

The chicken rack is very cheap, but it's the only food Jiang Chen could think of when he was a child.

When Jiang Chen hurried to the small earthen house on the Wanjiang River, he looked at a big river flowing in the distance and the locust trees planted on the river.

Jiang Chen suddenly became jealous.

The little house is as like as two peas in his memory. He lived here with grandma every ten years ago.

Grandma bent and tied up bunches of ears of wheat picked up from the ground, and then beat them into grains with a stick.

At that time, he squatted beside his grandmother and listened to her story.

He told his grandmother that when he grew up, he would earn a lot of money to honor her. When their family ate meat, they would no longer have to eat chicken shelves.

But now he finally has money, but the man who told him a story in the small dirt yard has long disappeared.

Up to now, Jiang Chen feels strong enough, but when he sees the earth house, Jiang Chen suddenly finds that the most vulnerable thing in his life is every inch of local land.

"Brother Jiang."

Wang pangzi didn't know when he came to Jiang Chen. For a long time, he squatted down and patted Jiang Chen on the shoulder.

"Brother Chen, the past is over, isn't it? Look how good we are now. We have endless money, we have..."

Wang pangzi said, and his eyes were red. He was attached to Wanjiang village because Wanjiang village also had something he couldn't give up.

"If only they were still alive, when my parents were still alive, I could eat whatever I wanted. I don't want to be beaten. No child can bully me."

Wang pangzi is the same as Jiang Chen. Jiang Chen and his grandmother grew up with him. Wang pangzi is different.

Wang pangzi was a migrant. After his parents moved here, they quarreled for some reason. Later, he knew that his mother was in love with a rich man in the village. Later, his father cut down all the family with a knife. Finally, he jumped into a well and killed himself.

Wang Pangzi's Wanjiang as like as two peas in his old village, but Wang Pangzi did not build that old well because he really couldn't get his way.

"Xiaojiang, we also moved in. You and us, your uncle was bad to you before, and now your aunt and I want to make up for you. Your aunt made eggplant chicken at home. When you were a child, you hid at the door every day and watched secretly. Try it today!"

Jiang Chen heard a familiar voice behind him. He hated it all his life, but after so many years outside, he found that he couldn't hate it suddenly.

However, let him suddenly accept them, Jiang Chen can't do it at all.

"Brother, come with us and go home. If grandma is still alive, he must want our relatives to be together."

There is a little girl standing behind Jiang Chen. She is only 16 years old. Jiang Chen still remembers the scene when she ran behind her with a big nose when she was a child.

"Come on, brother Chen, go to dinner! Today, the village head heard that you were coming. They all went to your second uncle's house and your aunt came."

Wang pangzi rubbed his eyes and pulled up Jiang Chen. He hadn't seen him for many years. Jiang Chen saw the second uncle standing behind him. The honest man who was afraid of his wife was also old.

People can't resist the ruthlessness of years after all.

"Xiao Chen, let's go home for dinner!"

Jiang Dahai walked to Jiang Chen, patted him on the shoulder, hugged him and walked towards his home.

When we reached jiangdahai's yard, most of the men in the village had gathered at the gate of jiangdahai.

Wanjiang village is not very big. There are only forty or fifty families in the village. Therefore, hearing that Jiang chenlai is coming, all the people came to meet him.

"Xiao Jiang, do you remember your second uncle?"

"Xiaojiang is really more and more handsome, just like his father when he was young."

"Well, well, don't block the door. Come into the yard for dinner."

Jiang Chen's aunt waved to everyone around her apron, and a group of people crowded into the yard with happy faces.

Jiang Chen looked up at his aunt. She also changed her face in the years before she knew it.

In Jiang Chen's memory, she always has a straight face and a look of bitter hatred, but she doesn't want to look more and more kind when she is old.

"Xiao Chen, my aunt has done wrong before. Please forgive us."

"It's all a family."

Jiang Chen is also open. Now he doesn't lack anything, but what he lacks in his heart is still the family affection.

Jiang Chen even wondered, if one day he comes back from the desert, will there be relatives present when he wants to marry Li still and Anna?

Now, he finally doesn't have to worry about this problem.

In the yard, Wang pangzi rarely took out the Wanjiang wine brewed two years ago. A group of Wanjiang villagers ate and drank around several big tables.

This scene suddenly reminds Jiang Chen of his childhood. When he was a child, whenever there was a wedding or funeral in the village, the whole village would gather together to help.

At that time, he would never miss the lively scene.

Once, he and Wang pangzi ran to see second uncle Li in the west of the village get married. They squatted in the yard and watched the kitchen man kill fish. Then they waited for someone to throw the fish bubble over. They scrambled to step on it with their feet.

For this reason, his mother looked for him for a long time and didn't find him. When she found him near the fish, his mother beat him up on the spot.

From that time on, Jiang Chen knew that he must tell his mother where he was going when he went out, but later his mother didn't tell them where they were going when he went out.