It has been raining for the past two days. When it rains, Blacksmith Luo is worried that the fish pond will overflow and the shrimp seedlings he finally put in will be washed away again. So as long as it rains, Blacksmith Luo will eat

He didn't even bother to go home to eat, and stayed in the small thatched house by the fish pond day and night to monitor.

Luo Fengtang felt sorry for the old man, so on rainy days, he would take time to go to the fish pond to help Blacksmith Luo.

No, he came back halfway today and brought back four or five kilograms of eels, which he and Blacksmith Luo caught in the ditch near the fish pond.

It is already very difficult to eat eel at this time of year. It will not be found for a while, so Luo Fengtang hurriedly sent it home.

Yang Ruoqing and Wang Cuilian's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law picked for a while and left some food at home to cook when they came home at night.

Then Wang Cuilian picked a few more fat ones and asked Yang Ruoqing to bring them to her parents to try. After passing this village, there was no such shop. The colder the weather got, the harder it was to eat eels.

So now it was lunch time, and Yang Ruoqing was picking vegetables with Ms. Sun in her parents' kitchen.

Yang Ruoqing was responsible for picking vegetables, while Sun was picking up eels.

"This eel is really big. If you add some ginger, garlic, chili pepper, etc., one can cook a big pot!"

Mr. Sun praised the eel while cleaning it.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the eel she brought over and said to Mrs. Sun: "Mom, take the thickest eel, chop a few pieces of ribs into it, add a handful of wolfberries, and make a special stew for my father to replenish his health."

"Mom, just braise the remaining eels. I'll call my grandpa over later, so he can drink two cups with me."

Mrs. Sun smiled and raised her head: "We want to go together. I'll boil a pot of wine later and let them talk."

Thinking of something, Mrs. Sun said to Yang Ruoqing again: "Qing'er, tell me, can we invite your Uncle Jiang over to have a meal together?"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment and looked at Sun in surprise, "Mom, why did you think of inviting Mr. Jiang?"

Mrs. Sun sighed softly, "I feel sorry for your father. Since your little grandfather passed away and your fifth uncle and others also went to Qing'an County, your father has become a lot depressed."

"Your father told me privately that Yu Xingkui told him that your father was very lonely and always felt deserted."

"Obviously we are all around, but I'm afraid I can't keep him company because of the old man's desolate attitude. It would be better if he could gather with other old men of his age and talk."

Mrs. Sun was afraid that Yang Ruoqing wouldn't understand, so she spoke in detail.

In fact, Yang Ruoqing basically understood Old Yangtou's state of mind after listening to a few sentences.

When a person reaches this age, there are fewer and fewer people of his own age and contemporaries around him.

When people are young, they rely on looking forward to the future as the motivation to move forward. When they are middle-aged, they recognize the reality. There are old people, young people, and old people. They are too busy to stop. Naturally, they have no time to lament the spring and autumn, and feel this and that.

By the time you reach your twilight years, it will all depend on how much you can achieve in your life.

The children also got married and started a business, and they had grandchildren. When they no longer had to work hard for survival, they began to reminisce frequently.

So when a person starts to feel nostalgic, no matter what his age, at least his mentality is becoming mature.

When he reaches the age of Lao Yangtou, he is completely in his twilight years. The thing he does most in a day is probably reminiscing.

But sometimes these past events cannot be savored alone, they need to be shared with others.

The person sharing must have participated, so that the conversation can be empathetic.

Little Grandpa is gone, Old Chentou is gone, and now only Old Jiangtou is left.

As for Ga Gong and Suntou, even though they are old enough to talk together, they came later and did not participate in many things.

Therefore, the person who resonates more with Lao Yangtou is Lao Jiangtou. Yang Huazhong is a filial son and wants to invite Lao Jiangtou over for dinner to make Lao Yangtou happy. Yang Ruoqing expresses her understanding of this good intention.

"Mom, go ahead and invite her. It's just a matter of getting an extra pair of chopsticks." Yang Ruoqing said.

Mrs. Sun happily agreed, "I'll call the eels after I've finished packing them."

During lunch, Lao Yangtou saw Lao Jiangtou and Lao Suntou coming, and he really smiled.

Although he was still sitting in a wheelchair and needed help from others, the old man was still very proactive in helping to greet them.

Mrs. Sun and Yang Ruoqing brought the dishes to the main room. The large plate of spicy eel was a good drink.

Because it was a rainy day, Mrs. Sun took out the small clay stove and placed a small iron pot on it.

There is braised local chicken in the iron pot, with pancakes stuck to the side of the pot. The chicken soup is bubbling under the slow fire, and the aroma is lingering.

In addition, there are several plates of stir-fried vegetables, surrounding the ground pot chicken and spicy eel.

Fill the warm wine to Lao Yangtou, Lao Suntou and Lao Jiangtou one by one.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "Master, Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang, it's raining outside today, so it's okay. You can have a drink and chat slowly."

Several old men smiled and nodded. Old Jiangtou, who had just recovered from a serious illness, looked around but did not see Yang Huazhong, "Can't your father's legs still go to the ground?"

"Not yet, but I can sit up." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Then why don't you ask him to come to the main room for dinner?" Lao Jiangtou asked again.

When he came over earlier, he wanted to go to Yang Huazhong's house to say hello, but he was stopped by Old Yangtou, who said that Yang Huazhong had just fallen asleep after taking medicine.

Yang Ruoqing smiled when she heard this and said, "Uncle Fu suggested that my father should stay in bed, otherwise he would be prone to sequelae, so he always takes it to the house to eat."

"Ah? Is that so? You must listen to what the doctor says." Lao Jiangtou said with a cautious expression.

"Then you should hurry up and send some to the third child while it's still hot!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Jiang. We're ready. It's just that my father drank the medicine and didn't wake up. You guys take it first."

"well!"

Several old men were drinking and chatting happily, while Yang Ruoqing and Sun were eating quietly aside. The mother and daughter secretly exchanged glances from time to time, and both saw smiles in each other's eyes.

After lunch, Mrs. Sun went to the backyard to clear away the dishes, while Yang Ruoqing stayed in the main room to make tea for a few old men.

Maybe after drinking a few cups of wine, the negative emotions of Old Yangtou and Old Jiangtou were aroused.

Old Yangtou expressed his sadness and reluctance over the passing of little old Yangtou.

Lao Jiangtou missed his son Jiang Er and his grandson Jiang Xianjun who was still in prison.

Old Suntou, who was still awake, acted as the comforter at this time, urging Old Yangtou and Old Jiangtou to take it easy.

"Life is unpredictable. Let's not talk about others, just talk about ourselves. I don't know if I can get up after sleeping."

"We should live well and be happy for one day. Even if we can't be happy, don't cry and mourn all day long and cause trouble for the children."

"In three to five years, we all have to go there. Then won't we be able to reunite with the deceased?"
Chapter completed!