Chapter 296 Chapter 62: Firewood Spirit

"Clean up Mr. Ichimokugo? When?" I asked, "Aren't you in poor health? You can wait until another time. Your health is important." Grandpa shook his head and said, "Let's do it tonight. I don't need to do it, it depends on your rose." After finishing speaking, grandpa gently stroked the petals of the rose with his withered fingers, just like stroking his old buffalo when plowing the field.I looked down at the rose, full of doubts in my heart.Why did the beggar say that I am not suitable for raising this rose?Could he see something?If he had this ability, why would he be reduced to being a beggar?

"Grandpa, how can Rose help you catch Mr. Ichimokugo this year?" I asked. Grandpa smiled and said, "I have my own way. You will know when the time comes." I walked and chatted with my grandpa, and arrived home without knowing it.Grandma was pickling sauerkraut outside, and when she saw me coming, she threw away the sauerkraut in her hand happily, and came to hug me with two sour-smelling hands.I'm an adult, and I'm a little shy in the face of grandma's hug, but grandma didn't notice the subtle changes in her nephew's psychology at all, and shouted loudly: "Oh, my lovely nephew is coming to grandma's house again! It didn't take me Want to die! Get tired, hurry up, go into the house and rest, grandma will make you a delicious meal!" Her voice was so loud that she seemed to want the neighbors around to hear her.As expected, some of the neighbors opened the windows and looked out. They waved to grandma and said, "Is your nephew coming to see you?"

Grandma's face was full of joy: "Yes, yes! My good nephew is here to see grandma." Before I could say a word, grandma quickly told grandpa again: "Yue Yun, go get some dry firewood from the back, I don't have any firewood for cooking!" I was also going to help carry firewood, but my grandma pushed me down on the chair. "You are tired from walking, take a rest. Listen to grandma and sit here." Grandma pretended to be angry. I said: "Grandpa picked me up on the way, he is also tired." Grandma's eyes bulged, and she said loudly in the direction of Grandpa on purpose: "He, helping others has never been too dirty, and he is not afraid of being tired. Why can't the firewood be moved at home? You love him, but he doesn't love himself. .” I knew that grandma was telling grandpa her anger on purpose.

Grandpa didn’t get angry, and he purposely replied loudly outside: “Where is the firewood dirty? Its spirit is good. When it grows into a tree, people can enjoy the shade and enjoy the shade. When the tree dies, people can make firewood for firewood, and burn it to ashes. It can be sprinkled on the fields as fertilizer." Then there was a hearty laugh. Grandma complained to me: "Look at your grandpa, he is so stubborn! He is as stubborn as a cow, and he can't even twist it around! No wonder he is so good to the cow, but not to me! Just let him follow him. Forget it!" Grandma said angrily, and angrily talked about grandpa's other problems.

I smiled and said, "Okay, okay, it's been half my life, and you still don't know Grandpa's character. He just doesn't know how to reject others. When you talk about him, he can promise you with a smile that he won't interfere with others in the future. But when others come, he still follows." Grandma said: "Why don't I know? It's okay if I didn't listen before, but now his backlash is not serious? He is such a big person, and he still doesn't know how to take care of himself!" I heard grandma say, "Such a big person" I feel that grandma is not talking about grandpa, but a child who has just grown up.

I thought to myself, it's over, seeing grandma's posture, we can't go to Wentian Village tonight.