Chapter 1483: Thoughts
By the time Jing Chu and the others arrived home, it was already April in the solar calendar. Han Xiangjun gave Yang Jiu Long two bottles of good wine, the first year brewed by Lv Beiguang. It’s considered aged wine now.
"He Run, this is a letter for you from Yu Jie."
Yang Run Tai knew it was a photo his mom wanted and smiled as he set it aside.
"Junzi, when is your son coming back?"
"He doesn’t want to come back, so let him stay there for a few more years." Han Xiangjun had really asked his son about this, and Zhibin wanted to stay with Shi Jing and the others.
He already knew from Xiao Wei that the educated youth would probably be able to return to the city in ’77 or ’78. So he wasn’t in a hurry.
"Are you just gonna drift like this?"
"Isn’t it quite good like this? Uncle Yang, I’m heading back, I have a lot to do."
"You... There’s no one at home to manage you now, and you just won’t go back even once?"
"My parents have passed away. The family has split up. It’s no longer my home, so what’s the point of going back?"
Han Xiangjun got up while speaking, smiled, and left.
After sending him out, Yang Run Tai returned and picked up the envelope.
He opened it and chuckled. Almost all the photos had little girls in them.
Yang Jiu Long looked at his grandson’s smiling face, curious, and grabbed one. "Oh wow, the little girl next to Yu Jie is really cute. He Run, isn’t she the girl from the Wei Family?"
"Yes."
"I saw her a few years ago. She’s grown a lot, even prettier. She must look even better in person. I wonder when she’ll come back?"
"It should be soon. With universities resuming admissions, they’ll definitely come back."
"The little girl can get into university?"
"She should be the top student."
Yang Jiu Long found it amusing as he watched his grandson intently look at the photos. This boy paid way too much attention to that little girl. Every year there were gifts, and he would write letters. That really was quite unusual.
"He Run, do you want this little wife?"
"Grandpa, she might not even be interested in me."
"My grandson not good enough for her?"
There was no rebuttal. Was there really such a possibility? At seventeen, He Run was already drawn to this little girl.
"He Run, isn’t the little girl a bit too young?"
"Grandpa, you’re overthinking it." He directly slipped the photo into his jacket pocket.
𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
"I’ll be home for dinner tonight. My mom misses Yu Jie and Zhenyu."
"Look at Zhenyu’s unwilling face. When he comes back, we’ll straighten him out."
In the evening, Wu Fengying saw the photos. "Feifei is stunning. Standing next to Yu Jie, the two of them are just foils."
Yang Run Tai had already put away the two photos he liked, so he ignored his mom’s fussing.
"He Run, when will Feifei come to the Capital next time?"
"I don’t know, she probably won’t come back for a few years."
"Ugh, I wonder how beautiful that little girl will be in a few years?"
Yang Chenggong also took a look and agreed with his wife’s comment. But he suddenly thought of his son’s situation, "He Run, are you really going to work?"
"Yes. I can come back next year." Going out was just to build up experience. There’s no way the Yang Family would fall now.
The couple knew this child had always been opinionated, so they just asked. He always made his own decisions; no one else could change much.
Lv Beiguang and his five family members also returned to Li Family Village. In just half a year, the couple brewed nearly 1,000 kilograms of wine. The people Han Xiangjun sent directly bought houses with cellars to store all of it.
Yiqing and Ruoyan clung to Li Xue, always talking about this sister-in-law when at home.
They were having dinner at the Wei Family. "Xiao Wei, one day, this distillery has to go south. In a few years, we need to compare; the wine over there will definitely be much better than here."
"Alright, when the time comes, we’ll start a distillery over there. Look for people from there to ask about the best water quality, and we’ll build our distillery there.
Oh, the two recipes Feifei gave us should be ready to drink. Should we try them?"
"Sure. I’ve already brewed those two kinds of wine in the south. I think they’re better than the Yang Family recipes."
Guodong became the errand boy. He went to the distillery and brought back a urn of wine. Aside from Wei Kaiyun, each man got a bowl.
Shang Zhenkun took a sip, "Beiguang, have a taste? This wine is good; it has the aftertaste of southern wine."
Lv Beiguang also took a sip, "Indeed, it’s really good. Haha, we now have five old recipes in our hands; we’ll surely succeed in the future.
Xiao Wei, give Feifei ten percent of the profits from this wine, just like we did for Xiuxiu."
Old Yang nodded, agreeing that even with family, it’s better to keep business separate.
Wei Kaiyun had no objections; this way, it would be easier to talk in the future.
The women were having dinner in the room. "Xiuxiu, why is Yixin so well-behaved?"
"Hehe, it’s because we just leave him. His dad and I are always busy brewing. We just put him in a stroller; he’s seldom cried since he was little."
"That’s great, just as well-behaved as a little girl."
"Xinyu, I brought you some local specialties from there. Try it and see if you like the taste."
"Thank you, even with three kids, you brought stuff back?"
"We didn’t bring much. Just wanted everyone to have a taste.
By the way, isn’t Jing Chu due soon?"
"Early May, yes, there’s Chaoyang."
"I’ll be there to help with the postpartum."
"No need, Chaoyang doesn’t need anyone. He said he’d handle it himself. Besides, Old Han will definitely find someone, don’t worry.
You have three, too. How could you possibly go help with postpartum care?"
Zhao Xiaoli leaned over to Yang Xiuqin, "Are you going to have more kids?"
Yang Xiuqin blushed, "Not planning on it." Already having three kids was quite enough.
"I want more, but Old Yang says two are enough." Zhao Xiaoli seemed somewhat deflated.
Jiang Xinyu just listened with a smile on the side. Regardless of others, they didn’t plan on having more.
Looking at a table surrounded by children, the three women all thought the same; indeed, there were quite a few children.
This year, Zhao Xiaoli also started teaching. Jiang Xinyu intentionally aligned with the school system so that when the time came for them to leave, the kids could adapt to school life. So Zhao Xiaoli became a first-grade teacher.
Liu Tongtong teaches second grade. Tao Yanzhen teaches third grade. A female educated youth from the south teaches fourth grade. Wang Menglin is responsible for fifth grade.
At home, professors now teach the kids. Jiang Xinyu also handles their foreign language education.
The school is becoming more formal, and Li Yungui isn’t stingy with funding. They’re even using brick and tile houses, there’s also a sports field with equipment, and this year they’ve applied to the city to form an officially established school.
The Red Education Class is also held in the courtyard here. The village has two girls, plus Zheng Mingzhu making three.
"Xiuxiu, will Brother Yiqing and Yan go to the Red Education Class?" Zhao Xiaoli asked.