When asked about this, Dabai smiled and rubbed his hands, looking honest and honest.

"Actually, it's nothing. It's just that some people sell their goods but don't sell them to the right place. I help sell them together and take a commission from them."

Yang Huamei asked a few more questions. She was a layman on the business side, and Dabai also spoke vaguely.

Anyway, Yang Huamei went back and forth and only wanted to make sure of one thing, that is, Dabai was serious about doing business.

"How long can you stay at home this time?" Yang Huamei asked again.

Dabai thought for a moment, "Originally I planned to stay for two or three days before leaving. Wouldn't it be just in time for spring plowing? I thought about helping with farm work at home for a few days before leaving, so that my mother and brother would be more relaxed.

"

Yang Huamei was once again moved by Dabai's thoughtfulness and her eyes turned red.

"It's okay, there isn't much work at home, your brother and I can handle it."

"You just focus on doing business outside, and you don't need to worry about the family."

Dabai said: "Okay."

"By the way, mother, where has my father been? I haven't seen him for a long time since I came back?"

When Wang Hongquan was mentioned, the smile on Yang Huamei's face disappeared.

"I was just about to tell you that we have separated."

"What? Separate the family? How?"

"Your father went to live alone in the old house at the back."

"What? Old house?"

"Well, these are the two houses where your father lived before he was alive. I asked your little grandfather and a few cousins ​​to help clean them up, and your father moved in there."

Dabai's face was full of astonishment. He knew that the relationship between his mother and his father was not good, but he didn't expect that they would be separated after returning home after being away for more than ten days.

"Mom, isn't this good? My father is getting old and there is no one around to take care of him. It's not convenient for him to cook and do laundry..."

Yang Huamei could see that Dabai was sincere when he said this.

Although he and his father-in-law don't get along well, Dabai is his grandson after all, and the feelings between grandson and grandson are there.

"Dabai, I can't help you, but I really can't help you."

Yang Huamei raised her hand and wiped the corners of her eyes.

"It's not easy for your father and I to live under the same roof. In the past, your father was sandwiched between us."

"Your father is gone, and our son-in-law and I live together again and have to quarrel every day, which is not good for anyone."

"It was your father's own choice to live in the old house in the backyard. We didn't argue or quarrel, so we just packed up and moved there. We've been living here for three or four days."

"I'll wash his clothes, and I'll be happy to give him his food. As long as he doesn't live under the same roof, and as long as he doesn't come in and out of the same yard, I'll accept it. You, don't blame my mother, she can't do anything about it."

Seeing Yang Huamei turn her head and cry, Dabai squatted aside and could do nothing but sigh.

After being silent for a long time, Dabai said to Yang Huamei: "It's all divided, so I won't say anything. Let's all have a good life from now on."

"I'm going to the old house in the backyard to see my grandpa."

"Well, go ahead."

In the old house in the backyard, there are two lonely adobe houses with thatched roofs.

There is a small yard surrounded by a fence in front of the house, and two or three chickens are clucking in the yard.

There was a small bamboo chair with a backrest placed in front of the thin wooden door. Dabai recognized it at a glance as the one that his father used to place next to his bed, but the bamboo chair was empty and no one was there.

Dabai entered the courtyard and called me twice.

A voice came from behind the house, "Which one is it?"

Wang Hongquan moved over, his sleeves rolled up to his arms, and he was holding a dung fork in his hand.

Seeing Dabai, Wang Hongquan became excited, and the muscles on his face twitched.

"Ah, my precious grandson, are you back?"

He dropped the dung fork and stretched out his hands to welcome Dabai's trembling figure.

The moment Dabai saw Wang Hongquan, he wanted to go over and help him, but when he saw the dung fork Wang Hongquan had thrown on the ground, as well as the black things and straw crumbs stuck to the dung fork, Dabai hesitated.

However, Wang Hongquan had already arrived in front of him, hugged him, and slapped Dabai's strong back hard.

"My eldest grandson is finally back. I miss you so much!"

Dabai's body stiffened for a moment, then he smiled and quietly withdrew from Wang Hongquan's warm arms.

"Master, what are you busy with?"

"Ha, I'm busy putting up firewood!"

Posting firewood? Dabai didn’t quite understand it for a while.

"Come here, let me show you."

Wang Hongquan took Dabai's hand and walked toward the back of the house.

Dabai glanced at his hand, and suddenly he didn't want it anymore, from his fingers to his arms.

"Look, this is what I posted."

Wang Hongquan pulled Dabai to the back of the house and pointed at the piles of straw mixed with feces on the yellow mud wall, as if to show off his military medals.

"Look, over there is a pig dung cake, here is a dog dung cake, and here are some cow dung cakes. In order to snatch these cow dung cakes, your father and I almost got into a fight with a few old men in the village."

Dabai felt uncomfortable all over and almost stopped breathing.

"Master, why are you putting these things on the wall? It stinks."

Wang Hongquan stared, "What's so stinky? These are all treasures!"

"I don't know how good it will be when it's dried and burned with firewood."

"Also, when Hongmei has a baby in a few months, she will be able to dry diapers, clothes, etc. If it's cloudy and rainy, then she won't have to rely on the stove?"

"I am saving all this firewood for you. When it is dry and crispy, you can just break off a few pieces to make a fire. I don't know how convenient it will be!"

Wang Hongquan spoke with saliva flying around and his expression was in high spirits, but Dabai's hair stood up all over his body when he heard it, and he wished he could leave here as soon as possible.

"Master, you should be busy first, I'm going back to the front yard."

Originally, he thought that I would be lonely after the family was separated, but he felt a little sympathy so he came over to take a look.

Unexpectedly, the old man was very busy. It seemed that he was overthinking.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave before you even enter the house? Why should you go inside and sit with me for a while!"

"Master, I..."

"I won't get rid of the firewood for now. Come on, let me go into the house with you to drink some tea and talk."

Wang Hongquan couldn't help but pulled his precious grandson into the house.

You can even imagine what an old bachelor's house looks like with your eyes covered.

Even though Yang Huamei would come here every day to pick up the dirty clothes for washing, and the meals would be delivered directly to her, as soon as she entered the room, she could smell the pungent smell of urine mixed with the smell of dry tobacco.

"Come, drink tea."

Wang Hongquan poured a bowl of tea for Dabai, then pulled up a stool and sat down. There was a sense of freedom in his demeanor that he was the master of the house again.

Dabai couldn't drink this tea because his fingernails were full of black stuff and he poured the tea without washing his hands.

"Master, I'm not thirsty, I just came to see you." Dabai said.

Wang Hongquan nodded, "When did you get home?"
Chapter completed!