SFS Chapter 165: Mountain Eagle: Fledgling Complex (8)
Chapter 165: Mountain Eagle: Fledgling Complex (8)
Lao Deng can't fly anymore.
Because the harassing calls did not continue to come.
【Ah——】
The words of a mountain eagle whose fur has not yet fully grown carry no weight, huh!
Next, the family of three began to pee when getting off the bus and sleep when getting back on.
Except for the driver, of course.
There are many service stations along the way, where you can refuel and add water.
The navigation showed that the remaining section was estimated to take fifteen hours, but they had to stop and go, and sometimes rest at service stations for two or three hours, so the timeline was a bit long.
The secret of Song Zijin's inability to gain weight despite eating a lot is that he is a straightforward person and cannot keep food in his stomach. After eating a lot, he cannot sit still and always goes to the toilet for no reason.
Lin Xiaorou was leaning on the bedside reading a book, jokingly calling him a manure-making machine...
The water used in the car is limited. When it is almost empty, it needs to be refilled, and when it is almost full, it needs to be poured out.
So the couple handed the gray water tank of the RV over to this bad boy to deal with. Anyway, he could drag it back and forth, so besides being disgusting, it was not difficult at all.
It was still early for the Chinese New Year and the winter vacation had just begun, so there were not many cars at the service station, but his was the only RV.
There are always people who are curious and interested in RVs and come to visit, and they ask about the price and maintenance loss of RVs.
As for the price, it is naturally not cheap. If you know the brand and model of the car, you can check it on the APP.
Song Qian didn't want to show off his wealth intentionally, so he said vaguely, "Dozens of dabulu."
Lin Xiaorou unfolded the outdoor gas stove and lit it to cook dumplings. Song Zijin felt that the food in his mouth had no taste and insisted on eating hotpot.
When she thought about it, she found that there were indeed quite a few meatballs and meat rolls in the refrigerator, so she simply threw in half a block of hot pot base and made a stew. There were vegetables, meat and staple foods, and the food was delicious. The fragrance wafted from far away, attracting everyone's envious gazes.
The grilled sausages and instant noodles from the service station cost ten yuan per person, and they are still not full. Look at them, that’s how they live…
We walked and stopped, stopped and walked, passed Zhijiang, and turned onto the Shanghai-Kunming Expressway.
The next afternoon, at around 3:30, we finally arrived at our destination, Mile City.
The heater in the car was turned off when we left Guizhou. As soon as we entered Yunnan, we had the illusion of an instant change of seasons, from a bitter cold winter to warm spring.
Song Qian remembered the address, and did not stay in Mile City, but went directly to Liu's house, a village called Pian Kele -
That was the hometown of his former comrade-in-arms Liu Quanzhi. The last time he came here was last summer.
It has been ten years since Liu Quanzhi died. He has never been married, but his parents are still alive.
Uncle Liu had also been a paratrooper when he was young, and he was proud of it all his life. He would talk about his glorious past with everyone he met.
Nowadays, only his wife is willing to listen to his incoherent mumbling. The younger generation in the village have all gone out to work and earn money, and the old people left behind have already grown calluses in their ears from hearing it all.
The little kid couldn't understand and couldn't sit still. Unless he was given a few candies, he would just behave himself in front of him for a minute or two out of respect. The candies would move left and right in his mouth, and when he got impatient he would crunch them into pieces, and then run away immediately after eating.
The appearance of Song Zijin was a huge surprise for Uncle Liu.
He even ignored the tall and strong Song Qian, and the old couple held the child and admired him non-stop.
All the candies and melon seeds in the house were taken out and piled in front of him.
[Child, take whatever you want to eat, you’re welcome! ]
Lin Xiaorou heard Song Qian talk about the situation of the two elders of the Liu family. Liu Quanzhi had a girlfriend online. They met several times during vacations, but they hadn't waited until they talked about marriage. Unfortunately, she was hit by a stray bullet while on a mission...
Everyone in the same dormitory knew that his brother was obsessed with getting married and having a baby to take care of his parents.
No one expected that a stray bullet would pierce his chest, and the family photo in his inner pocket was soaked in blood.
Lin Xiaorou's eyes were sore and she choked a little.
Originally, she wanted to ask her son, who had suddenly become shy, to call them grandpa and grandma, for fear that his voice would sound strange and make the two elderly people feel uncomfortable.
Song Qian patted his wife's shoulder and nodded, motioning her to help move things down from the car.
Whenever he came, there were always bags piled up like a mountain. The old couple kept refusing to accept them. When he moved them downstairs, Uncle Liu would move them back into the car.
The old man, who was used to being hardworking and simple, always cried out that he couldn't stand it.
[It's OK if you come here, don't bring so many things, the national policy is good, we are well fed and clothed, don't waste your money! ]
Song Qian ignored it and would never take away the things he brought with him.
[Wife, while they are not paying attention, put all the food and drinks in the kitchen. There are two sets of cabinets behind the door. Put the rice, flour, grain and oil in the cabinets. The sausages and bacon are a bit heavy, I will carry them! ]
Lin Xiaorou is not tall, but she is very strong. She can stack five bags of 10-jin rice on her shoulders and walk without even taking a breath.
The weather in Yunnan is relatively humid. Once the rice bag is opened, it is easy for it to grow insects and mold over time. Therefore, Song Qian buys sealed small bags for family use, which are easy to store.
Uncle Liu saw this and was about to stand up, but the cute Song Zijin grabbed the hem of his clothes and he immediately sat back down. If he wasn't afraid of scaring the child, he would have wanted to hug her and kiss her.
Not to mention the look on his wife's face as if she wanted to give her heart out.
Uncle Liu regretted for the umpteenth time that he had responded to the call and had only one child. The pain of seeing an old person burying a young one is too heartbreaking.
[Grandma, what kind of tree is that? It still has fruits in the middle of winter!]
Song Zijin's cheeks were bulging, and he was holding two candies peeled by the two elders, and his speech was slurred.
Wang Shufen was stunned and didn't realize who her grandmother was calling.
Song Qian passed by and explained. [Auntie Wang, Zijin speaks Changsha dialect, and 娭毑 means grandma!]
[Oh~haha, I was wondering why this kid called me sister. My hair is all white now, so he should call me grandma!]
Song Zijin stuck out his tongue. His language system had not yet switched to Mandarin mode. He vaguely thought he was at his grandparents' house, and he called her "grandma" without thinking.
[Child, that tree you are talking about is passion fruit. It was planted by your Grandpa Liu a few years ago. The fruit is quite sour. If you want to eat it, ask your dad to pick a few. Grandma Wang’s teeth are not good and she can’t eat the sour ones. The fruit is hanging on the tree and is not picked even when it is ripe. We don’t know if it is rotten or not…]
[Well, there's no need for Xiao Song. Look at your Grandpa Liu. I'll pick as many as you want to eat!]
The wrinkles on Uncle Liu's face were all smiling, and he suddenly stood up to get the ladder.
Well, he is 1.72 meters tall, which is considered average height in the south. He can't pick the fruit from that tree just by standing on tiptoe.
[Hey hey hey! Uncle, let me do it, don't spoil the child so much, passion fruit is also sold in our supermarket, ask him, when has he ever eaten a whole one after buying it home?! He even adds two spoons of sugar when making fruit tea! ]
As Song Qian spoke, he stretched out his hand and picked up seven or eight purple-skinned fruits. Hey, they smelled better than those wilted black-skinned passion fruits in the supermarket.