pjbooks Chapter 79 The Abstract Uncle
Chapter 79 The Abstract Uncle
After the pig was slaughtered, Grandma went to pick vegetables to prepare a delicious meal later.
My mom and aunt were turning over the intestines and cleaning the internal organs, while my uncle was setting up a frame to prepare the smoked meat.
Lin Chuan wanted to help, but the old man wouldn't let him, and instead pulled him aside to drink tea and chat.
Lin Xue and Lin Yue chattered together, while Lin Feng and Lin Yang stared at each other.
"Xiao Chuan, have your high school entrance exam results come out? How did you do?"
"It's alright, I'll have my mom tell you in a bit."
"Haha, it seems you did very well on the test."
They like to talk about good things during meals, and bad things after they've finished eating and at night.
"Xiao Chuan seems to have really grown up. I remember you used to be quiet and like a bookworm. Now you're doing great. You're sure to have a bright future."
They chatted idly for half an hour, and the old man became happier and happier as he talked, because Lin Chuan could respond to anything he said in a generous and natural manner, which pleased the old man more and more.
"Dad, we don't need to wait until later. Xiao Chuan is already doing well. We're having meat tonight because of him."
My uncle, Lin He, is a lively and talkative man. Even while hanging meat, he kept talking and chimed in from a distance.
"Yes, I'm only benefiting from my grandson's fame. I wish I could benefit from yours someday."
The old man's eccentricities didn't bother Lin He; instead, he laughed and said:
"Dad, you'll have to wait patiently. We'll see if a wild boar on the mountain can kill one and I can find it. I'll definitely bring it back to you as a gift."
Lin Chuan chimed in, "Grandpa, Uncle, are there many wild boars on this mountain?"
"Yes, there are many. Wild boars have been coming to raid the cornfields lately, and a lot of the corn has been damaged. Your uncle has to guard them every night."
Lin Chuan's eyes lit up: "I'll go tonight too, and give them a good beating."
"Keeping watch at night is no fun. You have to get up several times in the middle of the night to bang the gong, and you can't get a good night's sleep."
"It's alright, Grandpa. I often go hunting wild boars with Xiaofeng at night."
Lin Feng chimed in, "Yes, Grandpa, I'll be going tonight too."
Mom chimed in, "Dad, let them go. You can hunt the wild boar and eat it. It'll save Xiaohe from having to guard it every day."
Seeing that everyone spoke with such certainty, as if a trip would bring immediate results, the old man smiled and shook his head.
"Wild boars aren't that easy to hunt, but if you want to go, go ahead. You can sleep during the day if you're tired, there's nothing else to do anyway."
Grandma came back from picking vegetables. Although it was only three o'clock, she hadn't eaten much lunch, so she started preparing dinner.
The aroma soon wafted out, and it was that familiar smell again—stir-fried pork with chili peppers, a timeless classic.
When the meal was ready and everyone was taking their seats, Mom came into the house and took an envelope out of a basket.
It was the one that contained Lin Chuan's admission notice; Lin Chuan had no idea she had brought it with her.
Mom handed the envelope to Grandpa, beaming with delight.
"Dad, Mom, Xiaochuan's high school entrance exam results are out. He got into No. 1 High School. Please take a look."
"Wow, No. 1 Middle School, Xiao Chuan is pretty good."
"That's right, Xiao Chuan has always had good grades since he was little. I've always said he would definitely go to university. Come on, let me see."
Grandma said she would take a look, but she got up from her seat and went behind Grandpa to look.
The younger uncle gave Lin Chuan a thumbs-up, and the younger aunt gave Lin Yang and Lin Yue a thumbs-up.
"See? From now on, learn from your cousin and stop wasting your days. If you can also get into No. 1 High School, I'd be willing to give up a few years of my life."
Lin Yang and Lin Yue didn't dare to breathe too loudly. They hadn't even picked up their chopsticks yet, and they couldn't bury their heads in their food. They could only lower their heads and play with their fingers.
After the grandparents finished reading, they praised Lin Chuan again, while Lin Feng watched the fun from the sidelines.
He knew exactly what his older brother was planning; the more he praised him now, the more his brother would nag him about it later.
"Grandpa, Grandma, let's eat first. We didn't eat enough at noon."
Seeing them praising him endlessly, and his mother not helping but just laughing on the side, Lin Chuan had to interrupt them himself.
"Yes, yes, let's eat first, Grandma. Then go and add two more dishes. Bring the wine, we'll drink the Chu Xiang Wang that my grandson brought me."
"No, Grandpa, we can't even finish this food, why add more?"
Grandma: "Yes, yes, you should add more. You all eat first. Xiuxia, why didn't you say so sooner? If you had, I would have killed a chicken and fried some eggs. We'll kill a chicken to eat tomorrow."
"Mom, please sit down and eat. We can't finish all this food. Don't fry the eggs, and don't kill the chicken."
"Xiuxia, don't worry about this. Let your mother cook it. This is such a good thing. Forget about killing a chicken, I'm even planning to buy firecrackers tomorrow to let others know that my Lin family has produced a scholarly talent, haha."
The old man chuckled, poured himself a glass, then poured one for Lin He, and looked at Lin Feng, asking:
"Xiao Feng, do you drink alcohol?"
Lin Chuan had told Lin Feng that tobacco and alcohol were not good things, so he didn't plan to touch them. When the old man asked, Lin Feng waved his hands repeatedly, indicating that he wouldn't drink.
The old man didn't say anything. In his heart, his two grandsons were still young. He put down the wine bottle, picked up his chopsticks, and called out:
"Come on, everyone, start eating! Xiao Chuan, have a bone, bones are delicious."
While Grandpa was serving food to Lin Chuan, someone was doing something bad.
The younger uncle secretly took the old man's wine glass, took a sip, and then put it down.
The movements were extremely fast and skillful; it was clear this wasn't the first time.
The old man didn't notice these little actions. He put a bone into Lin Chuan's bowl, and when he saw Lin Xue looking at him expectantly, he put another bone in his granddaughter's bowl.
He picked up both the big and small pieces, but it wouldn't be right not to pick up the middle piece for Lin Feng, so he picked up another piece for Lin Feng.
After serving his two younger children, the old man saw they needed serving too. He had just sat down when he realized something was wrong and glared at Lin He:
"Did you drink my wine?"
"Dad, I didn't drink your wine. Look, we both drink just as much."
"Bullshit, I clearly poured more than you when I was pouring, how come it's the same now?"
"Nonsense, you're mistaken. We poured the same thing."
"Before you say that, why don't you smell the alcohol on your breath?"
Lin Chuan was dumbfounded. He only remembered that his uncle was lively and cheerful, and that he and his grandfather got along more like friends than father and son, but he had never seen such an abstract scene before.
"Xiao Chuan, you eat. Don't mind them. They're always like this."
"Oh, Auntie, you should eat too."
After finishing the meal, Lin Chuan's face was all smiles, and his stomach was a little full.
There was nothing he could do; his grandparents were so enthusiastic, they kept piling food onto his plate, and Lin Chuan could only accept it.
After dinner, it was almost six o'clock, and the whole family sat in the courtyard to cool off.
An electric fan was also set out, oscillating and blowing.
It's not actually hot right now, but the old man is happy and insists on using the fan, so we let him be.
Lin Chuan had eaten a bit too much, and his stomach felt bloated. He got up and prepared to walk around.
As soon as he moved, Lin Xue and Lin Feng followed, and even Lin Yang and Lin Yue came along.
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Now I understand why so many books portray their protagonists as hooligans and scoundrels; it avoids a lot of trouble that way.
I didn't think things through at the beginning, and I set the protagonist to be an excellent student. Now I'm a bit lost. Sigh.
The most common negative review of this book is: Why not read it?
Three years of high school, it's impossible not to get into university, right? Add another four years, and it's seven years.
My darlings, this is a historical fiction story, and having to study for seven years completely ruined it. It's so difficult, I want to cry.