Wang Xu quickly called Yan Mao, but no one answered for a long time.

He decisively called Fan Kun again.

Fan Kun went to help with it.

Fan Kun’s phone call was connected: “What’s wrong?”

"Why did you lose someone if you buy a pork?" Wang Xu hurriedly said, "You won't come back yet? What time is it?"

Fan Kun said laughing and crying: "Yan Mao is killing a pig himself!"

Wang Xu rolled his eyes: "He was afraid he was not idle! Just let others kill him, he had to join in the fun!"

"How can I know what he thinks!" Fan Kun said helplessly: "As soon as he saw someone killing pigs, his eyes were lit. He insisted on rushing up to the main sword, but I couldn't stop him!"

Wang Xu was speechless after hearing this.

There is no normal person in the entire seventh class.

Except for Liu Yuchen and I.

After hanging up the phone, Fan Kun sat aside, laughing and crying.

The pig just killed it.

Then a group of people watched Yan Mao kill pigs.

That technique was amazing to a group of professional slaughterers.

It's just that this guy looks a little bit wrong.

When someone kills a pig, he will kill him directly.

Before this young man wanted to kill a pig, he had to close his eyes and hold the knife for a long time.

I always feel that my brain doesn't look very smart.

Fan Kun couldn't help much, so he found a seat and sat down.

Bored is really boring.

So I took out a ball of wool from my backpack and knitted my sweater. While knitting the sweater, I was still muttering inside my mouth: "The adjacent molecules can be divided into..."

Of course, what I memorized is the contents of the molecular weaving discipline.

Knitting a sweater is about passing the time.

We are future scientists certified by the Institute of Military Science!

Since the things that Fan Kun made random tricks were certified by the Institute of Military Science, Fan Kun’s life has really not been easy.

The people from the Military Science Institute didn't ask for anything, but Brother Feng insisted on letting himself read books all day long.

Let’s say that Brother Feng looks down on others a little.

Although the university I like is Jiangnan University, how can you insult me, Brother Feng and say I am short-sighted!?

I don’t know who Jiangnan Taidao offended.

Anyway, since then, Zhou Feng has obtained a lot of books on related molecular weaving disciplines.

Of course, it also includes the information sent by Chen Chu.

Every few days, there will be a small test for the peak.

If this is passed, there is a free work coupon.

If you can't pass, you have to return two.

However, so far, Fan Kun has also paid eight copies.

There is no way!

The difficulty of Zhou Feng's questions is frequent.

Anyway, Fan Kun only felt that he was being controlled by Brother Feng and had to carry it.

Eight work-free coupons!

I've saved up for half a year!

No matter what you say, you have to get the original ones back.

So Fan Kun had to work hard.

Yan Mao was slaughtering a pig.

The pig with hundreds of kilograms was quickly broken down by him.

It's quite pleasing to the eye.

After all, according to everyone's plan, I guess I will stay in Mizukawa for a while.

Judging from the average appetite of the seventh class, it is almost the level of a pig a day.

Especially Class 7, there are three major food kings, Wang Lebang, Tian Xiao and Sun Jiaojiao, and everyone else has to stand aside.

Isn't this a good relationship with the slaughterhouse?

Yan Mao also specially showed his sword skills, which was to better bring closer the relationship between butchers.

Is it much more convenient to buy pigs later?

After finishing his work, he was about to leave for the old Chen family.

Yan Mao quickly shouted to Fan Kun, who was knitting his sweater: "Don't knit, stop knitting, come over and pick up a piece of pork!"

"Okay!"

After Fan Kun responded, he quickly stuffed the items back into his bag.

A group of butchers only realized it now and couldn't help looking at each other.

Seeing Fan Kun knitting a sweater there, this scene was inexplicably... weird.

Besides, Fan Kun still felt that it was hot, so he took off his coat and wore a T-shirt, and the muscles on his arms were still very solid.

emmm...

"Macho Men Knitting Sweater"

The two quickly returned to Chen Chu's house with the pork.

This scene was stunned by Zhu Chuhong.

She knew that two children went to buy pork, but she thought that buying pork was just to buy more than ten pounds in the market, but she didn't expect that Yan Mao and Fan Kun actually pushed it back with a cart.

At least two or three hundred pounds can be felt when you glance at this glance.

All are meat!

"Why buy so much meat?"

"Master, aren't there a lot of people here? So I bought more!"

"That's not going to buy one directly!?"

"Our class has a very high appetite!" Yan Mao pointed to Wang Lebang who was busy: "Master, do you believe that he can eliminate one-third of it alone?"

Zhu Chuhong glared at her eyes: "How is this possible? Pigs are not so edible... Ah, no, I mean they will support people!"

"It's okay, I can't hold him up. He went out for a walk and then ate the food." Yan Mao hurriedly said, "Grandma, let's not talk anymore. I'll send pork to Wang Yuanxin!"

As he said that, he quickly pushed the cart into the kitchen.

Zhu Chuhong was still a little confused, but she didn't care about it. She thought that even if she couldn't finish eating today, she could just keep it for tomorrow.

After all, judging from the posture of these children, I guess they have to stay at home for two or three days.

Of course, there is another problem that follows, that is, New Year's money.

After all, other people's children come to pay New Year's greetings. It is definitely not appropriate if you don't give New Year's money!

After thinking about it, Zhu Chuhong called out Chen Chu in the room.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"Come here, I'll discuss something with you!"

Chen Chu said oh, and followed his mother to the warehouse behind.

I thought there was no one, but as soon as I walked around the warehouse behind, I saw Liao Kunyang sitting on a small stool, holding a paint plate in one hand, and an easel and a drawing board in front of me, and painting.

Chen Chu just glanced at it and found that Liao Kunyang was painting the scene today.

"Grandma!"

"Old Chen."

Liao Kunyang hurriedly stood up to greet him.

Zhu Chuhong didn't expect that there were people behind her, so she immediately said with a smile: "Oh! Child, what a painting is! It's so good!"

"On average." Liao Kunyang smiled, looked at Lao Chen again, and said, "Old Chen, do you want me to avoid it?"

"Okay, you can avoid it first! Okay, I'll come and call you!"

Liao Kunyang then left with the paint plate and brush.

"Chen Chu..."

Just as Zhu Chuhong was about to speak, Chen Chu made a gesture of silence, quietly leaning around the corner, and seeing Wang Xu and a dozen people hiding in the corner and eavesdropping.

"What are you doing!?"

Chen Chu shouted coldly.

A group of people suddenly dispersed like birds and beasts.

Chen Chu rolled his eyes secretly, then turned around and went back to discuss with his mother.

In fact, when he saw his mother's attitude, he knew that he must be talking about New Year's money.

"Chen Chu, do you think how much do you have to give?"

"It's almost enough to give one person twenty."

Zhu Chuhong glared at her eyes: "Are you kidding? At least one person needs one hundred, right?"

"Mom, you don't have to worry about this matter. Just leave it to me. Then I'll go out first!"

"Where are you going?"

“Typing and copying shop.”

Zhu Chuhong was stunned: "Why are you going to the typing and copying store?"

"Don't ask so much, you don't need to prepare the red envelopes anymore. I'll buy them by the way."
Chapter completed!