"How can you do this? Whoever said he would come to the scene?" Old Mrs. Meng also made a high notes.

Anyway, it’s not the one I’m looking for, so there’s no need to do that. So Ding Chi stopped Mrs. Meng: “Grandma Meng, no need, don’t be hurt by me.”

"No, don't leave, I won't believe it." Old Mrs. Meng was still stubborn, blocking Ding Chi's arm and continuing to walk, "Long Mom, I have lived in a village for so many years, so what's going on? I don't care about others. Anyway, my old lady Meng didn't take the opportunity to treat you mother and mother, and I didn't give you the popularity of the people in your country."

No one answered the conversation in the yard, but the footsteps stopped, obviously listening.

Old Mrs. Meng continued: "When Qiao Laosan died, so many people did not accept you. It was me who had a love affair with my old Qiao, who decided to leave you."

"Meng Po-zi, thank you, I remember this. But I don't sell this insole, it has nothing to do with others." The sound floating in the yard was neither hard nor soft.

Listening to the conversation between the two old ladies, Ding Chi captured several important words: foreigner, Qiao Laosan, who refused to accept it. While he was confused, the flame of hope in his heart stopped and extinguished.

Old Mrs. Meng went directly to the door and said to the crack of the door: "It's not that I want to cut it off, who doesn't have a short horse? After all, you have been with Lao San for more than 20 years. You can't let you two have no place to go, right? You usually know that your insoles are not sold, but this matter is a bit special today, so I let the child come here."

"After a while today, the child was shouting in the village and wanted to buy insoles. At first I didn't know that he was just a businessman, but later I realized that he bought it specifically for his grandmother and was satisfying his grandmother's wishes. He was old and in poor health, so this might be the old man's...ah..."

The gate of the courtyard opened at the right time, and the old lady Shen appeared at the door: "Come in."

"Damn Long, I just said you are a sensible person!" Old Mrs. Meng was very happy.

"It's just you two." Old Mrs. Shen stood at the door and emphasized.

"Who do you think you're interested?" The old ladies who were being treated slowly were talking again.

Old Mrs. Shen smiled bitterly and took Ding Chi into the yard.

"Bang", "Click",

After closing the wooden door and inserting the door bolt, Old Mrs. Shen took a few steps and let Shen and Ding go inside the house.

Ding Chi noticed that although the courtyard gate was not new and the house was very old, the inside and outside were very clean.

When she came to sit in the room, Old Mrs. Shen looked Ding Chi up and down, and then asked again: "What she said is true?"

"Yes, my grandma..." Ding Chi nodded and told the previous lies again. With the previous material at the bottom, this time it was more detailed and vivid.

After hearing this, Old Mrs. Shen murmured: "Oh, I'm also a person who makes insoles, I've been doing it all my life."

"Yes, I'll make insoles all my life, and now I'm just that. Even if my family is not rich, I must try to satisfy this wish. Not only did I come out, my brother and brother-in-law also bought them elsewhere." Ding Chi paused for a moment and said, "I heard from Grandma Meng that the insoles you made are very good. I'm taking the liberty... Since you are inconvenient, I can't..."

Old Mrs. Shen answered: "It's not that I'm old-fashioned, but I'm mainly keeping it for Xiaolong. I'm so old and I'm not in good health. If one day... he can also have insoles, the child will only use the insoles I made."

"I'm sorry, my parents in the world, Xiaolong is your son?" Ding Chi asked at the right time.

"One seedling is the only one who has lost his father when he was young. That's so hard..." Old Mrs. Shen's voice suddenly became a little hoarse, and she took a while before she said again, "It's rare that you have this filial piety at a young age, you can wait."

Speaking of this, Old Mrs. Shen went down from the edge of the kang to the ground, left the east house, and ran to the west house.

Connecting these fragmented information, Ding Chi's heart was filled with a lot of hope, and his eyes swept through the house. In fact, since he entered the yard, he was searching, hoping to see useful things, but he had never discovered them.

"Young man, what are you looking for?" Old Mrs. Meng suddenly spoke.

Ding Chi was shocked and immediately said: "Grandma Chen's eyes didn't look very good, but it was not easy to clean up the house and make insoles."

Old Mrs. Meng continued: "Yes, the whole village counts. Mrs. Chen said the second, no one dares to say the first. Since the day he remarried to the village, his family has never been buried. Although Mrs. Chen died early, Xiaolong, a child, is filial and has no time to come back. He even let others..."

"It's all here, you can pick it." Old Mrs. Shen came back at the right time, carrying a bag full of hand-embroidered insoles.

Ding Chi hurriedly took it into his hand and couldn't help but exclaim: "It's so beautiful."

"If you think it's OK, I'll choose a few more pairs for your grandma." Old Mrs. Shen said while holding the insole from the bag.

It's really beautiful. Not only is it good workmanship, but it also has meanings. It seems that Mrs. Shen has read a lot of books. Ding Chi paid attention to each pair of insoles and finally chose one: "Grandma Shen, just this pair, how much does it cost?"

"I don't have money, I'll give it to you." Old Mrs. Shen said, pointing again, "Choose a few more pairs. Wouldn't you like it?"

Ding Chi hurriedly said, "No, no, the deputy and the deputy are all high-quality products, and they all like it. But this is your thought to your son, I can't be too greedy. Just the one I chose, my grandma designated to like it. You don't have a good look, and it took a lot of hard work. Let's talk about the price."

"Filial piety is priceless, it's been given for nothing." Old Mrs. Shen replied very firmly.

"You must accept it." Ding Chi said, taking out a hundred-dollar bill and handing it over.

Looking at the banknotes, Old Mrs. Shen sneered: "One hundred yuan is so generous, don't be tainted by this filial piety."

Ding Chi was embarrassed and quickly explained: "Grandma Chen, this is your hard work, I really can't bear to take it away just like that."

"If it weren't for your filial piety, I wouldn't sell it for a lot of money, this is Xiaolong...ah..." Halfway through, Old Mrs. Shen sighed and put pairs of insoles on the kang into the bag.

Just as the other party picked up the bag, Ding Chi suddenly said, "Grandma Chen, can you find me a pack? I have collected dozens of pairs today, and I can't even put that bag in my bag."

Subconsciously glanced at the green shoulder bag on the bicycle in the yard. Old Mrs. Shen went directly to the west room and soon brought two bags, one big and one small. Then she said, "Pack it separately."

"Pretty Chen, you're not good at this. What's wrong with the insoles we made?" Old Mrs. Meng protested directly.

Old Mrs. Shen answered: "It's okay to put her together, and put everything else in a big bag."

In this way, I thanked and talked again. According to Mrs. Shen’s suggestion, Ding Chi packed the insoles into two bags, tied the big bag to the bicycle rack alone, and put the small bag into a shoulder bag and carried it on her body.

With gratitude and anxiety, excitement and regret, Ding Chi left the village and got on the van that had been waiting for a long time.
Chapter completed!