Chapter 7: The Embrace of Taihe River

Jiang Yuan changed into casual clothes, rode an electric bike, and drove home slowly. Google search reading

The advantage of working in my hometown is that it is close to home. Even if you live outside the city, you can get there in a short time by riding an electric bike. You can also enjoy the scenery and the riverside scenery without traffic jams.

As far as the urban landscape is concerned, Ningtai County has done a good job. Especially the Taihe line, which has been designed, built and maintained with great effort. This can be seen from a data. In just half a month since Jiang Yuan joined the job, the relevant departments have punished five couples who had sex in cars on the Taihe line. They all came from other places for the scenery. Locals know that they go to Si Ning Mountain for sex in cars. The scenery is equally beautiful and spectacular, the terrain is more complex, the flow of people is smaller, and almost no one cares.

Jiangjia Village is located at the foot of Si Ning Mountain, embraced by Taihe. It was once famous for its dense paddy fields, but now it is famous for the demolition of scenic spots.

Jiang Yuan's land was also completely occupied, and the newly allocated houses were scattered in several communities inside and outside the city. Jiang's father himself lived in Jiangcun Community, which was the closest to the original site of Jiangjia Village. This community was also the place where the Jiang family lived the most. The upstairs and downstairs were all villagers. Except that everyone did not have to go to the fields to work, their daily life was no different from that in the village.

Comrade Jiang Fuzhen built a large stove in his kitchen. In addition to a slight modification of the chimney and the installation of a high-suction range hood, the fuel used was firewood and coal. The cast iron pot in the middle was the diameter of a sheep and the depth of a goose. It was very powerful... and also quite delicious.

When Jiang Yuan entered the Jiangcun community, he began to nod to the people on both sides. He parked the car downstairs and returned to the elevator. He saw that someone was waiting there.

"Aunt Hua." Jiang Yuan greeted. Middle-aged women with the same surname in the same village but not within the five mourning periods are uniformly called aunt or aunt with proper nouns.

Aunt Hua smiled, and then asked impatiently: "Your Seventeenth Uncle was stabbed to death by your Seventeenth Aunt?"

Jiang Yuan was stunned and said: "The case is still under investigation, I can't say."

"Is it true?" Aunt Hua clenched her fists, and her toes were ready to spread the news.

Jiang Yuan couldn't help but recall the bombardment of information he received every year when he went home for vacation. Knowing that he couldn't give any hints, he immediately said patiently: "The case is still under investigation. I can't tell you the specific situation, and I can't tell you whether the information you got is true or false..."

"Is it false?" Aunt Hua was obviously not ready to give up.

Sneer.

The elevator door opened.

Jiang Yuan took the opportunity to get out of the elevator and opened his own door again-the villagers in Jiangcun community are used to not locking their doors during the day. In this way, they can save the trouble of knocking on the door when visiting each other, and just shout when entering the door.

Jiang Yuan also shouted when he got home: "Dad, I'm back."

This apartment was built by connecting four apartments on the entire floor. Comrade Jiang Fuzhen's favorite traditional wood stove is in the kitchen on the east side. If someone is inside, it must be loud to be heard.

"I heard it." Dad Jiang Fuzhen grabbed a towel, wiped his hands and came out, shouting from a distance: "His aunt, come over."

"I met Yuanwa on the way." Aunt Hua followed Jiang Yuan, greeted him familiarly, and sat down on the sofa.

The whole family of Uncle Seventeen was wiped out. This level of gossip is not comparable to the news that the daughter-in-law of the old Han family cheated on her husband, and the son of the old six family was caught for prostitution. Aunt Hua even had a sense of mission at this time, a sense of mission to make sure that the villagers of Jiang Village get accurate information.

"Drink some tea and eat some melon seeds. There is nothing prepared at home..." Mayor Jiang Fuzhen was quite wealthy and spoke in a lukewarm manner.

Aunt Hua waved her hand indifferently, looked at Jiang Yuan, and continued: "I heard from them that your uncle's shop is closed, and someone went to your uncle's house to search. Your aunt's phone is also unreachable. I left a message on my friend circle, but she didn't reply. Tell me, what did they do?"

"I can't explain it." What can Jiang Yuan say? The information provided in the other person's question is more than he knows. At this time, what else can he say except to respond calmly.

Creak.

Someone else opened the door and came in directly.

"Uncle. Brother. Aunt. What are you talking about? Is it about Uncle Seventeen?" This time, it was Jiang Yuan's peer, Jiang Yongxin, who opened a car wash shop downstairs.

Aunt Hua glanced at Jiang Yuan, winked mysteriously, and smiled: "Chatting nonsense."

Jiang Yongxin chuckled twice, looked at Jiang Yuan, and said: "Brother, talk about Uncle Seventeen."

"Can't talk..." Jiang Yuan repeated what he had just said to Aunt Hua to Jiang Yongxin.

Jiang Yongxin listened carefully, and then said with great interest: "That is to say, you really know the situation, but you can't say it?"

Jiang Yuan was helpless, this was just a waste of time.

He simply stood up and waved his hand: "I'll go to the kitchen to help."

Dad Jiang Fuzhen followed happily, and said to the two people behind: "Eat and drink by yourself."

Aunt Hua and Jiang Yongxin didn't care, and soon they had a heated discussion together. Before Jiang Yuan entered the kitchen, he heard the door creak again, and a strange yet familiar greeting came: "Fuzhen is at home? I'll take a walk."

Jiang Yuan and his son pretended not to hear it and went into the kitchen silently.

Sure enough, there was only a more heated discussion in the living room.

In the big firewood pot in the kitchen, beef was boiling, and there was a little bit of yellow beef fat, which was trembling slightly under the effect of boiling water.

"Are you hungry? Cut some for you to eat?" Jiang Fuzhen looked at his son.

Jiang Yuan touched his stomach and nodded. Today's autopsy was quite comprehensive, and the workload was naturally huge. The single serving of egg fried rice eaten in the funeral home was less oil and less egg, which was really not up to the task.

Jiang Fuzhen laughed twice, took a knife from the stove, and took a pair of chopsticks, poked into the pot, and fished out a piece of softer beef, then slowly cut it off with the knife and handed it to Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan had already brought the plate, and he blew it while eating.

His mother died early, and his father took care of him since he was a child. All kinds of stewed meat were his favorite, and they were also the best dishes made by Comrade Jiang Fuzhen at that time.

However, unlike many parents, Jiang Fuzhen had plenty of time to study cooking because he became financially free early due to demolition. His skills have been constantly improving over the years, and he has become a gourmet among the Ningtai demolition clan.

Today's beef was cooked quite well, with a light and non-greasy taste. A simple salt addition satisfied the needs of both the taste buds and the stomach.

"Are you tired?" Jiang Fuzhen opened a can of beer, handed it to Jiang Yuan, and opened another for himself, and drank it.

Jiang Yuan shook his head: "Not really, there are many people who are more tired than me."

Jiang Fuzhen smiled: "There are not many people in the country who are more idle than me. Sometimes I feel very tired... Anyway, you can see for yourself. If you really don't want to do it, just buy a sports car and drive it, get married like other young people in the village, and live a lazy life."

"I'll think about it." Jiang Yuan knew that his father was talking nonsense. Compared with him, Comrade Jiang Fuzhen cared more about having a regular job. If he really wanted him to agree to resign, he would have to at least exchange his two grandsons.

"Fuzhen! Fuzhen!" Someone outside shouted again: "Your third uncle is here."

"Eat your own meat. It's so lively today, as if your seventeenth uncle died in our house." Jiang Fuzhen wiped his hands with his pants, said something to Jiang Yuan, and went back to the living room to greet the guests.

After a while, the number of guests who came to visit increased, reaching the point of being bustling.

Jiang Yuan sighed, went out the back door, and took the fire elevator to the top floor. The house on the top floor was renovated by his father according to his opinion, and was called a "wedding room", but it is still a single dormitory. It is suitable for Jiang Yuan to hide away and practice his new skills and read novels.