Song Tan Jishi

Several people who have not been on the battlefield for nearly a year are now sitting at the mahjong table. Even though their grandfather and grandfather 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 that he reluctantly left the show.

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 house!

At this moment, he 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 - during the Chinese New Year, everyone went 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 slowly. It doesn't matter if it's cooked or not, as long as the hot stove doesn't waste it.

Several orange meows surrounded him. The big orange was sitting on the plush cushion under the shack, and their calls 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, a row of gray-haired squirrels shivered and stood on the wall of Daju. It must have been winter, and their thickened plush now looked much more pleasing to the eye than their bald appearance in summer.

They scurried back and forth on the wall quickly, staring at Qiaoqiao with their eyes, looking very pitiful.

Qiao Qiao couldn't help but imitate Ulan and said another sentence: "It's the Chinese New Year..."

He turned around and went directly into the warehouse. After a while, 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.

Several squirrels quickly surrounded it, and not long after, the empty box swayed in the morning wind and clattered 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 hand, and then he went to the back mountain easily.

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 on his last guard duty. He was sleeping in his kennel at the moment. Hearing 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, Qiao Qiao was supposed to cook all these things to a pulp on the pig stove nearby, and then feed them to the pigs. But now there are only three pigs left in the pig pen, one big and two small, one male, one female and one big white pig sow.

With their body structure, they don't need to heat food at all. With a little bit of skill in 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.

Ulan 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 don't 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 do you still have patterns on your body like you did when you were young?”

"Does that little pig have to cook 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 delivered 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 with majesty at the moment, and the red bib on his chest is shining more and 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 such a big 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. And the children in the village who used to go around paying New Year's greetings before dawn have gradually grown up, and no one comes to shout "New Year's greetings" in the early morning anymore. It's rare for her to relax, and she actually feels that it's pretty good.

It was warm in the room. She took her time to put on her new clothes, and put on her big gold chain and big gold ring. When she flipped her hair in front of the mirror, she couldn't help but regret:

"Last time Xiaochuan took me to wash my hair, saying that my hair would look good if it was permed. At that time, I disliked the perm and dyeing, which took me a long time to do, 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, Wulan didn't care at this moment and opened the drawer again, found out a lipstick given by Lu Jing, took it out, and applied it decently.

The lips turned red, and the person in the mirror instantly looked 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 to [ah——] when you eat dumplings later?"

Qiao Qiao gestured and opened her mouth wide: "——You have 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 at how nice the color is -"

"Oh, I've been tired for half my life, and it's time for me to enjoy it. Qiaoqiao, hurry up and serve me a bowl of dumplings."

Qiaoqiao 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 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? He's driving the car here now. What's going to happen 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 so easy to spend the New Year comfortably, why do things keep happening one after another?

"Qiaoqiao, go and pick up your dad. 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 coming?"

"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 to ask. She said that the family would be sending TV sets to express their 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 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 had never seen such a small TV. Can this one be 30 inches?

Ulan burst into laughter. Now his good mood doubled, and he even walked over on his own initiative:

"Yo yo yo! What are you doing?"

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 her expression naturally when she heard Ulan's cynicism.

Song Dafang still had 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, he probably hasn't visited the old house yet, right?

What? Do you plan to carry this small TV around the village three times before delivering it to it?

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 sucked her cheeks again, which made Ulan almost 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's Zhou Tianyu who's here!

I heard that he just got home yesterday evening, so what is he doing here so early in the morning? Happy New Year?

To be honest, if Zhou Tianyu was this lively, why would his parents worry so much?

Ulan immediately put Song Dafang aside, and then asked enthusiastically: "Tianyu, why are you here? You are about to get married, and I don't have any red envelopes for you to come and pay New Year's greetings."

Zhou Tianyu was stunned, and indeed paused for a while before responding with a smile: "Uncle, aunt, happy new year!"

Turning his head to look at Song Dafang, then look at his old old car, and then look at the TV he was holding solemnly in his hand, he couldn't help but be stunned:

"What? There are still people selling door-to-door during the New Year."

He had never seen Song Dafang, or he would forget it quickly after occasionally seeing him on holidays. At this moment, looking at the small box with something about TV written on it, he advised:

"You are quite up to date In the past, they sold God of Wealth portraits door-to-door, but now they sell TVs directly. "

"Is it because the children are back home that they deliberately sell to the elderly? If they don't buy, they are not filial."

As he analyzed, he shook his head:

"Look at you, everyone has to support their families. It's not easy to come so far to sell during the New Year. But you have to find the right market positioning!"

"My grandparents don't even want to use this small TV. How can it be sold?"

"If you have that much time, you might as well sell some surveillance cameras! Now the elderly in the village have to install this at home."

When he said this, the old Song family laughed.

Don't say it, don't say it!

Zhou Tianyu's recommendation is reliable. Nowadays, every household doesn't watch TV much, and they are all thinking about installing surveillance cameras.

Song Dafang's face suddenly swelled purple.

He was about to say something, but Zhou Tianyu's salesmanship was faster than his. Now he smiled at the old Song family and persuaded them sincerely: "Aunt, don't buy this kind of TV. It's a cheap brand, with a lot of ads and many charges. You can't see the TV clearly, and the screen is small..." He listed a lot of shortcomings and didn't give Song Dafang a chance to speak: "Actually, big TVs don't cost much now. You can pick any from more than 1,000 to tens of thousands. You can buy any you like. There's no need to buy this kind." "It's so small, can the purchase price be 200? You can find a lot of them on Taobao." Good, good, good! Song Tan almost applauded in his heart. In the past six months, Zhou Tianyu has made great progress! He is still a little bit stupid, but every word of his words is like a sharp knife! It will be cloudy, cloudy!