Chapter 1165: Cloudy with scattered clouds

Several people who hadn't been on the battlefield for nearly a year were now sitting in front of the mahjong table; even though Grandpa and Grandpa were old, they still insisted on playing mahjong until 3 AM.

Finally, almost under Song Tan's forced expulsion, they dispersed reluctantly.

As for the results...

Only Wu Lan won, 230 yuan.

And the result of fighting for half the night was that the next morning, except for Qiao Qiao, no one could get up early.

But Qiao Qiao didn't care about this at all!

Seventh Granduncle wasn't there, and his sister hadn't gotten up, so he was the master of this house!

At this moment, he first went to the backyard to add firewood to the heating stove in an extremely unplanned way, and then went to the fire room to start a fire.

When the fire in the stove was burning brightly, he came back to his senses a bit—it was the New Year, everyone had returned to their own homes, and now there was simply no one to sit here chatting, roasting by the fire, and eating snacks.

But the stove was already lit, so Qiao Qiao took a few sweet potatoes and placed them on top to bake slowly. It didn't matter if they were cooked or not, as long as the hot stove wasn't wasted.

Several orange cats meowed and gathered around him; the big orange cat curled up on the plush mat under the shed, and its meows were also coquettish.

Qiao Qiao paused, then took their plates, secretly opened the fresh-keeping cabinet, cut several pieces of pork into them, and "crack" cracked two fresh eggs.

The egg whites wrapped around the gorgeous egg yolks and swayed on the pieces of pork; they were trembling, not to mention how tempting they were.

If Boss Chang knew about this extravagant behavior, he would probably immediately become irreconcilable with the Golden Orange family!

But at this moment, Qiao Qiao, while carrying the plate, comforted himself in a low voice: "Big Orange didn't eat a better New Year's Eve dinner last night—only two fish don't count as New Year's Eve dinner! It should be fine to eat better on the first day of the New Year, right?"

After feeding the big orange cat, a row of gray-haired squirrels stood trembling on the wall; it was about winter, and their fur was thickened; at this moment, they looked much more pleasing to the eye than the bald appearance in summer.

They darted back and forth on the wall with agile movements, a pair of eyes staring at Qiao Qiao, also looking very pitiful.

Qiao Qiao couldn't help but learn from Wu Lan and mutter a sentence: "It's the New Year..."

He turned around and went directly into the warehouse, grabbed a box of dried corn kernels, a dozen hard chestnuts, a handful of soybeans, a handful of rice grains, and then stood on tiptoe and placed the box on the wall.

Several squirrels quickly surrounded it; before long, the empty box swayed in the morning breeze and fell to the ground with a "clatter".

Qiao Qiao hid the box and went to the kitchen to take out the old red bucket.

The red bucket was full, containing not only cabbage leaves but also radish heads, radish skins, watermelon skins, plenty of rice bran, sweet potatoes that were too small to eat, some dried corn kernels, dried pumpkin, and messy eggshells, etc.

The heavy bucket was easily carried in his hand, and then he went to the back mountain with light movements.

There, the wild boar, which had already heard the movement in the courtyard, was screaming with its throat, as if it had been hungry for nine meals in three days.

The Big King was stubbornly standing its last post; at this moment, it was sleeping in its doghouse; hearing that it was Qiao Qiao coming, its ears moved, but it still slept deeply.

The wild boar, which had been raised to be strong and sturdy, quickly climbed onto the fence, looking exceptionally fierce.

In this winter, Qiao Qiao should have boiled these things in the pig food stove on the side, into a pot of paste, to feed the pigs. But there were only three pigs left in the pigsty, one big and two small, one male, one female, and one big white sow.

With their physique, there was no need to heat the food. With the effort of boiling pig food, their loud voices could wake everyone in the Song family up.

Including that big white sow.

Because of the breed, it looked even bigger than the wild boar mother next to it; I don't know how strong it would be.

Wu Lan pinned all the hopes of the piglets in the coming spring on it; it would be best if it had 12 piglets in one litter, so they wouldn't even need to buy piglets.

As for the boar...

Isn't that the little wild boar that the Big King finally brought back, which had already grown up and matured.

And the wild boar's physique was much smaller than the big white sow's, so giving birth to piglets wouldn't cause dystocia because they were too big.

And it would be best for the wild boar mother to mate with a black pig, so the piglets born wouldn't be too big, but the meat would be very fragrant, which was also perfect!

Wu Lan had already calculated these bits and pieces.

Qiaoqiao is now quite skilled at feeding the pigs; he lifts the bucket and pours it into the trough, and the three pigs immediately crowd over, eating with loud smacking sounds without even lifting their heads.

He stood there and looked seriously, suddenly a bit curious: "Mom said to buy a boyfriend for the pig mother in spring, and also separate the pens, and move them to the river beach together... are the piglets born white, or do they have patterns on their bodies like you when you were young?"

"Do those piglets need to be boiled with pig food?"

This question obviously exceeded his knowledge category; he talked to himself, looking left and right, but couldn't find the answer.

Watching the three pigs sweep away the pig food like a storm, and still not full, Qiao Qiao paused, and then comforted them familiarly:

"I'll send the rest to you after we finish breakfast."

Then he waved to the Big King: "Big King, I'll go to the factory to feed the other treasures later and then bring you food; after eating, I'll take you to the new post."

"Woof!"

The Big King was already prepared for the post adjustment; at this moment, it stood there majestically, and the red bib on its chest was even more shining.

By the time these things were handled, it was already past 9 o'clock in the morning; Wu Lan had never gotten up so late in her life, and now that she was enjoying it, she actually felt quite comfortable.

After all, every year on the first day of the New Year, Song Dafang's family would come back.

With such a big family, entertaining them naturally fell to Wu Lan and Song Sancheng, so they had to get up early.

But now, it seemed Song Dafang wouldn't come back again. And the children in the village who used to come to pay New Year's greetings everywhere before dawn had gradually grown up; no one came to shout "Happy New Year!" early in the morning anymore; she was rarely relaxed and actually felt it wasn't bad at all.

The room was warm and cozy. She dawdled while putting on her new clothes, then put on her big gold necklace and big gold ring. As she flipped her hair in front of the mirror, she couldn't help but feel a bit regretful:

"Last time Xiao Chuan's mom took me to wash my hair and said my hair would definitely look good if it were permed. I disliked that it would take half a day to fold it, so I didn't do it... now looking at it, it's really not stylish enough."

Song Sancheng didn't even open his eyes and hummed a few times as a response.

Fortunately, Wu Lan didn't care; at this moment, she opened the drawer and found a lipstick given by Lu Jing, applying it properly.

With color on her lips, the person in the mirror instantly looked much more energetic.

She was high-spirited and full of confidence, opening the door, only to see Qiao Qiao tidying up the snack plate from last night, and he was stunned when he saw her:

"Mom, your mouth is so red! Are you going to 【Ah—】 when eating dumplings later?"

Qiao Qiao gestured and opened his mouth wide: "—You have to eat it like this. Otherwise, the color will fade."

This child, silly and stupid.

Wu Lan didn't care at all, but became proud instead: "It's red, right? Your Brother Lu Chuan's mom has good taste; she really knows how to dress up; look at how correct this color is—"

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

Qiao Qiao nodded, not feeling troubled at all: "Okay, Mom, what filling do you want to eat? I'll only cook for you."

Wu Lan didn't even need to consider and answered directly: "I want every filling..."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly heard a roar of a car outside the courtyard; she was stunned and couldn't help but stand up:

"Didn't we say we would go drive the car directly on the second day with Wu Lei? He drove the car over now; how will he go back later—"

The unfinished words were stuck in her throat; Wu Lan stared at the old car in front of her, and her good mood vanished.

Tsk, it was hard to have a comfortable New Year, why did things keep coming one after another?

"Qiao Qiao, go, pull your dad up; his own brother is here."

Isn't it Song Sancheng's own brother?

The glass in front of that familiar sedan was broken by him!

When Song Sancheng put on his clothes and got up, he was confused: "Didn't they all break off? Why did they come during the New Year?"

"Who knows." Wu Lan's good mood was interrupted; at this moment, her expression was very cold, summarizing in two words:

"Crazy."

It was Song Tan who heard the movement and went downstairs; at this moment, looking at Song Dafang's family opening the trunk and tidying up something, she shook her phone at Wu Lan:

"I just called Auntie and asked; Auntie said this family was coming to send a TV to show filial piety before the New Year..."

Wu Lan curled her lips disdainfully: "The house has been built for half a year; sending a TV now, the day lily is already cold. Besides, sitting in this small car with their whole family, look if it can still hold a TV?"

Just as she was speaking, she saw Song Dafang really move a TV out of the trunk; Wu Lan's eyes widened—

"So small?!"

Isn't it small?

Since smart TVs became popular, Song Tan hadn't seen such a small TV; this one could be 30 inches at most?

Wu Lan "pfft" laughed; at this moment, her good mood was super doubled, and she even took the initiative to walk over:

"Yo yo yo! What is this for?"

Mao Li's expression was still a bit uncomfortable—as soon as she got off the car, she saw Wu Lan standing at the door dressed like an upstart looking at them.

As a result, their side was dawdling waiting for a step, but the person was standing on the real step looking at them without moving.

If it weren't for the TV to dawdle for a while, this face would really be stepped on the ground.

Fortunately, she didn't bring her son and the others back today, otherwise where would the faces of these parents go?

But even so, hearing Wu Lan's sarcasm, she still couldn't express herself naturally.

It was Song Dafang who had his own bearing: "Sister-in-law, Happy New Year; why didn't I see Qiao Qiao and the others go to pay New Year's greetings to the old man?"

Old man?

The old man and old lady didn't go home after having fun playing mahjong last night and were lying warmly in their own bedroom. Looking at Song Dafang's appearance, he was afraid he hadn't gone to the old house to see yet?

What? Intending to hold this small TV personally and circle the village three times before sending it over?

It wasn't embarrassing enough.

Wu Lan was very disdainful.

She was just about to speak to choke him, when suddenly she saw another familiar person circling over from the bamboo forest path—

Square face, cheeks sunken inward; Qiao Qiao beside him had subconsciously sucked his cheeks again, making Wu Lan almost laugh out loud:

"Not allowed to make this weird face; it's disrespectful."

Qiao Qiao was also a bit embarrassed: "I... I don't want to either... but seeing Brother Tianyu makes me want to do it..."

That's right, the one coming was Zhou Tianyu!

I heard he only arrived home yesterday evening; what is he doing coming to our house early this morning? Paying New Year's greetings?

Honestly, if Zhou Tianyu had this kind of energy, why would his parents worry so much?

Wu Lan instantly left Song Dafang aside and asked enthusiastically: "Tianyu, why did you come over? You are about to form a family; if you come to pay New Year's greetings again, I won't have any red envelopes."

Zhou Tianyu was stunned, sure enough paused before laughing and reacting: "Uncle, Aunt, Happy New Year!"

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

"What? Is there someone selling door-to-door during the New Year?"

He hadn't seen Song Dafang, or rather, occasionally saw him once during a festival and quickly forgot; at this moment, looking at the small box with something written on it, he advised:

"You are quite keeping up with the times; before, you went door-to-door selling God of Wealth paintings, now you sell TVs directly."

"Is it because you saw that the children in the family have all come back, so you deliberately pushed it to the elderly? Not buying means not filial."

He analyzed while shaking his head:

"Look at you, everyone is making a living; it's not easy to run so far to do sales during the New Year. But you have to find the right market positioning!"

"My grandparents don't even bother to use this kind of small TV; how can this be sold?"

"If you have that effort, it's better to sell a few monitors! Now elderly people in the village all want to install this."

As soon as this was said, the Song family "pfft" laughed first.

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

Zhou Tianyu's recommendation was reliable; now every household didn't watch TV much and were all pondering installing monitors.

Song Dafang's face instantly turned purple.

He just wanted to say something, but Zhou Tianyu's sales mouth was faster than him; at this moment, he only smiled at the Song family and sincerely advised:

"Aunt, don't buy this kind of TV; it's a miscellaneous brand, has many ads, many charging items, and watching TV isn't clear, and the screen is small..."

He rattled off a pile of shortcomings without giving Song Dafang a chance to speak:

"Actually, big TVs don't cost much now; pick whatever you like from 1000 to over 10,000; there's no need to buy this kind."

"So small, can the wholesale price be two hundred? You can grab a handful on Taobao."

Good, good, good!

Song Tan almost clapped in her heart.

After not seeing him for half a year, Zhou Tianyu had made great progress! He was still a bit mindless, but these words were sharp knives!

Cloudy, scattered clouds! ===== CHAPTER 1166 =====