Song Tan Jishi

Lao Zhu didn't have any stage fright at all, and now he went up to him directly: "Yes, Mr. Zhu is my granddaughter...these people next to me are all my brothers who I admired when I was young, as well as my own relatives...this There are so many people here, so I’m sorry to bother you!”

"Ah!" Wulan didn't think so: "What are you talking about? Xiao Zhu, the Party Secretary, is one of his own, and everyone here is a relative... Come on, come on, it's cold outside, let's sit in the house! That big house will turn on the stove today It’s also burned.”

These people who came all the way by car were probably wearing very thin clothes. Ulan asked worriedly: "Did you bring any thick clothes? If not, can I bring you some lint pants?"

I have dozens of pairs of lint pants at home that I plan to give away before the Chinese New Year, but they haven’t been given away yet!

Just as they were leading people into the house, they heard the sound of a car, and a fifth black Audi car of the same model slowly stopped at the entrance of the courtyard.

When the car stopped, the old Song family was immediately shocked. Because the driver got out of the car and had an upright posture, he easily opened the back seat of the car and held the roof of the car with one hand.

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

Be good! They are in the village every day, and they have never seen anyone's younger generation serve their grandfather like this! Filial piety! But something seems wrong...

Song Sancheng glanced puzzledly from the elderly people in this Shui'er to the upright young people in Yi Shui'er, thinking that the children of the little Zhu Zhu's grandfathers were not like They!

Just as he was about to say a few polite words, the little old man in front of him burst out laughing: "Lao Zhu, you are still a grandfather. Your granddaughter is waiting for you on the roadside, but you didn't recognize her at all. ! I will make Xiaojun cry in a moment."

As soon as he said this, the whole courtyard immediately became lively.

Lao Zhu:? ? ? What the hell?

My granddaughter Xia Tian’s video can’t stop her from being so dark and skinny! Where have you seen this along the way?

Looking outside the yard again, I saw a familiar girl wrapped in a big cotton-padded jacket, walking towards here angrily. Her skin was pink and her face was round. She looked familiar as if she had seen her just now...

"Hiss!" Lao Zhu gasped!

When Party Secretary Xiao Zhu came over with a sullen face, a group of grandfathers quickly gathered around him and said, "Oh! It's been a while since I've seen you, Xiaojun, look so fair and fair. You are so lucky."

"Junjun, have you solved your personal problem? Grandpa has a grandson..."

"Xiaojun is so beautiful! I haven't recognized her since I haven't seen her for several years!"

"Yes, Xiaojun used to be in the mountains every day, and then he went to work for a few years, and we haven't seen him..."

Zhu Jun curled his lips: "You didn't even recognize me... Okay, okay, we are all relatives here, so I won't say any polite words. Grandpa, I think your down jacket is quite thick, but these pants are not enough. How about you first?" Can I take you back to your place to change clothes?"

"OK!"

Lao Zhu quickly ordered: "Xiao Du, let's go up the mountain together and you should also change your clothes - I remember I have a pair of wool trousers, right?"

"Why are you wearing woolen pants?" Ulan was finally able to speak in the midst of everyone's chatter: "Uncle, when you come to the village to play, don't wear expensive ones. You'll feel bad if you get burned or torn. "

She suggested again: "Let me get you some leather cotton pants. They are really warm and durable."

"Okay!" Old Man Li, who came last, was particularly free and easy: "My children bought these pants. They are expensive and I feel uncomfortable wearing them... The leather cotton pants are very good. Give me a pair!"

Everyone is not a picky person and has no intention of staying in the village, so it's time to do it.

Ulan happily went into the house and rummaged through the boxes, leaving Song Sancheng to watch as the juniors from each family turned around and opened the trunk again, taking out a bunch of things.

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

The box was beautifully packaged, especially the ginseng. Through the transparent box, you could see the ginseng placed on the display board, and looking at the postures of several people, it seemed as if it was about to be delivered to you.

Song Sancheng's whole body was numb!

What kind of family does he accept this gift from? ! How much of a favor does it take to return this? And how come these cigarettes and alcohol, these and this, are all such expensive brands!

Song Sancheng became nervous. At this moment, he saw that Xiao Du was walking this way with several bags of things, and quickly avoided: "What are you doing? What are you doing!"

But Lao Zhu smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous."

He took the thing from Xiao Du's hand and stuffed it directly into Song Sancheng's hand: "Our Xiaojun has also benefited from us a lot in the village, and we are here to disturb you again... I would be embarrassed if I didn't accept it." . These are all gifts from others. It would be bad to leave them at home without anyone eating them... Where should I put them?"

Wulan was coming out with his lint pants when he saw the commotion in the yard and was stunned.

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

"This pickled cabbage is so good!"

In the middle of winter, she was only wearing a sweater, with her sleeves rolled up high, exposing her snow-white forearms.

But everyone's eyes were fixed on it - to be precise, on her hands.

There is a piece of soft pickled cabbage with white stems and yellow leaves. It must have just been taken out of the pickle vat, and the juice is still dripping down.

And Song Tan, in full view of everyone, broke off a leaf and stuffed it into his mouth...

"Gulu."

I don't know who swallowed quietly.

But that pickled cabbage looks really delicious! Otherwise, why would the girl in front of me eat one piece after another and finish it in just two or three bites?

By the way, I also shouted to the kitchen: "Seventh cousin, take out a few more and eat them! I think it's best to eat them directly without cooking."

And Qiaoqiao quickly emerged from the kitchen, holding pickled ginger in one hand and pickled radish in the other: "Sister, these two are delicious too! Which one do you want?"

Then he was stunned and found the familiar Party Secretary Xiao Zhu among the crowd, with a bright smile in his eyes:

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

He is so envious!

Especially these brothers are carrying big and small bags of things in their hands. They look very strong and diligent, unlike their own cousins.

With Qiao Qiao's interruption, Party Secretary Xiao Zhu immediately grasped the upper hand and directly opened the door of the living room:

"Come on, come on, put everything in this room."

As soon as she spoke, several young men with long legs and thin waists quickly stepped forward. He didn't even start running, he just entered the house in a few steps, and then piled things against the wall, forming a long row.

Song Sancheng didn't even have the time to open his mouth when he heard Party Secretary Xiao Zhu take a few pairs of leather cotton pants from Ulan:

"Auntie, when will we have dinner? I'll take grandpa and the others up the mountain to change clothes first."

Wu Lan was stunned and subconsciously replied: "It's still early, almost 6 o'clock."