Technology overlord starts with baby

"It's Xiaochun."

The screen of the mobile phone shook for a while, and an old man with a short but stiff mustache, deep wrinkles on his face, a pair of brown eyes sunken deep in the eye sockets, and unkempt gray hair appeared in the in the video.

"Well, grandpa, it's me, Xiaochun."

"I called you in the afternoon but no one answered. Hei Wa'er kept telling me that you must be in class."

Mo Jingchun nodded and smiled, "It's class."

Hei Wa'er was also the nickname of Mo Jingchun's uncle Zhou Xing, and in recent years, only his grandfather was still calling him by his nickname.

The first time Mo Jingchun knew his uncle's nickname, he laughed for a long time, and was punished by his father to stand. If it wasn't for his grandfather protecting him, he would almost have been hanged and beaten.

If Mo Jingchun's guess is correct, the uncle must have a dark face at this time.

"Xiaochun, you and your sister are doing well in the capital."

"Grandpa, my sister and I are fine. The teachers and classmates take good care of us."

"Oh, that's good, they are all good children, Xiaochun, you have to remember in your heart when others help you, they are all noble people who helped you when you were in the most difficult time."

Mo Jingchun nodded seriously, "I know that, Grandpa."

"It's good to know."

"They all say that wheat is eaten in the north. You must not be used to it there."

Mo Jingchun, who was holding the candy, changed his sister Tangtang into a more comfortable position, and said with a smile: "No, there is everything you want to eat here, rice, steamed buns, noodles, you can choose."

"Tsk, big cities are different."

Mo Jingchun saw yearning in those cloudy eyes. Mo Jingchun knew why grandpa yearned for the big city so much, because in his life, from birth to now, grandpa had never left Ontario, even the provincial capital. The number of times to go is also one-handed.

Every time we sit together around the stove to keep warm, my grandfather always tells stories about his youth.

Every time, he talked about the same content, but the circle of people around the stove for warmth, no matter how old or young, no one would interrupt him, and they all listened quietly.

Parents' generation, because they empathize with each other, suffered the same hardships when they were young, but compared with grandpa's generation, it was better.

The younger generation, on the other hand, listened to the real stories with flesh and blood, and listened with gusto. As for how hard the lives of the elders were, they had no idea at all.

Because, Mo Jingchun's generation, although their food and clothing may not be comparable to what they have now when they were young, they have never been hungry or frozen.

This is a very happy thing, and it is also what the ancestors fought for the younger generations with their lives.

Grandpa also said that he wanted to see the big cities outside, but he was unanimously rejected by Uncle Mo Jingchun and the others. The old man's body couldn't support the long journey.

Once something goes wrong on the way, no one can afford this responsibility, and what the countryside pays attention to is returning the fallen leaves to their roots.

"Xiaochun, do you have enough money over there? Big cities spend a lot of money, we should save what should be saved, and don't always think about saving what should not be saved."

"When you and your sister are still growing, don't skimp on what you eat."

"If you don't have enough money, just call me and tell me that I still have some here."

Mo Jingchun quickly refused and said: "You don't need to pay, grandpa. I still have a lot on me, enough for me to take my sister to finish college together, and when I graduate and find a job, I don't have to worry about it."

For grandpa's money, even if Mo Jingchun was short of money, he would only borrow it, and would never say such a thing.

Mo Jingchun knew that Grandpa had some money. It could be said that everyone knew about it.

If there is no labor force, where will the money come from? It was given by Mo Jingchun's mother and aunt every year during Chinese New Year and Mid-Autumn Festival.

Not much each time, usually only 500 yuan, but every time it was all saved by my grandfather.

Mo Jingchun's grandfather sighed and said nothing.

That day, as a father, he personally sent his daughter up the mountain. One can imagine the heartache of a white-haired man sending a black-haired man.

"Xiaochun, I just saw a pepper tree a few days ago, and I was thinking about making a molar stick for candy. Isn't this ready? I'll call you and ask you to send me the delivery address. , these two days, I'll ask Hei Wa'er to come and send it to you."

As soon as the grandfather finished speaking, Mo Jingchun heard the voice of his uncle Zhou Xing in the video.

"Your grandfather went to other people's mountains to cut it, and he didn't tell others. It was I who had the cheek to apologize to them."

Mo Jingchun rubbed his nose and didn't dare to say anything. He chopped down a small tree. In the countryside, this kind of thing can be big or small. If you tell others in advance, you basically don't say anything.

But the premise is to say hello in advance, no wonder the uncle is a little annoyed.

"What's wrong with me cutting down Zhang Tieping's pepper tree? Even when his father Zhang Jixiang was alive, he would call me Lord when he saw me."

"You cow, you cow."

The grandfather who was bickering with the uncle turned around and said to Mo Jingchun: "There is nothing else to do, you rest there, don't let yourself be sick, and it will spread to Tangtang. There's no one to take care of."

"Understood, Grandpa. You should also pay attention to your health at home, go out to have fun if you have nothing to do, don't keep thinking about running up the mountain, and the Poria, just let uncle watch over it."

"Okay, okay, hang up."

The phone screen shook again, and the phone returned to the uncle's hand.

"That's fine, it's okay, I'll hang up, your aunt is cooking, and I'll eat in a while."

"good."

beep~

After hanging up the WeChat video call, Mo Jingchun leaned on the sofa to relax for a while, and then sent the school's mailing address to his uncle Zhou Xing.

"Pot pot."

"elder brother."

"Pot pot."

"elder brother."

...

At the door of the kitchen, Candy, who was holding a baby bottle, yelled "Wok Pan" indistinctly, while Mo Jingchun, who was wearing an apron, was frying vegetables in the kitchen.

Although there is still only one dish today, there is meat, which is stir-fried pork with green peppers that Mo Jingchun likes to eat|shredded.

After eating, washing the dishes, and helping to bathe his sister Candy, this is Mo Jingchun's daily life when he returns to the apartment building every afternoon.

At night, the little guy lying in Mo Jingchun's arms fell asleep at some point, and his little tongue stuck out a little bit, so cute.

Mo Jingchun's hands were typing on the keyboard of the laptop quickly. Mo Jingchun found that he had already liked the feeling of typing on the keyboard, and his sister Candy was also used to this sound. , like a lullaby, let the little one fall asleep.

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