Liu Yifeng replied, "That would definitely be my son. As for how he came about, don't ask. Just remember to come for the wedding banquet."
"As long as he's your own, that's fine. Your son looks like a little prince from a fairy tale. His mother must be as beautiful as a celestial being, right?" Qiangzi winked at Liu Yifeng, his meaning all too clear.
Liu Yifeng knew what he was thinking and immediately shot him a glare, "You little pervert, it's getting late. I'm heading back."
He really didn't want to talk about the child's mother.
"By the way, guess who I ran into today?" Liu Qiang said mysteriously.
"Who?" Liu Yifeng raised an eyebrow.
"It's Du Qing, the school beauty from our high school days! Remember you two dated for a while back then!"
Du Qing?
Liu Yifeng hadn't heard that name in a long time. He and Du Qing had dated for a while in high school, but she eventually broke up with him. The reason was very practical and heartbreaking.
It was all due to his poverty. Others would buy their girlfriends breakfast, snacks, and the like. He only had his words and never gave her a decent gift.
Later, Du Qing accepted the pursuit of a rich second-generation classmate, which also made Liu Yifeng feel inferior and afraid to date.
Now, more than ten years later, hearing Du Qing's name again, his heart was calm, and it couldn't stir even a ripple.
Seeing Liu Yifeng's unperturbed expression, Liu Qiang looked puzzled. "Don't you want to know what I saw her doing?"
"Does it have anything to do with me?" Liu Yifeng's retort left Qiangzi speechless.
However, Qiangzi was a man who couldn't keep secrets. Regardless of whether Liu Yifeng wanted to hear it or not, he poured it all out. "I'm working as a carpenter in the county town. I recently took a job to renovate a bare-shell house. Guess what happened? 138reading.net
Du Qing is the owner of this house. But I'm a year older than you guys, so she didn't recognize me.
She was watching us work when suddenly several women barged in. The leader was a big fat woman. She pointed at Du Qing and called her a vixen, a shameless bitch who was ruining her family and spending their joint assets. Then they got into a fight.
Du Qing was outnumbered and her face was disfigured. It was only when the police arrived that this farce ended.
I really didn't expect Du Qing to become a mistress for money. Fortunately, you weren't with her, otherwise, you'd be the one wearing a cuckold's hat." Qiangzi sighed.
Although Liu Yifeng was a bit surprised, he didn't comment on her actions. He was still a poor nobody, so what right did he have to judge others' conduct!
He patted Qiangzi's shoulder and left.
Qiangzi didn't understand what he meant and just assumed he was upset, so he didn't say anything more.
When he returned home that evening, it was already dark. Liu Chunsheng quickly went to feed the pigs and chickens.
Liu Chunsheng was a typical farmer. He had three pigs and a few piglets, as well as over a dozen chickens, and five or six mu of land. It was with these that he put Liu Yifeng through college.
In fact, Liu Yifeng also had a sister, but when he was very young, his parents divorced, and his sister lived with their mother.
It was said that his mother remarried, but Liu Yifeng didn't know if she was doing well.
Because after their mother left, she never returned.
"Tongtong, wait until after dinner, okay? Daddy will take you for a bath." Liu Yifeng said, looking at his son who was still eating wild strawberries.
Tongtong nodded obediently. The rural living environment was relatively simple. The bathroom was a small room built of bricks, and there was no water heater; baths were taken with boiled water.
It was bearable in hot weather, but in cold weather, bathing felt like torture.
It was fine for adults to feel a bit cold, but now that Tongtong was here, he had to change their living environment.
Father and son bathed together.
"Daddy, why is yours different from mine?"
"Because Daddy is an adult. When you grow up, you'll be as mighty as Daddy."
"But it looks so ugly!"
"Hahaha, you're such a cute kid."
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After coming out of the bathroom, both father and son were much cleaner and refreshed.
"Daddy, do we have any small fish tanks at home? I want to give the little fish a new home," Tongtong still cared about his little fish.
"Daddy doesn't know, I'll look for it for you." Liu Yifeng said, searching around the house.
Liu Chunsheng, who had returned from feeding the pigs, saw him almost turning the house upside down and asked, "What are you looking for, you rascal?"
"Dad, I caught two little fish for Tongtong to keep. Do we have any fish tanks or anything?" Liu Yifeng answered without addressing the question.
As soon as he heard it was for his grandson, Liu Chunsheng's anger subsided by half. "Where would we have a fish tank? But we do have a small ceramic jar for pickling vegetables. I'll go get it and you can see if it's suitable."
A moment later, he brought over a jar, about thirty centimeters tall, with a mouth diameter of about ten centimeters.
The little fish were still small, and this would be perfect for keeping them.
However, honestly speaking, these little fish would probably die of lack of oxygen within a few days.
He hoped Tongtong wouldn't be too sad when the little fish died.
After washing the jar, Liu Yifeng put the little fish in. The little fish started swimming happily.
Tongtong watched them with great delight, while Liu Yifeng took the crucian carp he had obtained to prepare dinner.
In the evening, he made braised crucian carp, scrambled eggs with chives, and stir-fried water spinach.
The three of them ate harmoniously. The crucian carp had many bones, so Liu Yifeng carefully picked out the bones before putting the fish into Tongtong's bowl.
The next morning, the pig buyers arrived.
There were three pigs at home, each weighing over two to three hundred catties, as well as several piglets. However, Liu Chunsheng didn't plan to sell them, as they wouldn't fetch much money. It was better to raise them until they were bigger.
Finally, Liu Chunsheng haggled with the pig buyer and agreed to sell at 5.3 yuan per jin.
Pork at the market sold for about eight yuan per jin.
Some less valuable parts were even sold for two to three yuan per jin.
If Liu Chunsheng hired someone to slaughter the pigs and sell them himself, he would have to pay for labor, and it would be troublesome. It was simpler to sell them directly.
Tongtong watched the pigs being weighed and asked curiously, "Daddy, what are they doing?"
Liu Yifeng said softly, "Grandpa is going to sell them. The day after tomorrow, we'll have a banquet to celebrate your arrival."
"How do they sell them?"
"5.3 yuan per jin. Why?"
Tongtong didn't say anything. The weights of the three pigs were all measured. The pig buyer was using a calculator to add up the weights.
Unexpectedly, Tongtong had already calculated it. "Eight hundred and twenty-seven jin."
His voice was not loud, but it stunned everyone present.
Especially the man buying the pigs. He looked at Tongtong, who was only about three years old, in surprise. "Little one, what did you just say? How many jin in total?"