Chapter 978: Grandfathers' Leather Cotton Pants

Old Zhu was not intimidated at all, and at this moment he greeted them directly: "Yes, Zhu Jun is my granddaughter... The few beside me are all sworn brothers from my youth, as well as my own relatives... Coming here with such a thick face with so many people, sorry for the disturbance!"

"Oh my!" Wu Lan didn't think so at all: "What are you saying? Secretary Zhu is family. Everyone who comes is a relative... Hurry, hurry, hurry, it's cold outside, let's go inside and sit! The big room has the stove lit today."

Probably because they had been sitting in the car for a long time, the people who came were dressed quite thinly. Wu Lan also worriedly asked: "Did you bring thick clothes? If not, I'll take a few pairs of leather cotton pants for you to wear?"

There were dozens of pairs of leather cotton pants at home prepared to be sent out before the New Year, and they hadn't been sent out yet!

Just as she was leading people into the house, she heard a sound of a car, and the fifth black Audi of the same model also stopped slowly at the courtyard gate.

When the car stopped, the Song family was immediately a bit shocked. Because the driver got out of the car, his posture was upright, and he opened the back seat of the car smoothly, holding the roof of the car with one hand.

This movement was smooth and natural, as if it had been done a thousand or eight hundred times, which immediately made everyone dumbfounded.

My goodness! They were in the village every day, and they had never seen any junior serve their grandfather like this! Filial piety! But looking at it, there was always something wrong...

Song Song Sancheng looked at the line of elderly people and the line of upright young people with a puzzled look, thinking that the children of the sworn grandfathers of Secretary Zhu's family were not like them!

Just as he was about to say a few polite words, he saw the little old man in front of him laughing loudly: "Old Zhu, you are still a grandfather, your granddaughter is waiting for you on the side of the road, and you didn't recognize her at all! If you wait a moment, Little Jun will be crying."

There, she was pinching a piece of pickled cabbage with white stems and yellow leaves, which was soft and limp. It was probably just fished out of the pickle jar, and juice was still dripping down.

But that pickled cabbage looked really delicious! Otherwise, how could the girl in front of her eat it all in two or three bites, one piece after another?

And Song Qiao Song Qiao also quickly drilled out of the kitchen, holding pickled ginger in one hand and pickled radish in the other: "Sister, these two are also delicious! Which one do you want to eat?"

Cui Hui was just taking out the leather cotton pants when she saw the courtyard in a mess, and couldn't help but be stunned.

And Song Tan, under the eyes of everyone, broke off a leaf and stuffed it directly into her mouth...

As soon as she spoke, several young men with long legs and thin waists quickly stepped forward. Even though they didn't run, they entered the house in two or three steps, then piled the things by the wall, lining them up in a long row.

Old Zhu hurriedly ordered: "Little Du, go up the mountain with us and change your clothes—I remember you brought a pair of wool pants, right?"

Song Song Sancheng was completely numb!

Especially those brothers who were carrying big bags and small bags, looking very strong and diligent, unlike his own cousins.

Little Jun was stunned, subconsciously replying: "It's still early, almost 6 o'clock."

With Song Qiao Song Qiao's interruption, Secretary Zhu immediately took the upper hand. At this moment, she pushed open the living room door:

By the way, she had to shout at the kitchen: "Grandpa Qi, fish out a few more to eat! I think there's no need to stir-fry, eating them directly is the best."

He was so envious!

Song Song Sancheng became nervous. At this moment, watching Little Du carrying a few bags and walking towards this side, he hurriedly avoided: "What is this for? What is this for!"

"What wool pants!" Little Jun finally managed to speak in the chatter of the crowd: "Uncle, you are here in the village to play, don't wear such expensive ones. If they get burned or torn, it'll be a pity."

She suggested again: "I'll take a few pairs of leather cotton pants for you, they are really warm and durable."

And Song Tan came out of the kitchen at this time—

Cigarettes, liquor, cordyceps, bird's nest, ginseng...

"Secretary Sister! Are these all your grandfathers? Wow, you have so many brothers!"

"Gulp."

The box packaging was exquisite, especially the ginseng. The transparent box could see the posture of the ginseng fixed on the display board, and looking at the posture of several people, it seemed that they were going to send it to themselves.

Looking at the courtyard again, I saw a familiar girl wrapped in a small cotton-padded jacket, walking angrily towards this side, her skin was pink and white and her face was round, looking as familiar as if I had just seen her...

"Auntie, what time do we eat? I'll take Grandpa and the others up the mountain to change clothes first."

Old Zhu smiled: "Don't be nervous."

When Secretary Zhu walked over with a stiff face, a group of grandfathers hurriedly surrounded her: "Oh my! It's been a while since I saw Little Jun, she's grown so fair and blessed."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole courtyard became lively.

What kind of family is this that I should accept this gift?! How much of a favor would it take to pay it back? And this cigarette and liquor, this, this, how come they are all such expensive brands!

Old Zhu:??? What the hell?

"This pickled cabbage is really well pickled!"

Everyone was not a picky person, and didn't intend to stay honestly in the village. At this moment, they all agreed.

"Fine!"

I don't know who swallowed a mouthful of saliva quietly.

"Little Jun, have you solved your personal problems? Grandpa has a grandson..."

"Little Jun has become beautiful! I didn't recognize her after not seeing her for a few years!"

And Little Jun happily went into the house to rummage through the boxes, leaving Song Song Sancheng watching the juniors of each family turn around and open the trunk, taking out a pile of things.

"Alright!" The last Old Li was exceptionally easygoing: "My pants were bought by the children, they are expensive, and I feel uncomfortable wearing them anywhere... Leather cotton pants are quite good, give me one!"

Song Song Sancheng didn't even have time to open his mouth, and heard Secretary Zhu take a few pairs of leather cotton pants from Little Jun's hand:

"Yes, Little Jun used to be on the mountain every day, and later she worked outside for a few years, we haven't seen her..."

He took the things from Little Du's hand and stuffed them directly into Song Song Sancheng's hand: "Our Little Jun has also benefited a lot from us in the village, and we are here to disturb you again... It's not good not to accept it. These are all sent by others, and it's a pity if no one eats them at home... Where should I put them?"

"Come, come, come, put everything in that room."

Zhu Jun curled her lips: "They didn't recognize me... Alright, alright, we are all relatives when we come, don't say polite words. Grandpa, I see your down jackets are quite thick, but the pants are not good. Why don't I take you back to where you live to change clothes first?"

Then he was stunned, and found the familiar Secretary Zhu in the crowd, and a bright smile surged in his eyes:

"Hiss!" Old Zhu gasped!

Her granddaughter's video in the summer couldn't hide that tan! Where did I see it along the way?

In the middle of winter, she only wore a sweater, with her sleeves rolled up high, revealing her snow-white arms.

But everyone's eyes were fixed on the top—to be precise, they were fixed on her hands. ===== CHAPTER 979 =====