In the end, they saw that Chen Nian really wanted them to accept the money, and then they reluctantly asked for five cents.

As a result, Chen Nian still has fifteen articles in his hand.

“Don’t you have the starting capital now?”

Chen Nian was overjoyed. Sometimes luck is something that cannot be explained. Sure enough, there is a room of gold in the book.

"Don't always call us benevolent, as if I'm the kind of person who wants to use kindness to blackmail you into doing things for me."

Chen Nian thought for a while: "Then I will be your son?"

When the old couple heard this, they were very happy: "Being a son? You are old enough to be our grandson."

But Chen Nian shook his head: "I see that you two are not too old. If you don't mind, I will give you two a son, and we will call you mom and dad from now on. And dad and mom can rest assured, since the two of you can walk on the street."

If you save my life, my son will repay you with a spring of water!"

While talking about Chen Nian, I was thinking in my heart, even if my mother knew about this, she would not blame herself. After all, her son was about to freeze to death, and being rescued by others was a life-saving grace!

Besides, this is not the first time that he has been treated as a son in the dream space.

When he experienced his first dream space, although he and Master Xue were master and disciple, Master Xue also treated him as his disciple.

In addition, Master Xue also has no heirs, so he is no different from his son.

Later, in the braised pork dungeon, I not only gained a mother, but also a younger sister.

Later, in the dream space of Scallion Noodles, Mr. He's son was lost, and he was taught by Mr. He as his disciple.

So now there is no psychological burden when aging.

"Okay, okay, I, Song San, will have a son from now on. If I see anyone who dares to bully me when I go out, I will ask my son to beat him!" Song San was extremely happy.

At this time yesterday, he didn't expect that he would have another son one day later.

And this son seems to have some ability of his own.

"Dad! Mom!"

Chen Nian immediately bowed his head and bowed.

After kowtowing to the second elder three times, Xu Erni helped Chen Nian up with tears in her eyes.

"Okay, okay, from now on we will call you Xiaonian!"

"Xiao Nian is a good name, it sounds festive!" Song San also said happily at the side.

So Chen Nian gained a father and a mother.

And he also confirmed that this time he wanted to learn skills from Song San.

Of course, the skill I learned was not chop suey soup, but Song San's specialty when he was at Mr. Wang's house.

In the afternoon, Chen Nian followed Song San to the butcher's place and bought all the remaining offal, which totaled more than five kilograms and cost more than one hundred Wen.

"Butcher, let me show you, I have a son now!"

On the way here, Mr. Song San always boasted to everyone he met that he had a son, and now he told the butcher who sells meat.

"Okay? When did you give birth secretly? Don't you give birth to another woman outside?" the butcher said with a carefree smile.

"Screw you, I picked this up yesterday, but this kid repaid his kindness and accepted me as his father."

"Hahaha, that's good." The butcher and Song San have known each other for a long time. He knows that Song San's life is ordinary, so sometimes he sells some water to save some for Song San.

Otherwise, they will all be sold out in one day, and Song San will have nothing to sell.

"Of course that's good. My son is not only smart and good-looking, but he can also read!"

When the butcher heard that Chen Ni could still read, he immediately became interested: "You can read, can you write?"

"I can write." Chen Nian nodded obediently.

"Okay, I'll have a pair at my doorstep for the Chinese New Year this year." As he said this, he grabbed the little fat left on the chopping board.

With a flash of cold light, a small strip was cut off.

It looks like there are about two taels of old ones.

"This year, I asked you to write a couple for my family. This piece of meat is a gift to you, Song Laosan. Congratulations, you will have a son from today on."

Song Sancai was not polite and immediately took the piece of meat in his hand: "It's easy to talk about."

Song Laosan then took Chen Nian for a tour to other places, until he returned home about half an hour later than usual, but he already had a lot of things in his hands.

There is wine, meat, eggs, and a small bag of millet.

"Old lady, we're back! We're serving meat today!" Song San kicked open the door of his house and started yelling.

Shocked, Xu Erni quickly ran out of the house.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? The bandits are here?" Then she saw what Chen Nian and Song San were carrying, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Are you really going to be bandits?"

Song San smiled when he heard this: "What kind of bandit? These are all given by the neighbors. Everyone knows that I have a son, and they insist on stuffing these things into my hands one by one, and they can't stop me. Hey,

Tell me what happened."

Chen Nian wanted to laugh a little when he heard this. After Mr. Song took him away from the butcher's house just now, he visited other places and started introducing himself to other people's homes.

Then he said that the meat was given by the butcher to congratulate him.

How can anyone else not know what this means?

Naturally, they all found some things they could get their hands on from home and gave them to Song San as gifts.

"Okay, okay, let's eat meat today. Speaking of which, we haven't eaten meat for a long time." Xu Erni said, without revealing Song San's little thoughts.

But it's not time to eat yet, they have to deal with the offal they bought first.

Chen Nian pretended that he didn't understand much and listened to Song San teach him how to deal with these internal organs.

But I have to say that this fresh pig intestine is really smelly, and I don’t know how Yu Qian’s father, Mr. Wang, got into it.

Aging washes these internal organs cleanly.

Otherwise, as Mr. Song San said, if you put some stuffing in it, the customers would probably have to break up the stall after eating it.

In this kind of folk snack, offal naturally has a bit of organ flavor, but this organ flavor is not the taste of defence.

Moreover, there is no need to prepare dishes for the judges to taste when aging, so naturally there should not be any trace of defence left in it.

After a while, Mr. Song came over for inspection. He picked up a few pieces of intestines and looked at them. He found that the intestines were indeed very clean. There were still lungs and livers that had been cleaned according to his requirements, reaching his standards.

standard.

"Well done, bring these things back and soak them in water for a while. I'm going to prepare two dishes. Let's have a good drink today."

"good!"

Chen Nian nodded and agreed, but the smell of stool on his hands was really not good to get rid of. The main reason was that Chen Nian knew that even after washing off the things visible to the naked eye, there would still be a lot of bacteria remaining on it.

But those bacteria can still be washed away by brushing and rinsing with running water.

When the smell was completely gone, Chen Nian returned home.

At this time, Mr. Song had already started to prepare the meal.
Chapter completed!