Vol 311 Chapter 1200: 1200 will be cloudy and cloudy [2-in-1]

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 they reluctantly left the show.

As far as the results of the battle are concerned...

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 Qiaoqiao 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, 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 - everyone had gone back to their homes during the Chinese New Year, and now no one wanted to sit here chatting, warming 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 oranges were placed on the plush cushions under the shack, and their meows were also cooing.

 Qiaoqiao paused, then took their plates, secretly opened the fresh-keeping cabinet, cut several pieces of pork and went in, then cracked two fresh eggs.

The egg white wrapped in the bright egg yolk is dangling on a few 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, right?" ?”

After feeding the big orange, a row of gray-haired squirrels shivered and stood on the wall. It must have been winter, and their thickened plush now looked much more pleasing to the eye than their bald appearance in summer.

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

Qiaoqiao couldn't help but imitate Ulan and said another sentence: "For 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. Then he placed the box on the wall with his feet.

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 hands, and he walked to the back mountain with ease.

There, the wild boar, whose ears and eyes were sharp enough to hear 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. When he heard Qiao Qiao coming, his ears twitched and he still fell into a deep sleep.

The fat and strong wild boar that had been raised quickly climbed onto the fence, looking particularly vicious.

In this deep winter, Qiaoqiao was supposed to cook all these things on the pig stove nearby, making them into a pot of mush before feeding 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 type, 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, preferably 12 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, the body size of wild boars is much smaller than that of large white pigs, so the piglets will not be difficult to give birth to because they are too big.

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 all this.

Qiaoqiao is now very familiar with feeding pigs. He picked up the bucket and poured it into 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 white?" Are you wearing patterns on your body like you did when you were young?”

“Does that little pig need to be cooked with pig food?”

This question is obviously beyond the scope of his knowledge, he said to himself, looking left and right at the moment, 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 comforted him with a familiar voice:

“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 treasures later and then bring you food. After eating, I will take you to your new post."

“Woof!”

The king has made preparations for the post. At this moment, he is standing there with majesty, 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. Ulan had never gotten up so late during the Chinese New Year in his life, and now he was enjoying himself for the first time.

After all, Song Dafang’s family used to come back every New Year’s Day.

With such a big family, it was natural for Ulan and Song Sancheng 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" anymore early in the morning. It's rare for her to relax, and she actually feels that it's pretty good.

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

“Ogawa took me to wash my hair last time and said that my hair would look good if it was permed. At that time, I didn’t like perming and dyeing it and it took me a long time 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 and opened the drawer again, found out a lipstick given by Lu Jing, took it out, and applied it decently.

The lips have blood color, and the person in the mirror instantly looks more energetic.

She was full of energy and confident. When she opened the door, she saw Qiaoqiao putting away last night's snack tray. He was stunned when he saw her:

“Mom, your mouth is so red! Do you want to eat dumplings later? [Ah—]”

Qiaoqiao gestured and opened her mouth wide: "-This is the best way to eat it. Otherwise, the color will fade."

This kid is so stupid. Ulan 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 is really good at dressing up. Look how pretty 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."

Ulandu didn’t need to think too much before he answered directly: “Every filling needs to be…”

“Didn’t I tell Wu Lei that we should go and drive directly since we are in the second grade of junior high school? He is driving the car here now. How will he come back later?”

With unfinished words stuck in his throat, Ulan stared at the old car in front of him, his good mood gone.

Tsk, it’s finally been a comfortable New Year, why do things keep happening one after another?

“Qiaoqiao, go and pick up your father, his brother is here.”

Isn’t he Song Sancheng’s biological brother?

The glass on the front of that familiar car was smashed by him!

Song Sancheng was confused when he put on his clothes and said, "Aren't they all broken? Why is the Chinese New Year here?"

"Who knows?" Ulan's good mood was interrupted, and his expression was very cold at the moment. He could only sum it up in two words:

“Nerve.”

Song Tan, on the other hand, heard the noise and went downstairs. He was watching Song Dafang's family opening the trunk and packing something. He waved his phone to Ulan:

“I just called my aunt and asked her. She said that the family would send a TV set to express filial piety before 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, Wu Lan’s eyes widened when he saw Song Dafang actually taking out a TV from the trunk.

“So small?!”

It’s just small.

Since smart TVs became popular, Song Tan has never seen such a small TV. Can this one be 30 inches?

Ulan burst into laughter. Now she was in a good mood and even walked over on her 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 man dressed like Ulan standing at the door looking at them.

As a result, I was waiting for the steps at home, and I stood on the real steps and watched motionless.

If there hadn't been a TV to keep on watching for a while, this face would have really gone to the ground.

Fortunately, they didn’t bring their son back today, otherwise where would their parents’ faces be?

Even so, it was still difficult for her to look natural when hearing Ulan's cynicism.

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, he probably hasn't visited the old house yet, right?

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

It’s not shameful enough.

Ulan 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 -

Having a square face with sunken cheeks, Qiaoqiao next to her had subconsciously smacked her cheeks again, which made Ulan almost laugh:

“Don’t act like this, it’s disrespectful.”

 Qiaoqiao 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 only arrived home in the evening yesterday. Why did he come to my house this early in the morning? Happy New Year?

To be honest, if Zhou Tianyu was so lively, why would his parents be so worried?

Ulan 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's greetings."

Zhou Tianyu was stunned for a moment, and then he responded with a smile: "Uncle, aunt, happy New Year!"

Turning his head to look at Song Dafang, he looked 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’s up? There are people selling door-to-door during the Chinese New Year.”

He has never met Song Dafang, or in other words, he met Song Dafang once in a while and quickly forgot about it. At this moment, 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 sell TV sets directly.”

“Are you looking at the children at home and deliberately selling them to the elderly? It would be unfilial to not buy them.”

He analyzed and shook his head:

“Look at you, you all support your family, and 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 a few surveillance cameras! Now all the elderly in the village have these installed in their homes.”

As soon as he said this, the old Song family burst into laughter.

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

Zhou Tianyu’s recommendation is reliable. Nowadays, every household doesn’t watch TV much and is thinking about clothing surveillance.

Song Dafang's face instantly turned purple.

He was just about to say something, but Zhou Tianyu's sales pitch was faster than him. Now he was smiling at the old Song family again, and he was sincerely persuading:

“Auntie, don’t buy this kind of TV. It’s a miscellaneous brand, there are too many 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, can the purchase price be two hundred? I can grab a lot of it on Tao Taobao."

Very good!

Song Tan could only applaud in his heart.

We haven’t seen each other in the past six months, Zhou Tianyu has made great progress! He was a little bit heartless, but every word he said was sharp!

It will be cloudy, cloudy!

(End of this chapter)

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