Quick Transmigration: Always Just a Passerby

Chapter 367 Going to the Countryside - One Family

Wang Chunxia did not hesitate.

He took a large handful of water plants and put them into his pocket without thinking.

“Aside from not being able to eat and live together, your Xiaoping is perfectly fine and doesn’t need my incense ash and talisman water.”

He left behind this statement.

Wang Chunxia carried her eating utensils on her back and hurriedly left the cowshed like a race car.

Mao Jiangyue, who was watching from the side, had a wandering gaze.

This means she's still talking about her granddaughter, but she can't live and eat with them... for the rest of her life.

While Wang Dadao was still skeptical.

Mao Pingping took out the snuff bottle he had hidden at home from his pants pocket.

"I hid all our family's belongings in the wild graveyard."

She was referring to the "beautiful waste" that her parents and grandparents exchanged for their monthly salaries.

Next, he took off a pair of glasses and handed them to Mao Jiangyue.

This was worn by Mao Pingping, who carried it over like sunglasses, sticking it on top of his head.

Ok.

He's still as unreliable as ever.

"Grandma, I brought your glasses back with me too. There are still a few fish I didn't bring up from where I came from."

So... does this mean I don't have to go to school or work anymore?

That interruption...

The strange atmosphere from before vanished, and Mao Jiangyue was successfully amused by her granddaughter. Her mind was filled with thoughts of how the child was now smug, not having to go to school or get up early... just as carefree as before.

Are there really any great immortals?

Open your eyes, Master! Stop spoiling the child like this.

Worried that his wife would beat the child, Wang Dadao offered to ask the brigade leader for leave so that Mao Jiangyue would have time to beat the child.

Mao Pingping: He was truly a good grandfather of the Mao family.

With the pickled vegetables still not fully pickled, Wang Dadao set off immediately.

They turned a deaf ear to the commotion and noise from the cowshed.

He needed to ask his nephew for leave and also check things out with Wang Chunxia.

Since children cannot live with living people.

Then don't let anyone know she's still alive.

Otherwise, it would be awkward if my nephew found out.

Thinking of his nephew who had become the brigade leader, Wang Dadao was glad that he had listened to Jiang Yue and reconnected with his hometown.

He really didn't expect it.

There are still relatives of mine living in the village.

It seems I wasn't the only one who was lucky.

...

There's still some time before I start work.

Captain Wang Xiaocong was caught red-handed by his uncle, Wang Dadao, while he was secretly eating sour fruit.

"Little Cong, I asked your aunt for half a day off today. I'll take the pickled vegetables back to your dad."

After finishing telling his own story.

Wang Dadao then brought up Wang Xiaocong again.

"You should eat less of these sour fruits, or your teeth will break from the sourness."

Also, have your son and daughter who don't like studying have a competition at home. Whoever is the best at kitchen work can come and learn from me.

Wang Xiaocong did not refuse his uncle's kindness.

He has many children, but not all of them can take over his job.

Learning to cook is great!

If I learn it, I'll spend more money to work in a factory or a state-run restaurant.

Isn't that better than getting farm tools distributed by the production brigade?

When Wang Xiaocong was young, his biological father took him to Yucheng twice, where he recognized Wang Dadao as a relative and ate the food Wang Dadao cooked.

At that time, Wang Xiaocong was particularly envious of his uncle's life.

She once made a strange wish—that when she grew up, she would marry into the city and become a cook.

He expressed this wish at the dinner table at a very young age.

Mao Jiangyue couldn't help but laugh.

Out of professional habit, and also for the sake of my nephew's buttocks.

It took Mao Jiangyue several days to brainwash Wang Xiaocong.

She stopped spouting nonsense about going to the city to get married and instead clung to old textbooks, old newspapers, and Sun Tzu's Art of War with great affection.

Wang Xiaocong's little mind was filled with the life experiences his aunt had shared.

If you read more books, run faster, and have better eyesight than others, you can eat more than others.

That statement wasn't wrong at the time.

After all, he wasn't appointed as the head of the Qingshi production team for no reason.

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When Wang Dadao arrived at the door of Wang Chunxia's dilapidated house.

The bond between grandfather and grandson in the cowshed continues, though the mountains and rivers may separate them.

Mao Jiangyue pulled her granddaughter to examine her carefully, and after checking her ears and the soles of her feet, she discovered...

This is indeed my granddaughter.

The only difference was that the hair looked like it had been stolen from someone else.

My body is a bit swollen from being soaked, and the back of my head is dented from being hit on the head.

"Didn't you say you met a deity?"

Mao Jiangyue's voice choked with emotion.

"Why don't you call a god to fix your head?"

If it weren't for the current efforts to eradicate feudal superstition, Mao Jiangyue would definitely be burning incense and praying to Buddha at home, begging his ancestors to take care of Deng Xiaoping.

At least fix the back of his head.

Otherwise, as an old woman, she would feel heartbroken to see this dent.

Mao Pingping switched to her rambling mode.

"Perhaps the gods wanted to teach me a lesson so I wouldn't fall for their tricks again..."

Grandma, do you think our ancestral graves are emitting auspicious smoke?

Grandma, why don't you go and bring the fish back first?

Grandma, it's getting dark and I still need to go back to Yucheng to get something.

Before I came to the production team, I even went to the farm to give my parents two of these, and my mom did too, hehe.

I guarantee that the Mao family will eat until they don't want to eat anymore.

Hearing her granddaughter repeatedly say "milk, milk, milk," Mao Jiangyue felt a chill run down her spine.

She suspected that her granddaughter might have been injured and lost her brain.

They thought they were still little kids.

She tried to annoy herself to death by calling her grandma.

He recalled how his family went from being reported to being sent to the countryside for reform, and how his granddaughter said she had suffered a misfortune.

Mao Jiangyue thought.

The things I've been going through recently are similar to what happened in the first half of my life.

Scenes of her parents, relatives, and nanny passing away one by one flashed before her eyes.

Sudden.

The camera suddenly freezes on the granddaughter who is pretending to be stupid.

The old lady's worries vanished instantly.

The joy of finding something lost has vanished without a trace.

I buried the past deep in my heart again.

Mao Jiangyue tidied her hair in front of the water before grabbing a basket and nimbly heading out the door.

...

Mao Pingping is a "filial" child.

The fish that carried her milk was much heavier than the ones that were given to her parents.

Old Mrs. Mao Jiangyue was a woman who refused to admit defeat. She carried several rare large bluefish on her back and walked towards the cowshed with hunched backs and small steps.

Wang Xiaocong's quiet youngest daughter saw it.

He followed behind Grandma Mao silently, using his head and arms to help.

Mao Jiangyue was so exhausted that her back was numb and she didn't notice anything unusual behind her.

She had only been to the countryside and hadn't even experienced the hardships of manual labor yet, but she was already suffering because of her granddaughter. I wonder if she felt itchy to beat up Mao Yong.

Urged on by Tongzi.

Mao Pingping's occasionally malfunctioning brain started working again, and he directed his limbs to climb out of the window in unison.

It clung to the outside like a giant, homeless spider.

She used the ends of her long black hair as eyes to peek into the cowshed.

I wanted to greet Mao Jiangyue, who was nervously closing the window, but she "ruthlessly" pushed away the few clumps of long hair that looked rather strange.

"Tongzi, Tongzi, tell me, does my grandma stop caring about me now that she has Wang Zhongxue?"

Tongzi cleared his throat and pretended to be a magic mirror that spouted nonsense.

"Although you and your hair are excellent, Wang Zhongxue is clearly more in line with human aesthetics."