novelden Chapter 41: I Forgot My Mother After Getting a Wife
Chapter 41: I Forgot My Mother After Getting a Wife
"I know, so I want to rent a house in town to make cold noodles." Yang Zhenzhen didn't want to beat around the bush, "Do you think this is a good deal, Brother Biao?"
"Generally, you have to pay a deposit when renting a house in this town, and at least three months' rent in one lump sum, Uncle San..." Yang Biao didn't say anything else. There was no need to make this too clear. I think you should understand the meaning. Uncle San probably doesn't have that much savings.
"Well, I..." Yang Zhenzhen was so busy thinking about the benefits of moving to the town to make cold noodles that he forgot that he was short of money. "Then can Brother Biao lend me some money..."
"Okay," Yang Biao agreed with a smile as he looked at his uncle's head which was lowering as he spoke.
"Ah, you agree now?" Yang Xiaozhen immediately raised his head, confused. He thought that his nephew had said so much before because he did not approve of him going to the town. After all, the cost of living in the town was high and even vegetables had to be bought with money.
"Yes, if you want to do it, just go for it. I will always support you." Yang Biao knew that he didn't have the courage, so he wanted to make him confident.
"Hmm..." Shouldn't the words of encouragement just now be said by me, the uncle, to my nephew? How come it's the other way around? Yang Xiaozhen was a little depressed.
"Uncle San, do you have anything else to say?" Yang Biao asked. Seeing that his uncle shook his head, he said, "Nothing. I'll go home first."
Yang Xiaozhen watched his nephew's departing back, leaving himself in the dark and disheveled.
next day
"Qian Xiang, get up. We have to go to town." Cai Xiang pulled her sleeping sister and said, worried that she might not be able to wake her up. "Qian Xiang."
"Hey," Qian Xiang agreed and got up immediately.
Caixiang breathed a sigh of relief, luckily he woke up after his sister called him.
"You got up early today," Zhang saw that her youngest son had already made more than half of the cold noodles. It seemed that Yang Zhenzhen had come to work before dawn today.
"The sooner we finish the work, the earlier we can set off." Yang Xiaozhen smiled happily at Zhang.
"Mom, please put this basin on the mule cart first. We are in a hurry." Yang Xiaozhen urged Zhang.
"You kid, are you so impatient, aren't you?" Zhang scolded with a smile, "You are so impatient in everything you do. When will you be able to be steady?" But even if she scolded her, she was relieved that her youngest son was willing to work hard for the family, even if he didn't have much success in the future.
"It's all packed up, Mom," Caixiang saw grandma put the last bowl of cold noodles on the mule cart, and went to call Li to get up.
"Pack up, let's go." The two sisters cheered. Along the way, the two girls who had never traveled far away chirped like two little swallows. Even the flowers, plants and trees on the roadside seemed to be infected by their happiness and added their own voices to play the melody of life.
"Dad, I heard from the villagers that they saw my third brother selling cold noodles in town." While eating breakfast, Wang pretended to casually talk about the news she heard.
"Well, he told me that he was selling for Biao," Yang Dashan finished his breakfast, put down his bowl, and reached for the pipe on his waist. "Biao has to study, so he doesn't have that much time to sell things."
"Then can we make our own wine?" Wang also went to inquire about the market price of wine and found out that Yang Biao's sorghum wine was sold to Huanxi Restaurant in the county town. It was said that the price was not low.
"Can you brew wine?" Yang Lidi retorted to Wang in annoyance.
"Didn't Yang Biao teach Xiuxiu? Then I can learn it too."
"You beat his mother, so do you think he would be so stupid to teach you?" Yang Lidi was really mad. How could she have the nerve to say that.
"If you don't teach me, then let the Meihua sisters learn. They have never beaten their mother, right?" Wang had a new idea. How could she be so smart?
"Okay, Dad, Mom, stop talking. Yang Biao has handed the wine-making business over to the village head. It's impossible for us to do it on our own." Yang Zian was upset by their quarrel. "Mom, you should focus on the family and find a good marriage for me first. People of my age in the village already have children." This is so annoying. I am the only bachelor in the village.
"Well, Zi'an really needs to pay more attention to this matter." Yang Dashan smoked a cigarette and told his eldest son to be sure to know the details of the girl's family before getting married.
"Yes, Dad, I understand." Yang Dashan quickly agreed.
On this side, after selling the cold noodles, Yang Biao drove the mule cart with Yang Xiaohua to the town to meet up with his uncle's family.
"Brother Biao, this way!" Yang Xiaozhen waved at him.
"Uncle San, have you found a house?" Yang Biao looked at his happy face and knew that it should be settled.
"Yes, my former co-workers helped me find it. I picked out a few and thought this one is the best." Yang Xiaozhen smiled naively.
"Oh, then Uncle San, can you take me to have a look?" Yang Biao became interested.
"Of course, let's go!" Yang Xiaozhen carried Qian Xiang to the mule cart, and then went to support Zhang, "I don't need your support, you go and take care of your wife." Zhang shook off her youngest son's hand, and Yang Xiaohua hurriedly pulled Cai Xiang onto the cart.
"Go slowly," Yang Xiaozhen admonished Li, thinking that he didn't want to help his wife right away. If he really did that, he guaranteed that the stigma of forgetting about his mother would be put down after he had a wife, and he would really become Zhu Bajie looking in the mirror - neither a human being nor a human being.
"What do you think, brother Biao?" Yang Xiaozhen felt a little nervous when he saw his nephew's expressionless face.
"Very good." Yang Biao smiled, "Then where is the owner?"
"He lives at the intersection ahead. This is his old house." Yang Xiaozhen was relieved to see his nephew smiling. "I'll go get him over."
"I wonder how the rent for this house is calculated, brother." When Yang Biao saw the landlord, he went straight to the point.
"Well, two hundred wen a month, and three months' rent as a deposit." The landlord was in his thirties and looked like a generous man.
"Can't it be cheaper?" Yang Biao said with a stiff upper lip. "Don't count on me. Just look at me. I won't bargain."
"Look, I have five rooms here, and there is a well in the yard. It cost more than twenty taels of silver to dig this well. Others also rent it this way." The owner of the house explained to everyone as they walked around. His house is very good, "I won't charge you more."
"Buzz," why did this sentence sound so familiar? Yang Biao always felt that he had heard it somewhere.
"Uncle San, what do you think?" Yang Biao felt that the house he rented was in Yang Town, so as long as he thought it was good, it was fine and he didn't want to interrupt.
"I think we can rent it." Yang Zhenzhen was mainly attracted by the well in the yard. Making cold noodles requires a lot of water, and it would be much easier if the water was relatively close.
"Then shall we sign the lease?" Yang Biao looked at his uncle. Yang Xiaozhen nodded, so the landlord went outside to borrow a pen and ink and called two neighbors who lived next door to come over as witnesses. Yang Xiaozhen waited for his nephew to read the contract and nodded before he dipped his ink and stamped his fingerprints on the contract.