After the Little New Year, the annual activities to celebrate the New Year have officially begun.
Zhou Yan’s father and mother’s scientifically experimental planting strategy using plastic tents eliminates the need for the family to travel to the market to purchase New Year’s goods.
However, the vegetables that are maturing in the greenhouse need to be sent out in time to avoid being left in the greenhouse to grow old and eventually become inedible, so they can only be planted.
After delivering a large circle, there were still a lot of maturing vegetables in the greenhouse. In the end, the two of them had to drive a tractor to sell vegetables to prevent them from rotting in the ground or turning into old fried dough sticks.
Although the two of them did not have much experience in setting up a stall and selling vegetables, because the Zhou family was very famous, as soon as the stall was set up, fellow villagers came over to say hello.
"Hey, why did you two switch to selling vegetables?"
Zhou Zhenghai didn't realize that he had become Tuhao's father at all. He put the bundles of vegetables on the stall with a smile: "The vegetables in the greenhouse have been fertilized too thickly, and they have grown so much that they can no longer be eaten, so they can only be sold."
Got it!"
"The food is quite juicy," the fellow smiled and picked up a bundle and put it on the electronic scale. "By the way, do you still kill pigs? The meat sold at the market looks a bit too inferior..."
Seeing that Zhou Zhenghai was a little embarrassed, the fellow villager smiled and added: "There are still many people in our village who have not bought New Year meat. Let me give you some statistics?"
"Okay..." Zhou Zhenghai nodded, took out a business card prepared by Zhou Yan from his pocket, and handed it over.
"Zhou Jialing, Zhou Zhenghai?"
"There's a phone up there!"
In just a short while, many acquaintances placed pork orders at the stall one after another, which made Mr. Zhou dumbfounded: I'm here to sell vegetables, okay?
The dishes brought out by the two men were not many, and they were all sold out in just over an hour.
After closing the stall, the two men just wanted to leave. But when passing by the couplet stall, Zhou Zhenghai suddenly remembered that his son's calligraphy was good, so he bought some couplet paper and pen and ink.
It's okay to write couplets, but what really gives Zhou Yan a headache is that his father used a "bitter trick" on himself and made him the main force in steaming steamed buns and cakes.
As soon as Zhou Yan showed signs of refusing, the old man's face was filled with sadness: "Your mother and I were so tired from picking vegetables the past two days that our backs ached. This year's steamed buns will all depend on you..."
If you only have your own home, it won't matter, but there are too many "users" who actively or passively place orders...
My aunt, who doesn't like doing anything at all, basically gave it a push when she received a call from Zhou Yan's mother. As for the second uncle, because the logistics business was busy at the end of the year, even the second aunt had to follow the car, so the task naturally fell to Zhou Yan.
As for Zhou Yan’s father-in-law Qin Fangyuan’s side, when he visits after the new year, he must bring some local specialties...
Even though Zhou Yan has Tai Chi Yin and Yang to coordinate forbidden hands, he is still a little powerless when faced with hundreds of kilograms of steamed buns and cakes...
After steaming steamed buns for two days in a row, Zhou Yan's unicorn arms became thicker again.
After the steamed buns and cakes were steamed, Zhou Yan still had no time to spare: several neighboring villages called again to buy pork.
It’s the 29th of the year and I finally have a chance to rest. Valentine’s Day is coming soon.
Although his girlfriend kept saying on the phone that she didn’t need gifts, the reserve in her words made Zhou Yan understand the subtext of this person: I don’t want the gifts you bought, as long as you prepare them yourself, I will
like.
Making small gifts is naturally a piece of cake for Zhou Yan, but the premise is that you have to be creative.
Fortunately, what Zhou Yan is most in need of is fantastic ideas.
The music box is the most appropriate gift that Zhou Yan can think of: Valentine's Day is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and the song "Only" is very suitable for the occasion.
Out of some special spiritual needs, Zhou Yan made several sets of sound tubes and picks in order to make the music as complete as possible.
Of course, if there are too many pronunciation mechanisms, the clockwork can no longer be used as power, and the stamina is insufficient, so a battery-driven small motor must be used as power.
First complete the overall design, then perfect the manufacturing process, and finally start production.
The eight-level skills Zhou Yan had mastered over the years were finally put to use again.
Years ago, a batch of thin steel plate samples of different thicknesses were just obtained from the newly established research institute of Shimen Special Steel. Zhou Yan used his steel plate sharp knife at home to cut them into pieces, or roll them into sound tubes, or cut them into dials.
piece.
The welding machine used was a pulse welder that the old man bought along with the electric welder when welding the plastic greenhouse at home a few years ago.
As for the transmission shafts and gears, Zhou Yan, who did not have a micro machine tool at hand, could only use steel rods and copper rods to cut them out with files.
It has to be said that the skills of an eighth-level craftsman are worth the sky-high price. After assembling it, I just slightly adjusted the pronunciation pick, and then connected the electrical part, and the pronunciation mechanism was completed.
The main part of the music box is relatively easy, with a wooden sound box theme and a Q version of Zhou Yan and Qin Ruoshu dancing the waltz on top.
After carving, polishing, painting, drying, and assembling, the music box is considered finished.
On the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, I cleaned the house, the new house, the old house, the pig house, and the plastic greenhouse.
On the 30th of the twelfth lunar month, after getting up early to help his father post couplets, Zhou Yan drove the pickup truck out of the garage and headed out.
As soon as I reached the door, I was stopped by my mother.
"Are you planning to go to Dongyang to spend Valentine's Day with Ruoshu?"
Mom, you know so much!
Zhou Yan nodded helplessly and glanced at the steamed buns and hair cakes in the old woman's hand: "Are these for your in-laws?"
"And..." Mrs. Zhou Yan looked in the direction of the greenhouse, "Wait a moment, Lao Zhou has picked some vegetables. We have nearly one pig left. Please bring some..."
By the time they finished loading the New Year's goods that the old couple gave to their in-laws, the sun had already climbed to the top of Fuyun Mountain.
On New Year's Eve, there are very few people traveling and there are only a few vehicles on the road.
When he arrived in the city, Zhou Yan did not go directly to the Qin family, but first went to the Dongyang branch of Anxin Mall to pick up the eternal flowers purchased from Caiyun Zhinan.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Under the smiling refusal of the left-behind staff, Zhou Yan threw down a New Year red envelope and continued to run away.
When he arrived downstairs at Qin's house, Zhou Yan picked up his cell phone and was about to make a call, but found that Qin Ruoshu had been waiting downstairs...
"This way..." Seeing Zhou Yan, Qin Ruoshu smiled and waved.
"Hehe, do you know what this is called, having a clear connection..."
What greeted Qin Ruoshu was a big bag of green vegetables: "Here, this is what my parents gave to their in-laws!"
Before Qin Ruoshu could speak, Zhou Yan took out a large bag of steamed buns and steamed cakes from the back seat: "These are also..."
Miss Qin was a little disappointed, but she still sent the things upstairs with Zhou Yan.
At the end of the year, there were many people booking New Year's Eve dinners in hotels. Naturally, Lao Qin was unable to return to his hometown in Qing'an. Qin's mother and Qin Ruoshu had no choice but to stay in Dongyang.
"Xiao Zhou, look at you, you are celebrating the Chinese New Year, your home is full of everything, what do you bring?!"
"This is my father and mother's wishes," Zhou Yan threw the woven bag on the coffee table, "We slaughtered a lot of pigs at home, and there is still some pork..."
After getting rid of the "feelings" of father and mother, the next step is the program for young people...
"Auntie, if the family is not busy, I would like to take Ruoshu out for a walk..."
"I'm not busy at home, you can go ahead!"
"Wait a moment……"
Qin Ruoshu hurried back to her room, took the gift she had prepared, carried it in her arms and followed Zhou Yan downstairs.
"Hey, are you still hiding it?"
Qin Ruoshu rolled her eyes weakly and opened the passenger door. Just as she was about to get in, she found a bear made of flowers on the seat.
After thinking about it, he turned around and looked at Zhou Yan: "Old Zhou, isn't this little bear cheap?"
"You only saw the little bear?"
Zhou Yan picked up the little bear by the belt around its neck. Behind it was a box wrapped with colorful ribbons.
"Inside here..."
Zhou Yan smiled and put the bear into Qin Ruoshu's hand: "What do you think?"
"Your ideas are so wild and unconstrained, how could I possibly guess it?" Qin Ruoshu rolled her eyes, took out the gift box from her arms, and put it in Zhou Yan's hand, "This is the chocolate I made with cocoa beans. It's the first time I've ever made it...
"
"Silly girl, why are you wasting so much time? Aren't there ready-made chocolates?" Zhou Yan smiled and put the chocolate aside and picked up the gift on the seat, "This is the music box I made myself..."
"Where's the music?"
"The "One" that blasts inward!"
Qin Ruoshu was stunned for a moment, blushed, stood up on tiptoes and pecked Zhou Yan on the cheek.
"Beauty, I forgot to tell you. I was too busy getting up in the morning and forgot to wash my face..."
"Just say it, don't think I don't know. After you get up every day, you exercise first and then wash up. There is never any deviation..."
