yournovel Chapter 131: Having an elder in a family is like having a treasure
Chapter 131: Having an elder in a family is like having a treasure
Chapter 131 Having an elder in the family is like having a treasure
"Hey, Mom, is there anything you need me to bring? I've arrived in town!" Yu Huan parked her car next to the shopping mall, holding her phone to her ear while looking around at the town's appearance in 2012.
His gaze passed through the wide-open car window and landed on the small town hidden deep in his memory.
Both familiar and unfamiliar.
Although it is far from being as prosperous as it will be ten years later, many low-rise buildings have already sprung up, forming a stark contrast with the surrounding low brick and tile houses. This blend of new and old creates a scene reminiscent of a rural-urban fringe area.
The streets were bustling with people and vehicles.
The shops along the street are dazzling, selling food, clothing, hardware, daily necessities... all kinds of shops are haphazardly put together, creating a unique local atmosphere.
"Huanhuan, you're back?" Teacher Wu's voice was filled with joy.
"Yes, I'll be resting this weekend and staying for two days. Is there anything you need me to buy?"
Just then, a sprightly old man drove a hand tractor past leisurely.
It particularly attracted Yu Huan's attention.
Nothing else, it just evokes a strong sense of nostalgia.
As they watched them leave, and the clanging sounds faded into the distance, the voice on the other end of the phone finally became clear again: "Buy a cloth mop."
"Okay, is there anything else?" Yu Huan asked.
Teacher Wu said with a smile, "That's all, you couldn't handle any more!"
Yu Huan smiled and said, "I drove your daughter-in-law's car. Even if it's ten mops, I can still get them all back for you."
"Oh?" Teacher Wu's surprised voice came: "You Rong even has a car?"
“She’s a rich woman,” Yu Huan joked, “It’s not unusual for her to have a car!”
Teacher Wu laughed even louder.
This daughter-in-law is a good match; she has a house and a car. It would be even better if she could give birth to a grandson.
"Then buy another bag of rice. If you have trouble walking, just be nice and ask someone to help you carry it. I don't need to teach you that, do I?"
"Ok, I know."
Hearing her mother's continuous laughter, Yu Huan vaguely pictured her beaming face and tentatively asked:
"Yellow flower sticky?"
The yellow rice is quite thin and long, soft and chewy. Yu Huan remembers that Teacher Wu really liked to eat this kind of rice during this period.
Of course, the three rough men in the family weren't picky; as long as it was rice, and they could eat their fill, that was fine.
"Otherwise what?" Teacher Wu retorted.
"Oh, Grandpa, do you still have any wine to drink?"
Teacher Wu suddenly lowered her voice:
"Your grandpa asked your dad to go to town to buy him some wine this morning, but your dad refused and tried to persuade him to quit drinking. The two of them even had a fight. In my opinion, at this age, one should eat whatever one wants. The most important thing is one's mindset. Besides, your grandpa drinks in moderation."
"Okay, I'll hang up first."
After hanging up the phone, Yu Huan promptly and deftly opened the car door.
After getting off the bus, I glanced around casually and made eye contact with a young man with a buzz cut across the wide street.
He recognized the man; he was a classmate from junior high school and the local bully in his grade.
Although Yu Huan was honest and taciturn at the time, and his height was the result of his long-term efforts, he was not someone to be trifled with.
To others, the teachers at school are truly teachers, but to him, they are like aunts, uncles, and elders.
As the children of faculty and staff, aside from other privileges, students have to bring their own water from home, and some rougher male students even drink tap water directly, but he can go to the office to drink bottled mineral water. That's the difference.
Xiao Bawang had just come out of the noodle shop across the street, holding a tissue in his hand, wiping the grease stains left on the corner of his mouth.
His attire had a distinctly gangster-like feel: loafers, skinny jeans, a denim jacket, and a thick gold chain around his neck.
Yu Huan seriously suspected that perhaps it was possible to float while taking a bath.
They often bumped into each other in town, so they exchanged a smile as a greeting.
Yu Huan looked away and closed the car door gently.
This action immediately caught the attention of the little tyrant.
"Yu Huan!" He strode across the street, walked to the front of the car, looked it over, and exclaimed, "You've become more handsome, and you're driving a BMW now. You're doing quite well these days!"
Yu Huan smiled slightly, naturally not being too modest or exaggerating, and not saying anything irrelevant.
He replied politely, "It's alright, it's just the third series."
"A BMW 3 Series costs hundreds of thousands!" Little Tyrant clicked his tongue in amazement.
He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, offered one to Yu Huan, and asked, "Yu Huan, what are you doing right now?"
"I work at the Jiangnan Morning Post." Yu Huan raised her hand, waved it left and right, and politely declined: "Thank you, but I don't smoke."
The little tyrant then lit one for himself and casually straightened his collar to make the gold chain underneath stand out more clearly.
He asked with a questioning look, "Working at a newspaper? Then your car must be on installment, right?"
Yu Huan replied calmly, "I don't have any loans."
"Oh." He said casually as he puffed out a cloud of smoke, "I've recently leased a small sand quarry, and the net profit for the year is only about 800,000 to 900,000."
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan wore a formulaic smile and, of course, did not believe his boasting.
Years later, this guy's fate was to be arrested for online gambling, imprisoned, and forced to make lighters and umbrellas. Right now, he's just a henchman working the night shift on the battlefield.
"Not bad, you're making almost a million a year now." The foresight brought by his rebirth made Yu Huan too lazy to chat with his old classmate who was involved in organized crime: "Oh, I need to buy a bag of rice. We need it for cooking at home. Let's chat again next time."
"Let's talk next time." Little Tyrant waved his hand.
"Ah."
Yu Huan nodded, then turned around and quickly stepped up the three steps, entering the supermarket.
Little Tyrant watched Yu Huan's retreating figure, took a long drag on his cigarette, the butt glowing brightly.
He muttered to himself with a hint of doubt, "Are newspapers that profitable?"
He clearly didn't understand the concept of a provincial newspaper, nor did he know what it meant to be "within the system." In his mind, being able to contract a sand pit was already considered very impressive.
This one, "He Tianxia," costs a full five yuan.
He smirked, held his cigarette high so people could see what brand it was, and strode away with an air of nonchalance.
This supermarket opened last year, and as the largest shopping mall in Huachun Town, it is naturally quite large.
The shelves were piled high with a dazzling array of snacks, groceries, beverages, and grains and oils.
Yu Huan had a clear purpose for his trip, and he headed straight for the grain and oil section.
One bag of daylily paste weighs 25 kilograms.
Yu Huan explained the situation to a burly, middle-aged female employee, saying that she had just been discharged from the hospital not long ago.
I had planned to help her carry the flowers onto the car, one on each side, but unexpectedly, under Yu Huan's repeated "Auntie" offensive, the auntie became so happy that she actually put the yellow flowers on her shoulder.
With brisk steps, he steadily put him into the trunk.
Yu Huan stood weakly to the side, holding a cloth mop in her hand.
This woman, could she really kill someone with one punch?
Yu Huan placed the mop on the back seat, bowed slightly, thanked the aunt, and then got into the car.
However, instead of rushing back, they drove a few hundred meters to a familiar winery that the father and son used to frequent.
Grandpa Yu always comes here to buy wine, and he follows him around, looking for opportunities to spend the old man's retirement money.
The winery is located in a two-story old-fashioned self-built house. In the main room, there are many large ceramic jars on the left and right, with a narrow passageway in the middle for people to walk through.
Yu Huan parked his car on the side of the road and walked towards the winery. As soon as he reached the entrance, he was immediately surrounded by a rich aroma of wine.
The old man selling liquor sat at the door, wearing reading glasses, looking down at a thick online novel.
Millions of words printed into one book, a pirated product from a small workshop, the font isn't even very clear, you could use it as toilet paper after reading it.
The old man was so engrossed in watching that he didn't even notice Yu Huan approaching.
Yu Huan glanced at it briefly and noticed that the relevant elements included a female teacher and contact lenses, the kind that could see through objects and focus.
It's worth mentioning the wild growth of online literature in recent years, especially on smaller websites, where the content was incredibly explicit. He, a young man, wouldn't dare to even glance at such books without a couple of bottles of energy drinks on hand.
This shows the old man's composure after years of trials.
"Uncle Chen," Yu Huan called softly, then explained his purpose: "I've come to buy wine for my husband."
Mr. Chen, whose reading had been interrupted, raised his head slightly, adjusted his reading glasses, and peered at Yu Huan through the lenses.
"Oh, Xiao Yu, still at 52 Degrees Pure Valley Bar?" Grandpa Chen smiled warmly, recognizing his old customer's grandson, whom he had watched grow up.
"Yes." Yu Huan nodded.
Grandpa Chen slowly stood up, folded a page from the thick novel in his hand as a mark, and then gently placed it on the chair.
He hunched over and strode into the main room, with Yu Huan following closely behind him.
"Is your grandfather alright?" Grandpa Chen asked as he walked.
"He's fine, don't worry," Yu Huan replied with a smile. "He's in good health; he can drink the wine in your house for at least another ten years."
Yu Huan thought to himself: But the wine you scooped out, he can only drink for four years.
As far as we know, six years later, it was Mr. Chen's second son who took over the paperwork.
Hearing Yu Huan's words, Grandpa Chen paused for a moment, his hand still holding the wine grape. He chuckled and teased, "As long as he's healthy, you'd better take good care of him. Your grandfather is truly a treasure in the family! Every year he lives is an extra income for his descendants."
Yu Huan smiled calmly.
As a middle school principal, Mr. Yu holds the title of senior teacher and his current pension is approximately three times his salary.
A few moments.
Grandpa Chen skillfully finished pouring the wine.
Yu Huan took out his wallet from his pocket, counted out two red bills, and handed them to him.
52-degree pure grain liquor, buy 10 jin and get 3 jin free.
After taking the money, Grandpa Chen didn't even look at it before putting it in his pocket. He then picked up two plastic wine jugs, one large and one small, and handed them to him.
Yu Huan bent down slightly to take the wine jug, thanked Grandpa Chen, and got into the car.
He leaned over and placed two jugs of wine on the passenger seat, then started the engine, stepped on the gas, and drove home.
During this period, even though he was still quite healthy and strong, Old Master Yu missed them terribly.
(End of this chapter)