"Uncle Song, is there any news about Xiaoping's work?"

After dinner, Song's mother and Song Yunping took over the task of cleaning up the mess, while Wang Zhong and Song's father made a pot of tea and sat by the stove to chat.

Song's father sighed after hearing this, shook his head and said, "Hey! I went to ask about the medicinal materials station, and Xiaoping's mother also went to the health center, and there are no suitable positions."

After all, it is still due to the composition of the Song family. Otherwise, with Song Yunping's high school education, although it is a bit difficult to find work, it can still be arranged.

"Nowadays, many educated youth who went to the countryside have returned to the city, and there are only so many jobs. It's really hard to find them!" Wang Zhong said.

Song's father looked at Wang Zhong with twinkling eyes. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Xiao Wang, do you really want to marry Xiaoping?"

Wang Zhongdao: "Uncle Song, we have known each other for several years. Do you think I am the kind of person who makes fun of this kind of thing?"

Father Song still had worries in his heart and asked tangledly: "Are you really not planning to go back to the city?"

Wang Zhongdao: "I am the only one left in my family. It doesn't matter whether I go back or not. Besides, after staying here for so many years, I am used to it. If I really want to go back, I may not be able to get used to it.

"

Seeing Wang Zhong's calm gaze, Father Song felt confident.

After sitting and chatting for a while, Father Song took his wife and daughter back to his home.

As the night got darker, the originally noisy village gradually became quieter. The bright moon hung high in the sky, and the bright and soft moonlight shrouded the entire village of Shanbei Brigade like silk.

Under the moonlight, in Wang Zhong's house at the end of the village, on the wooden bed in the west room, Wang Zhong sat cross-legged with his upper body naked, his hands pinched and placed on his knees, with his five hearts facing the sky, his eyes closed and meditating, his flat belly was slightly bulging, and his whole body was red, as if

A cooked prawn with white mist rising from its head.

On the red skin, there are protruding meridians and blood vessels like earthworms, and the muscles all over the body are not as sharp as the water chestnuts trained in the gym, but they are very well-proportioned and reveal a full sense of strength.

To this day, even though Wang Zhong has mastered the unknown qi-training method he learned from Brother Hao to the seventh level, and he can do it while walking, sitting or lying down, but as long as he has nothing to do, sitting and practicing qi every night has become Wang Zhong's secret.

Habit.

As Qi training became more profound, Wang Zhongcai felt more and more the benefits of meditation. In addition to accumulating true energy, it can also nourish the spirit. This is why Wang Zhong insists on meditating every day.

Moreover, in the state of meditation, the accumulation of true energy in the body is much faster than the normal spontaneous movement of true energy.

Over time, dripping water penetrates rocks, sand accumulates to form mountains, and rivers gather to form the sea.

Early the next morning, before dawn, the rooster was the first to crow, and Wang Zhong opened his eyes. It was pitch dark outside, and the bright moon did not know where to hide.

Wang Zhong practiced boxing and kicking in the house to stretch his muscles and bones.

Not long after, there was movement from the old Song family in front, and after a while, smoke rose from the chimney.

As the morning light broke and the sky became brighter, Song Yunping, wearing an old cotton-padded jacket, came to the door of Wang Zhong's house.

"Brother Wang Zhong, are you up?" Both the courtyard door and the house door of Wang Zhong's house were closed, but Song Yunping knew this and Wang Zhong was sure. This time, he was exercising in the house, but out of politeness, he still didn't go in by himself, but stood there.

He shouted from outside the fence.

"Get up! What's the matter?"

"Breakfast is ready at home. My dad asked me to call you to eat together at home."

Wang Chong replied: "Okay, I'll just wash my face and come!"

Wang Zhong did not greet Song Yunping politely. He simply wiped his face, put on his coat, and went out to Song Yunping's house.

Breakfast in rural areas is not so particular, but for the Chinese New Year, the Song family still steamed dry rice and cooked a meal of radish stew. Looking at this situation, there was more meat in the pot than last night, so they must have prepared it in advance.

A whole year's worth of meat was stewed.

Although the Song family's status is not good, thanks to Song's father's status as a doctor, they often go to the mountains to collect herbs and sell them to medicinal materials stations, and Song Yunping and Song's mother earn work points in the brigade, so the Song family's family background is not bad.

, it was even considered good in the village. After all, the villagers had headaches and fever. Before Wang Zhong came, he was still looking for Song’s father, a local doctor.

Although now that Wang Zhong is here, fewer people come to see Father Song for medical treatment, but the medicinal materials station has always accepted the medicinal materials sent by Father Song. Wang Zhong basically does not go to the areas where Father Song often goes to collect medicines, but goes to

Deeper into the inaccessible mountains and old forests, he often led Father Song to areas that Father Song had rarely set foot on by himself in the past.

"Uncle Song, you've spent a lot of money!" Smelling the rich aroma of meat, Wang Chong smiled and joked with Old Song.

A rare smile appeared on Lao Song's face: "I can't compare to you."

The New Year's Eve dinner last night was just before the liberation, when Father Song was treating those wealthy landlords in their homes, Father Song had only seen it in their homes. Ordinary people's homes were not that luxurious.

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "This meat is really delicious, Aunt Song's cooking is getting better and better."

Song's mother also walked out of the kitchen, holding a bowl of rice in her hand. She also smiled and said, "It's not because you taught me well."

Song Mu's method of stewing meat was given to her by Wang Zhonggang when he came to Shanbei Brigade for the second year.

"Xiao Wang, two cups?" Lao Song took out a jar that looked quite old from the house.

"Medicinal wine?" Wang Zhong asked.

Lao Song said: "The wine I brewed the year before last was made with authentic sorghum wine."

"Then I'll make two cups with Uncle Song?" Wang Zhong's eyes lit up when he heard this, he rubbed his hands and stared at the wine jar in Old Song's hand.

Next to her, Song Yunping also helped the two of them get the cups with a smile on their face. When she placed the cups in front of them, she did not forget to say: "It's so early in the morning, don't drink too much!"

"I know it well." As he spoke, Song's father opened the jar and filled it with wine.

Wang Zhong took the wine glass and sniffed it gently, then looked at Old Song with a smile and said: "Uncle Song, you are not a small Tianlong!"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Old Song immediately gave Wang Zhong a thumbs up and said: "Awesome, you can even smell it!"

"A little trick! A little trick!" Wang Zhong held the cup with both hands: "Come on, Uncle Song, let's take a sip first."

Old Song was not polite, picked up the wine glass and started drinking with Wang Zhong.

If it were any other kind of wine, Wang Zhong would definitely not drink it with Lao Song, but the specially prepared medicinal wine was different. Lao Song's body had not fully recovered yet, and he was already a little weak. Now it was the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the weather was freezing.

Drinking two cups to warm up your body and replenish your energy will only do you good, not bad.

After a while, two glasses of wine were in his stomach. Before Song's father could look for it again, Song Yunping had already put away the medicinal wine on the table.

After breakfast, Song's father rested at home, and Wang Zhong followed Song Yunping and went out for a walk to eat.

On the first day of the new year, the children in the village were having fun all over the mountains and plains, and the men and women gathered somewhere, warming themselves by the fire and chatting about the year's harvest. The head of the Dong family and the short family members of the Li family gossiped.

The two of them walked up the winding mountain road behind the village to the top of the mountain. Standing on the platform at the top of the mountain, they looked at the village below the mountain and the mountains in the distance.

Looking at Wang Zhong next to him, Song Yunping suddenly asked: "Brother Wang Zhong, you said you wanted to marry me last time, is it true?"

"Of course it's true!" Wang Zhong replied.

"Are you really not planning to return to the city?" Song Yunping asked again.

"Then it depends on whether you agree to marry me." Wang Zhong said: "If you agree, then your parents will be my parents from now on. After Xiaohui graduates from university, he may not be able to be assigned back. Uncle Song and Aunt Song are not the same age.

They are not young anymore, and there must be someone around to take care of them. From now on, I will work with you, treat them as my own parents, respect them, and provide for them until they die."

Song Yunping was a little moved by what Wang Zhong said. As the eldest daughter in the family, Song Yunping was already precocious. What's more, she was already in her early twenties. Although she still had dreams in her heart, she was no longer that ignorant girl who could abandon everything for her dreams.

Already.

"But what if I don't agree!" Song Yunping still looked at Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong chuckled and said: "If you don't agree, just agree. I will still stay in Hongwei Town, but our two families will have to live apart from now on."

Listening to Wang Zhong's realistic words, Song Yunping didn't feel anything was wrong. She just turned her head and looked into the distance and said lightly: "Xiaohui wrote back and said that the policy above has changed again. Next summer, I will still have the exam."

College opportunities.”

After saying that, he changed his tone and asked again: "What if I still want to go to college?"

Wang Zhong did not answer Song Yunping's question directly, but turned to look at Song Yunping and asked: "Fish is what I want, and bear's paw is what I want too! You can't have both, you'd give up fish and take bear's paw!"

"For you, is it a bear's paw to go to college, or is it a bear's paw to have elderly parents?"

"I..." Song Yunping was stunned by Wang Zhong's question. For a moment, she didn't know how to answer.

Wang Zhong said frankly: "What I want is a daughter-in-law who will accompany me, not a new-age woman who will go out to pursue her dreams after getting married and leave all the burdens of the family on me alone."

"In a few days, I will go to Secretary Yang to propose marriage. In the past few days, you can slowly consider whether you want to stay and marry me, or study at home and take the college entrance examination again. It's up to you."

After saying this, Wang Zhong turned and left, leaving Song Yunping alone in the wind.

The north wind howled, and Song Yunping's inner lake was also blown into countless ripples.

On the evening of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Wang Zhong came to Secretary Yang's house carrying several packages of herbs.

"Doctor Wang, what are you doing?" Secretary Yang looked at the packets of herbs Wang Zhong placed on the table and asked in confusion.

"This is medicine for the old man. One dose every seven days. If you take it for another month, it should be almost the same. However, the old man is quite old after all, and his body and bones are not as strong as those of young people. This disease can only be alleviated, but cannot be cured. There will still be recurrences in the future.

possible."

"It's good to be relieved! It's already good!" His family knew about his family affairs and his father-in-law's illness. Secretary Yang also knew it in his heart. He had been to the county hospital several times, but the high cost of treatment was not something that Secretary Yang and his family were aware of.

He could afford it, and as Wang Zhong said, the hospital couldn't guarantee that his father-in-law could completely recover.

"There is one more thing. I need to ask Secretary Yang to help me make another trip." Wang Zhong didn't hide it. After talking about the business, he went straight to the point.

Secretary Yang immediately showed a meaningful smile on his face, looked at Wang Zhong and said: "This is about you and Xiaoping!"

"As expected of Secretary Yang, I can't hide anything from you."

"Xiaoping agreed?" Secretary Yang asked curiously.
To be continued...