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? After the eldest son of the Chen family went to the party|school to report, the second son of the Chen family was too embarrassed to stay here with Song Fengchen, and bid farewell to Song Fengchen within two days.
Seeing that Song Fengchen couldn't persuade him to stay, he could only let him go.
Before leaving, he took out the things he had prepared a long time ago, pointed to the sack on the left hand side and said, "These are for the second sister-in-law, you take them back."
When the Chen brothers came to the capital, they brought a lot of things, such as Pu'er tea, ham, bacon, various dried wild mushrooms, pickled olives, Gastrodia elata, dried beef the scattered items weighed no less than two hundred catties. There are even thirty catties of buckwheat noodles.
Half of this pile was for Song Fengchen.
? To reciprocate, Song Fengchen had to prepare some gifts in return.
Because of the hot weather, there is no way to bring roast duck, so he can only prepare some Beijing specialties such as chestnuts, preserved fruits, donkey rolls, and crispy candies, and add some seafood such as dried sandworms, sea cucumbers, and abalones.
After finishing speaking, Song Fengchen pointed to the sack on the right: "These are for my second sister, please pass them on to her."
The contents of the two sacks are the same.
"Hey!" It's okay if it's only his family's share, and with Song Lanzhi added, the second child of the Chen family doesn't know how to evade it, so in the end he can only answer in embarrassment.
"That's right." As if remembering something, Song Fengchen turned around and took out three sticks of Zhonghua cigarettes from the cabinet in the corner, and handed them to the second son of the Chen family: "I remember you smoked cigarettes too, this is for you."
"No, no, no." Seeing the things in Song Fengchen's hands, the second son of the Chen family subconsciously refused.
He has worked in the supply and marketing cooperative for more than ten years, so he naturally knows the price of Zhonghua cigarettes. Like the one in Song Fengchen's hands, a pack costs one yuan and thirty-five cents, and three packs cost more than forty yuan, which is equivalent to his cigarettes. One month's salary.
"You can take it if I give it to you, and your elder brother has it too." Song Fengchen couldn't help but stuff the things into his luggage.
The three grandparents of the Xu family have a quota of Zhonghua cigarettes every month, and they don't smoke, so these cigarettes naturally belong to Song Fengchen.
It's just that Song Fengchen's addiction to smoking is not heavy, and he used snuff some time ago - one is to match the two snuff bottles that Xu Shujian gave him before; two is that the snuff will not bring tar and other substances into the lungs without burning , and will not cause second-hand smoke to harm Xu Shujian.
After going back and forth, the family has saved a lot of cigarettes, there are always a dozen or twenty, and Song Fengchen is worried that he doesn't know what to do with them.
"Okay then, thank you third uncle!" Song Fengchen had already talked about this, and the second son of the Chen family could only accept it.
Send off the Chen family brothers, and continue to live a normal life.
The little thing has been a little irritable recently, jumping up and down, Xu Shujian can see it.
"Isn't spring here?" You know, spring is a restless season.
Song Fengchen joked casually that he was in a good mood at the moment, because he just got a set of purple clay pot tea set in the morning, and he exchanged two boxes of Baohan Ningxiang's ink ingots from Mr. Gu Jingzhou. I'm thinking about giving it to Xu Shujian on June 10th, which is the fifth anniversary of their relationship.
"Is that so?" Xu Shujian was dubious: "I remember it wasn't like this two years ago."
"Maybe he has grown up." Song Fengchen said casually, he was completely out of shape.
Speaking of ink ingots, he remembered that a few days ago, Xu Shujian asked him how many boxes of ink ingots he wanted to give away. There was no stock at home, so he had to make some more.
"Really?" Xu Shujian thought deeply, then frowned slightly.
So here comes the question, where should he go to find a wife for his son.
Hearing this, the little thing who was about to throw himself into Song Fengchen's arms suddenly fell to the ground. Seeing the unreliable appearance of the shit shoveler and his father, it began to doubt whether its decision was right.
"It's a hot day, what kind of hat do you wear at home?" Xu Shujian, who was about to enter the kitchen, passed the little thing, and took off the sun hat that was turned upside down on its head.
The little thing froze, his two front paws stiffened and touched his empty head, and the sound of his luck being shattered was clear and sweet.
It sniffed, drooped its head, and threw itself into the arms of the big guy behind it.
Hey, hey, don't play like this.
As expected, the big guy looked like this. It licked the little thing's ears, carefully comforting it.
Zheng Dehui's 70th birthday happened to be Tuesday, so Xu Shujian and Song Fengchen specially took a day off to celebrate their birthday.
Zheng Dehui didn't call either.It's a big deal, just invited some familiar people to have a drink at home, and there are only two tables in total.
Having enough food and wine, Song Fengchen and Xu Shujian helped clear the table.
No one was watching, the little thing was free, and it saw all the old men on the sofa at a glance, and its eyes lit up.
These people should always be more reliable than shit shovelers!
"Brother Zheng's craftsmanship is really worth mentioning." Guo Bingsheng said with a smile.
"It's not¡ª" In the middle of speaking, Xu Junmin let out a "huh" and turned his head.
All I saw was a little monkey dragging an equally small sun hat and struggling to climb up the coffee table.
The little monkey suppressed the panic in his heart, summoned up his courage, and wandered around on the coffee table, looking back and forth at the five people sitting on the sofa with his round eyes.
Guo Bingsheng and others stopped talking and watched the little monkey's movements with great interest.
In the end, the little monkey rolled his eyes, stood in front of the oldest Mr. Wei, picked up his hat and put it on his head, and bowed in a serious manner.
After finishing, it looked at Mr. Wei expectantly.
Old Mr. Wei was amused, he smiled and said: "Little" Monkey, are you going to juggle for us?
"Wait a minute¡ª" Seeing this scene, Mr. Liu, who has done geological work for decades, traveled all over the country, and has a lot of knowledge, had a flash of inspiration, and quickly interrupted Mr. Wei: "Don't talk yet."
"Huh?" Mr. Wei subconsciously looked at Mr. Liu.
The little monkey's eyes lit up, and he obviously realized something. He took small steps and stood in front of Mr. Liu, repeating the gesture of bowing his hands just now.
Mr. Liu said in his heart that sure enough, he leaned over, eye-to-eye with the little monkey, and said, "You really look like a human being!"
Hearing this, a golden light suddenly flashed on Little Thing's body, and Mr. Liu felt a blur in front of his eyes. When he fixed his eyes and looked again, Little Thing had already jumped in front of him, hugged his face, kissed him fiercely, and then jumped up and down. Jump away.
"What's the matter?" Old Mr. Wei asked.
Old Mr. Liu smiled brightly, and said cheerfully: "The little guy is asking for justice!"
"Ask for a seal?" Guo Bingsheng and the others all looked puzzled.
Mr. Liu had no choice but to explain: "As the name suggests, spiritual animals ask us for a title. Usually these animals are old and have good morals. When they have cultivated to a certain level, they need a verbal title from humans to be able to do so." Transform into a human form so that they can further cultivate into immortals. When they are begged for seals, they usually learn the movements and dresses of humans. If the person being bewitched says something wrong and points out its prototype, it means that the begging has failed. How many years have you practiced, how many years will you have to postpone the next chance to seek title."
Hearing this, Mr. Wei couldn't help taking a deep breath, and he couldn't help but feel lucky in his heart. Fortunately, Mr. Liu interrupted him in time, otherwise he would have made a big mistake.
But after thinking about it, he lived to be more than seventy years old, and this was the first time he saw a living fairy!
¡ª¡ªIt¡¯s still the domesticated kind.
Mr. Liu, who was also very pleasantly surprised, turned his head to look at Xu Junmin, stroked his beard, and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, I have to congratulate Brother Xu on the addition of a family member."
Everyone present didn't know that Xu Shujian treated the little thing like a son.
Mr. Liu is right, the family has indeed imported, but not one, but two.
Hearing what happened here, Song Fengchen had a complex expression on his face. With his ability, he could naturally see that the little thing had just started practicing for a few years, so why did he suddenly transform into form?
But when he was going to ask the little thing to understand, he didn't even find a monkey hair, and the big guy was missing along with it.
Song Fengchen was thoughtful.
Sure enough, as soon as I got home, I saw a man in his thirties hugging a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy on the sofa watching TV.
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