After sending Duan Fengchun and his wife away, Chu Heng also started to pack his things and prepare to pay New Year greetings.
With the help of Yang Guizhi, the two of them came out of the courtyard carrying large and small packages. Chu Zhecheng, who had changed into new clothes, was also very motivated and followed behind them with a lot of effort carrying a net bag.
Soon they came to the back of Volga. Chu Heng took out the key and opened the trunk. He and Yang Guizhi stuffed the New Year gifts in their hands into the trunk. Then they turned around and took the net bag from Chu Zhecheng's hand and put it in, and then closed the trunk.
, bent down and picked up his son, who was looking excited because he was going to receive the red envelope, said goodbye to the elder sister, wiped his body and left in the car.
On the way, Chu Heng also randomly checked Chu Zhecheng.
"Do you remember everything I just told you?"
"Uh-huh."
"Learn it again."
"Men say they are happy and healthy, and everything goes well. Women say they have a happy family, and they will always be young and beautiful."
"What else?"
"Give all the red envelopes to my mother and save them to give me a wife."
"Not bad, not bad."
Chu Heng reached out his hand to touch the head of his well-behaved and sensible son with satisfaction.
"Dad!" Chu Zhecheng suddenly turned his head and asked longingly: "When can I save enough money to become Sister Liu Hong's wife?"
Chu Heng's expression changed, and he turned to look at his son who had dangerous thoughts: "Why do you want to marry her as your wife?"
"Sister Liu Hong is a good fighter. If I marry her, no one will dare to bully me. If you hit me in the future, I will let her hit you!"
"The traitor!"
Chu Heng whipped out a big-eared melon seed.
"Ouch!"
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Accompanied by the cries of Chu Zhecheng, who had a tendency to commit patricide, the father and son drove to the outside of the courtyard where Hu Zhengwen's family lived.
When he got off the car and looked at his son who was still sobbing, Chu Heng couldn't help but feel angry. This guy hadn't even married a wife yet, so he was thinking about joining his wife to deal with his father. Will he be able to do it later?
He immediately scolded with a drooped face: "Hold it back!"
Chu Zhecheng quickly took a deep breath, holding his mouth and not daring to cry.
"snort."
Chu Heng glared at him again, then led Chu Zhecheng to the back of the car, took out a pocket full of New Year's gifts from the trunk, and entered the courtyard.
A woman was about to go out when she saw Chu Heng bringing her child in. She smiled and greeted, "Chu Heng is here."
"Hey, Aunt Hao, what a wonderful New Year."
"Okay, okay."
Chu Zhecheng, whose head was aching from being slapped by his father, did not forget to say auspicious words at this time. He bent down and shouted loudly: "I wish you a happy family and may you always be young and beautiful."
"Hey, this little guy is really good at talking. Wait, grandma will get you some candies to eat." Aunt Hao suddenly smiled and hurried back to the house to grab a handful of fruit candies and stuffed them into Chu Zhecheng's pocket.
His clothes are specially made and have twice the size of the pocket. They are specially prepared for New Year greetings. A handful of fruit candies are stuffed into them and can be easily filled, and there is still a lot of room.
And with the harvest, Chu Zhe immediately forgot about the pain. He happily took out a piece of candy, peeled it off and stuffed it into his mouth.
Then Chu Heng took his son and thanked Aunt Hao, and then the two of them continued to walk inside.
He was a frequent visitor to this hospital and was familiar with many of the neighbors. He greeted them all the way and soon arrived outside the door of Hu's house.
It happened that Hu's father came out of the house at this time, carrying a dark iron bucket, apparently ready to load briquettes. When he saw Chu Heng and his son coming to the door, he hurriedly entered and invited the two men into the house.
At this time, there was no one in the Hu family's house. Hu Zhengwen, his brother, and his sisters all went to work, and only the old couple and their granddaughter Hu Yaoshan were at home.
Hu Yaoshan is a few months older than Chu Zhecheng, but half a head taller. She looks like her mother Zhang Yi, with big eyes, fair skin, and a well-behaved and quiet temperament.
"Sister Shanshan!"
As soon as he saw her, Chu Zhecheng immediately ran forward to show her courtesy, took out the candy he just got in his pocket and shared it with her. The two little guys happily held hands and chattered children's words, acting like childhood sweethearts.
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Chu Heng looked at the two of them with an aunt's smile on his face. Isn't that right? Isn't Xiao Yaoshan much better than that stupid girl who competed with the little boy to see who could urinate taller, and competed with dogs for bones to eat?
Besides, how old is the age difference between these two people?
Ever since, in order to let his son play with Hu Yaoshan for a while and correct his wrong thinking, Chu Heng, who originally planned to sit for a while and then leave, stayed for half an hour before politely declining Father Hu's invitation. Mother Hu stayed with him to finish the meal.
With Chu Zhecheng reluctant to leave, he left here and rushed to the next house.
In this way, the two men were like street gangsters, running around in Sijiu City until evening, after having a meal with old man Lian, they rode back to the camp.
This afternoon, Chu Hengguang's New Year's gift was only two hundred, but Chu Zhecheng gained a lot. He received more than fifty red envelopes, two large bags of candy and snacks, which made this bastard's teeth grow fonder.
Dropped.
At this point, the year was basically over. The next day, Chu Heng devoted himself to his busy work.
Because the position at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has been restored, and the affairs at the Ministry of Foreign Trade have not been completed, he can only run in both directions. Today he spends a day at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and tomorrow he has to go to the Ministry of Foreign Trade. He is very busy.
Feet do not touch the ground.
Time flies and it’s the tenth day of the first lunar month.
Unknowingly, Jiang Fanghao and the others had been gone for more than half a month.
It's noon this day.
After having a light lunch at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs cafeteria, Chu Heng drove away and prepared to go to the airport to pick up Jiang Fanghao and the others who were about to return to Beijing.
After arriving at the place and waiting for a while, around 1:30, Chu Heng received the person.
The three of them, who had barely rested since their departure, looked a little tired, with a strong look of exhaustion on their faces.
"Thank you for your hard work, brothers."
Chu Heng quickly stepped forward and hugged the three brothers one by one.
"This trip almost killed us." Jiang Fanghao let out a heavy breath.
"No, we are either rushing or preparing to rush, and our legs are getting thin." Che Xiaobao also complained.
Qian Jiefang didn't speak, but his half-open eyes, as if he were about to fall asleep at any moment, were better than anything else.
Obviously, the three brothers are very tired at this time.
"I know, I know. Let's have something to eat later. I'll send you back when we're done. We'll go to work tomorrow." Although Chu Heng was not at the scene, he still imagined that the three of them could complete it in just half a month.
That series of tasks was so tight and the work was heavy, so I was very considerate.
After patting them on the shoulders again, several people came out of the hall, got into the Volga parked not far away, and drove towards the city.
On the way, Chu Heng asked the three brothers: "How are things going? Is it going well?"
"It went pretty smoothly." Jiang Fanghao leaned on his seat, frowned and rubbed his temples, which were throbbing due to poor rest, and said, "Miss Han did a lot of work. Not only did she pay, but she also sent people to assist throughout the process.
Us, it saved us a lot of trouble, otherwise we might not be able to get it done in a month."
"By the way, uncle." Che Xiaobao, who was sitting in the back seat with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Miss Han also asked me to bring you a message, saying that the well you drilled in Hong Kong Island last year was fast.
It's done, I want you to go over and hit her again, otherwise she will find someone else to hit her."
