Restart the Flying Age

In childhood memories, the period from childhood to New Year's Eve is the happiest and most fulfilling period.

Enriched, fresh food every day, full of mouth, delicious and enjoyable.

Now Shi Ziheng is in this state, eating rice cones for a long time without talking, holding a bowl of fragrant soy juice, and can't help but drink diabetes.

This makes Heidan and Xiaojiang look down on them.

The two children filed a complaint with Wu Tao more than once. How come this relative from Baodao has never seen the world like this?

In fact, not only him, but even Shi Qianxue, a college student from Taiwan, is not much better.

Since entering the young year, the snack bars in the city, closed, and holidays, have nowhere to eat.

Shi Guangyao pulled her back to the guest house to eat, but she insisted on not; instead, she followed Wu Tao and Fang Yuan to go home to eat every day.

On the day I went home to eat, I was catching up with Zhang Huilan making tofu.

When the brine was ordered, Shi Qianxue's saliva was too much to contain the tofu brains and half-precipitated.

Swallow straight down.

After a while, the big sea bowl was filled with soy sauce and vinegar, sesame powder, crushed peanuts, and coriander were sprinkled on it, which made people appetite.

Wu Tao led the two cousins, holding a large sea bowl, and sitting on the stone table under the grape rack in the courtyard to eat.

When they came out of the kitchen, the three bowls were still full, but when they got under the grape rack, Shi Qianxue's bowl was half down!

How can it be so hot?

Wu Tao looked at Fang Yuan, his cousin looked puzzled.

That's not even counted. When Wu Tao finished the first bowl, Shi Qianxue had already taken out the third bowl from the kitchen...

This is a foodie with endless potential! Whoever marries is unlucky.

However, this is just the beginning.

After making the tofu, the remaining bean dregs are washed with water, kneaded and pressed, and a lot of juice can be left. Add japonica rice, and the burnt rice porridge is particularly sweet.

In previous years, Wu Tao could drink this kind of rice porridge during the Spring Festival.

However, this year, I only drank on the 26th of the twelfth lunar month, and it was gone.

Why is this? Wu Tao asked his mother, Zhang Huilan looked at Shi Qianxue innocently, and left without saying a word.

Holding the sea bowl, Shi Qianxue eagerly followed Zhang Huilan and asked, "When will the family make tofu again?"

Fang Yuan looked at her back and faintly said: "She drinks three bowls a day without losing a single meal. Why are you talking about it?"

Ever since, Wu Tao decided to buy a weight scale and put it at home...

Of course, during this period, it is also a day for ushered in and sent off in the countryside.

The family received a lot of New Year's goods and souvenirs.

There are gifts from Wu Binghua’s apprentices and construction team members, thank you for having work and money this year.

There was also a gift from the victim of the Xu Accounting fraud case, thanking the Wu family for stabilizing the hearts of the people at the critical moment.

Of course, I will not deliberately count who sent it and who did not send it.

But in the hearts of Wu Binghua and the couple, there is naturally a steelyard. Those who value love and righteousness and are worthy of friendship are all in mind.

Even Gao Jinda and Lao Ding, the head of the village, came over to talk with two bottles of old wine one after another.

There is no way, no one is strong in the situation.

In a blink of an eye, the twenty-ninth of the twelfth lunar month, the next day is New Year's Eve, which is the day of the ancestor worship ceremony.

After dinner, Wu Binghua stopped Wu Tao and walked for a while in the vineyard.

In the ridges under the grape trusses, the strawberry seedlings under the film reveal a delightful emerald green.

"These days, many folks come home. Looking at the situation in our family, all of them are very envious. In addition to the words, they are all looking forward to us giving an idea, pointing out the way to make money, and I will recommend it to you. Yes. Tomorrow when you are worshipping the ancestors, if someone asks about you, you can talk about it if you think about it."

"This matter!" Wu Tao pondered for a while, then said with ease: "This matter is not difficult."

"...If someone asks you in the future, you can tell them according to the situation. If you have labor at home, you recommend them to participate in skill training in the city and go out to work; if you have money at home, you will let them buy next year's small commodities. Market berth."

"Is it reliable?" Wu Binghua also hesitated.

Wu Tao said confidently, "The two clues I mentioned are both led by Uncle An. Reliability is definitely reliable. But you don’t want to tell everyone, let’s talk about it. Lest someone go out to chew the tongue and make us out. I've got my idea, but I'm not settled yet."

"That's natural." Wu Binghua's expression stunned.

Early the next morning, it was pitch black outside the window, and it looked like it was past four o'clock.

When Wu Tao finished washing, seeing Shi Qianxue and Fang Yuan's room, there was no movement at all.

She yelled twice outside the door, no one answered.

Pushed Fang Yuan's door and locked it. Hey, does this mean fire and theft and cousin?

On the contrary, Shi Qianxue's door opened as soon as he pushed it.

Wu Tao Shi Shiran walked in and looked at the sleeping position of the second cousin on the bed, she couldn't bear to look straight.

Gudong...

But why did he swallow his saliva?

Shaking his head, to get rid of the mess of thoughts in his mind, Wu Tao screamed through his voice, "Second cousin, get up!"

Shi Qianxue chuckled and turned over, her long legs tightened the quilt tighter.

Oh, there was no response.

Gudong Gudong...

After swallowing his saliva again, Wu Tao had an idea in his mind.

"Second cousin, I heard that my mother made tofu again today..."

"What is it?" Shi Qianxue sat down, "I have tofu brains to eat, have you drunk rice porridge with soy sauce?"

Wu Tao turned around and left, and there was a lot of drooling sound from behind him.

Shi Qianxue eagerly jumped out of the warm bed, wearing only a camisole and pajamas, and chased it out: "Cousin, cousin, speak up!"

Shi Qianxue immediately sneezed under the cold air in the living room, mostly waking up from sleep.

"Of course it's fake." Wu Tao didn't look back.

"You, I dared to lie to me~" Shi Qianxue was mad, cold and angry, and immediately drove away all her sleepiness.

Returning to the door of Fang Yuan's room again, Wu Tao only said a word, and there was a noise inside.

"Cousin, the second cousin is already up."

Three seconds later, the door opened and Fang Yuanxing ran out hurriedly, vowing to threaten: "I must preempt her~www.wuxiaspot.com~occupy the bathroom!"

After half an hour, Pajero drove away from the rich and honorable homeland, just before dawn.

Fang Yuan brought some small pieces of luggage. After the sacrifice to the ancestors today, she will go home for the New Year, her face is a little sad and unwilling.

But soon she cheered up again, holding Xiuquan and vowing: "When the second day of the new year comes, I will come over, you are waiting for me!"

Shi Qianxue cheered and said like a second-degree girl: "Okay, okay, waiting for you!"

Wu Tao looked out the window without any reaction, ‘guarding yourself even when you sleep, what is the most basic trust between people? What's more, are we still cousins? ’

Fang Yuan grabbed his hand and swayed: "Cousin, collect the new year's money, and wait for me to help you spend it..."

The odds and ends of the lucky money that had been leaked from his parents in previous years had all been spent by Fang Yuan. So she said this.

"No, I will give it to your cousin as soon as possible, haha!"