Several people who have not been on the battlefield for nearly a year are now sitting at the mahjong table. Even though grandpa and grandpa are old, they still insist on playing mahjong until 3 o'clock in the morning.
In the end, it was almost forcibly driven away by Song Tan, and the show reluctantly ended.
As for the results...
Only Ulan won, 230 yuan.
The result of such a fierce battle in the middle of the night was that no one except Qiao Qiao could get up early the next morning.
But Qiao Qiao doesn’t care about this!
The seventh cousin is not here, and my sister has not gotten up, so he is in charge of the family!
At this moment, I first went to the backyard to add firewood to the heating stove in a very planned way, and then went to the fire room to light a fire.
When the fire in the stove was burning brightly, he came back to his senses - for the Chinese New Year, everyone had gone back to their homes, and now no one wanted to sit here chatting, warming themselves by the fire and eating snacks.
But the stove was already burning, so Qiaoqiao brought a few more sweet potatoes and put them on top to bake them slowly. It didn't matter if they were cooked or not, as long as the hot stove didn't waste them.
Several orange meows surrounded him. The big oranges were placed on the plush cushions under the shack, and their meows were also loud.
Qiaoqiao paused for a moment, then took their plates, secretly opened the crisper, cut several pieces of pork into it, and cracked two fresh eggs.
The egg white wrapped in the bright egg yolk is dangling on the pieces of pork, trembling, not to mention how tempting it is.
If Boss Chang knew about such extravagant behavior, he would immediately be at odds with the Golden Orange family!
But at this moment, while Qiao Qiao was holding the plate, she comforted herself in a low voice: "Daju didn't have a better New Year's Eve dinner last night - only two fishes don't count as New Year's Eve dinner! It's right to eat better today on New Year's Day."
Bar?"
After feeding the big oranges, a row of gray-haired squirrels shivered and stood on the wall. It must be winter, and their plush has become thicker. They look much more pleasing to the eye than their bald appearance in summer.
They scurryed back and forth on the wall quickly, staring at Qiaoqiao with their eyes, looking very pitiful.
Qiao Qiao couldn't help but repeat another sentence like Wu Lan: "It's the Chinese New Year..."
He turned around and went directly into the warehouse. Not long after, he grabbed a box of dried corn kernels, a dozen hard chestnuts, a handful of soybeans, and a handful of rice kernels, and then placed the box on the wall with his feet.
Several squirrels quickly surrounded it, and soon the box was swaying in the morning wind and clattering to the ground.
Qiaoqiao hid the box and went to the kitchen to take out the old big red bucket.
The big red bucket was full, containing not only cabbage but also leftover radish tops, radish skins, watermelon rinds, a lot of rice bran, sweet potatoes that were too small to eat, some dried corn kernels and dried pumpkins, and a mess of
Eggshells etc.
The heavy bucket was easily carried in his hands, and he walked to the back mountain with ease.
There, the wild boar, which had already heard the movement in the yard, was howling at the top of its voice, as if it had been hungry for nine meals in three days.
The king was stubbornly standing at his last post and was sleeping in his kennel. When he heard Qiao Qiao coming over, his ears twitched and he still fell into a deep sleep.
The fat and strong wild boar that had been raised quickly jumped on the fence, looking particularly vicious.
In this winter, Qiaoqiao was supposed to cook all these things on the pig stove nearby, making a pot of mush before feeding them to the pigs. But now there are only three pigs left in the pig pen, one and two.
Small, one male, one female and one large white pig sow.
With their size, they don't need to heat the food at all. With the skill of cooking pig food, their loud voices can make everyone in the old Song family wake up.
Including the big white pig.
Because of its breed, it now looks much bigger than the wild boar mother next to it. I don’t know how strong it will be.
Wulan pinned the hope of all the piglets in the coming spring on it. It would be best to have 12 piglets in a litter, so that they would not even have to buy piglets.
As for breeding pigs...
No, the little wild boar that the king finally brought back has now grown up and matured.
Moreover, wild boars are much smaller than large white pigs, so piglets will not be difficult to give birth to because they are too large.
The wild boar mother on the side is best paired with a black pig, so that the piglets born will not be too big, but the meat will be very fragrant and perfect!
Ulan has already made plans for this bit by bit.
Qiao Qiao was now very familiar with feeding pigs. He picked up the bucket and tipped it towards the pig trough. The three pigs immediately came over with satisfaction and squawked without raising their heads.
He stood there and looked at it seriously, suddenly a little curious: "Mom said that in the spring, I will buy a boyfriend for the mother pig, and we have to divide the pigs into pens and move them to the river beach together... Will the piglets that are born be white?
Or are you still wearing patterns on your body like you did when you were kids?"
"Does that kind of piglet need to be cooked with pig food?"
This question was obviously beyond the scope of his knowledge, he said to himself, looking left and right, but he couldn't come up with an answer.
Seeing the three pigs eating the pig food like a gust of wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and they were not full yet, Qiao Qiao paused and said in a familiar way:
"The rest will be given to you after we have had breakfast."
Then he waved his hand to the king: "Your Majesty, I will go to the factory to feed the other babies later and then bring you food. After eating, I will take you to your new post."
"Woof!"
The king has already made preparations for the post. He is standing there majesticly, and the red bib on his chest is shining even more.
By the time these things were taken care of, it was already past 9 o'clock in the morning. Wulan had never gotten up so late during the Chinese New Year in his life. Now that he was enjoying it, he was actually quite comfortable.
After all, Song Dafang’s family used to come back every New Year’s Day.
For a large family, Wu Lan and Song Sancheng naturally came to cook and entertain, so they had to get up early in the morning.
Now, it seems that Song Dafang will not come back. The children in the village who used to go around paying New Year greetings before dawn have gradually grown up, and no one comes to shout "New Year's greetings!" anymore early in the morning. She said
It's rare to relax, and I actually feel pretty good.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! It was warm in the room. She slowly put on her new clothes, put on the big gold chain and the big gold ring, and couldn't help but feel a little confused when she flipped her hair in the mirror.
regret:
"Last time, Xiaochuan took me to wash my hair, saying that my hair would look good if permed. At that time, I didn't like it because it took me a long time to perm and dye it, so I didn't do it... Looking at it now, it's really a bit unstylish.
"
Song Sancheng didn't even open his eyes, he just responded with a few perfunctory hums.
Fortunately, Wu Lan didn't care. At this moment, he opened the drawer again, found out a lipstick given by Lu Jing, took it out, and applied it decently.
The lips turn red, and the person in the mirror instantly looks more energetic.
She was full of energy and confident. When she opened the door, she saw Qiao Qiao putting away last night's snack tray. He was stunned when he saw her:
"Mom, your mouth is so red! Do you want [Ah——] to eat dumplings later?"
Qiao Qiao gestured with her mouth wide open: "——It's better to eat it like this. Otherwise, the color will fade."
This kid is so stupid.
Wulan didn't care at all, but became proud of it: "It's red, right? Your brother Lu Chuan, his mother has really good taste and knows how to dress up. Look how pretty the color is -"
"Oh, I've been tired for half a lifetime, and it's time for me to enjoy it. Qiaoqiao, hurry up and serve me a bowl of dumplings."
Qiao Qiao nodded, not feeling troublesome at all: "Okay, mom, what kind of stuffing do you want to eat? I'll cook it for you alone."
Wulan didn't need to think too much before he answered directly: "Every stuffing needs to be..."
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly heard the roar of a car outside the yard. She was stunned and couldn't help but stand up:
"Didn't you tell Wu Lei that we should go and drive as soon as we are in the second year of junior high school? If he drives the car here now, what will happen to him later -"
The unfinished words were stuck in his throat. Ulan stared at the old car in front of him, his good mood gone.
Tsk, it’s hard to spend the New Year comfortably, but why do things keep happening one after another?
"Qiaoqiao, go and gather your father up. His brother is here."
Isn't he Song Sancheng's biological brother?
It was he who smashed the glass on the front of the familiar car!
When Song Sancheng put on his clothes and got up, he was confused: "Aren't they all broken? Why is the Chinese New Year here?"
"Then who knows." Ulan's good mood was interrupted, and his expression was very cold at the moment. He only summed it up in two words:
"nerve."
However, Song Tan heard the noise and went downstairs. At this moment, he was watching Song Dafang's family opening the trunk and packing something. At this moment, he shook his phone at Ulan:
"I just called my aunt and asked her. She said that the family would send a TV watch to express filial piety before the end of the year..."
Ulan curled his lips disdainfully: "It's been half a year since the house was built, and it's time to deliver the TV. The day lilies are already cold. Besides, they and their family are just sitting in this small car. Do you think it can still fit the TV?"
Just as he was talking, he saw Song Dafang actually taking out a TV from the trunk, and Wulan's eyes widened——
"so small?!"
It's just small.
Ever since smart TVs became popular, Song Tan has never seen such a small TV. Can this one be 30 inches?
Wu Lan burst into laughter. Now his good mood doubled, and he even walked over on his own initiative:
"Yo yo yo! What is this for?"
Mao Li's face was still a little uncomfortable - when she got out of the car, she saw a nouveau riche dressed like Ulan standing at the door looking at them.
As a result, while I was waiting for the steps, I stood on the real steps and watched motionless.
If there hadn't been a TV to keep me busy for a while, my face would have really gone to the ground.
Fortunately, they didn't bring their son back today, otherwise where would their parents' faces be?
But despite this, it was still difficult for her to express herself naturally when she heard Ulan's sarcasm.
Song Dafang still has his own magnanimity: "Brothers and sisters, happy New Year, why don't you see Qiao Qiao and the others going to pay New Year greetings to the old man?"
Old man?
The old man and the old lady had so much fun playing cards last night that they didn't even go home. They were lying warmly in their bedroom. Looking at Song Dafang's appearance, I'm afraid he hasn't visited the old house yet, right?
What's the matter? Are you planning to carry this small TV around the village three times before sending it back?
It's not embarrassing enough.
Wulan was very disdainful.
She was about to choke on something when she suddenly saw a familiar person walking around on the road beside the bamboo forest——
She has a square face and her cheeks are sunken inward. Qiaoqiao beside her has already subconsciously smacked her cheeks again, which almost made Ulan laugh:
"Don't act like this, it's disrespectful."
Qiao Qiao was also a little embarrassed: "I...I don't want to either...but when I saw Brother Tianyu, I wanted to do it..."
That's right, it was Zhou Tianyu who came!
I heard that he only arrived home last night. Why did he come to my house this early in the morning? To wish him a happy New Year?
To be honest, if Zhou Tianyu was so lively, why would his parents be so worried?
Wulan put Song Dafang aside in an instant, and then asked enthusiastically: "Tianyu, why are you here? You are about to get married, and I don't have any red envelopes when you come to pay New Year greetings."
Zhou Tianyu was stunned for a moment, and then he responded with a smile: "Uncle, aunt, happy New Year!"
He turned around and looked at Song Dafang, then at his old old car, and then at the TV he was holding solemnly in his hand. He couldn't help but be stunned:
"What? During the Chinese New Year, there are still people coming to sell things door-to-door."
He had never met Song Dafang, or maybe he had met Song Dafang once in a while and quickly forgotten about it. Now he looked at the small TV box with something written on it and advised:
"You guys are quite keeping pace with the times. You used to sell portraits of the God of Wealth door-to-door, but now you just sell TVs."
"Are you looking at the children at home and deliberately selling them to the elderly? Don't buy the kind that is unfilial."
While analyzing, he clicked his tongue and shook his head:
"Look at you, you all have to support your family. It's not easy to travel so far to do sales during the Chinese New Year. But you have to find the right market positioning!"
"My grandparents don't care about using this small TV anymore. How can it be sold easily?"
"If you have the skills, you might as well sell some surveillance cameras! Now all the elderly in the village have these installed in their homes."
As soon as this was said, Lao Song's family burst into laughter.
Don't say it, don't say it!
Zhou Tianyu's recommendation is reliable. Nowadays, every household doesn't watch much TV and is thinking about clothing surveillance.
Song Dafang's face instantly turned purple.
He was about to say something, but Zhou Tianyu's salesmanship was faster than his. Now he was smiling at the old Song family again, and sincerely persuaded:
"Auntie, don't buy this kind of TV. It's a miscellaneous brand, there are a lot of advertisements, and there are many paid items. You can't see clearly when watching TV, and the screen is small..."
He piled up a bunch of shortcomings without giving Song Dafang a chance to speak:
"Actually, big TVs don't cost much now. You can choose from more than 1,000 to tens of thousands. You can buy whichever one you like. There is no need to buy this kind of TV."
"It's so small, how can the purchase price be two hundred? I can grab a lot of it on Tao Taobao."
Good, good!
Song Tan could only applaud in her heart.
I haven’t seen him in the past six months, Zhou Tianyu has made great progress! He is still a little bit heartless, but every word he says is sharp!
