Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

Jiang Wanshui poured a bowl of rice wine for Su Chen, and then waved his hands repeatedly.

"Dad, I have to get up early to kill pigs and sell pork. Living with you will affect your rest."

"How can it affect you?" Old Man Su stared, "Your mother and I get up early and wake up at three or four o'clock. What can it affect?"

"Don't we still have Honghong and the others? Children need to get enough sleep."

"Aren't Xiaoyu and Xiaoxuan children?"

Jiang Wanshui choked.

Su Xiaoyan bumped his arm and smiled at Old Man Su: "Dad, don't worry, we plan to ask Xiaoyu and Xiaoxuan's teachers first, choose a good school, and then talk about the rest. I also want to live at home. Mom cooks delicious food, and it saves me from doing it."

This was said soothingly, and Old Man Su nodded with satisfaction, raised his wine bowl and clinked it with Jiang Wanshui, took a sip, and picked up a bite of pork head meat, squinting happily.

Su Chen saw it.

His father likes to drink a lot, and he feels comfortable here with his brother-in-law.

After hesitating for a while, he lowered his head and drank a mouthful of rice wine.

It was very smooth and gentle, and he didn't feel spicy after it went down his stomach.

Su Chen was a little surprised and glanced at Su Xiaoyan: "Third sister, is this wine made by your family?"

"Your brother-in-law's friend made it, I don't have that ability."

Jiang Wanshui was proud: "Is it delicious? I'll take two buckets back later."

"Thank you, brother-in-law."

Under the light, Jiang Wanshui looked at his brother-in-law carefully again.

He is thirty years old, but his face is still very tender, and there is not even a wrinkle. If you don't know, you would think he is not married.

He doesn't have any burden of life on him, as if he would not change his face even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him.

Su Chen put a piece of meat in his mouth, chewed it twice, and gave Su Xiaoyan a thumbs up.

"Third sister, this meat is delicious."

"If it's delicious, eat more. I'll pack some for you to take back and drink with porridge later."

"Third sister, this pig intestine is also delicious. Give me some too."

"Okay."

Jiang Wanshui used to be very disdainful of his brother-in-law eating and taking. Although he didn't blame him for his wife, he was still very unhappy in his heart.

But now...

"Achen, try this pig liver. Your sister's is also delicious."

"I'll try it~"

Su Chen was not polite, taking a sip of wine and a bite of meat.

The three of them drank until after nine o'clock in the evening. At that time, the old man Su was a little drunk and stood up crookedly.

"Ah Shui, come home tomorrow, I'll drink a few more bowls with you."

Jiang Wanshui hurriedly supported him: "Okay, okay, Dad, stand firm, don't fall down."

"I, I'm not drunk, how could I fall down?"

"Yes, yes, you're not drunk."

Su Chen smiled when he saw this, leaned over and took out three lobsters from two large buckets and threw them on the stove.

"Sister, you cook these lobsters for Xiaoyu and Xiaoxuan to taste, I'll take the others back."

As he said that, he took Old Man Su in his arms: "Dad, let's go."

Watching the two disappear in the house, Jiang Wanshui still couldn't help but sigh.

"Wife, my brother-in-law is simply amazing, his ability is almost the same as that of a god."

Su Xiaoyan glared at him: "Are you drunk? How about I cook the lobsters while they are fresh and give them to you as a snack? Can you call a few friends to continue eating?"

Jiang Wanshui's eyes lit up.

"Are Xiaoyu and Xiaoxuan asleep? If they're not asleep, cook them. We don't know how to raise them. They'll stink if they die."

Su Chen appeared at home with Old Man Su, and Liu Chunhua was still surprised.

She couldn't bear to blame Su Chen, and glared at Old Man Su fiercely: "Why are you back so late?"

She came over and smelled the alcohol on him, and said with disgust: "Did you drink again?"

"Just, just a little, I'm not drunk."

"Not drunk, not drunk, you can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk."

Liu Chunhua turned around and took out the honey from the cupboard, and looked at Su Chen again: "Achen, have you drunk it?"

"I drank a little, mom, I'm fine."

Su Chen also lifted the bucket in his hand: "I asked my friend to save some lobsters for me before, and he happened to be there when I went to my third sister's place, so I brought them back. I'll give two to others, and you can distribute the rest, mom."

Su Chen put Old Man Su on the bamboo chair, picked up two lobsters, picked up the meat that Su Xiaoyan had packed, and disappeared.

Liu Chunhua was stunned for a moment, holding a bowl of honey water and throwing it to Old Man Su, watching him holding it blankly, drinking it obediently, and then went to see the lobsters.

"Oh, they are all alive. I don't know how to cook this thing, old man, just steam it?"

"Gudong, gudong~"

Liu Chunhua was annoyed: "Why ask you? You can't fart for a long time."

Counting the 9 lobsters left in the two buckets, Liu Chunhua smiled: "Just three for a family, no, Achen wants to eat one..."

After hesitating for a while, she calmed down: "Two for a family, five left, one for the village chief's family, one for Achen, and half for each of us, just right."

When the complicated and twisted lines suddenly became normal, Su Chen was already in a wilderness.

He counted with his fingers and entered the ghost road again.

When he appeared again, he was already in a small village.

It was late at night.

Only three houses in the village were still lit.

When passing by one of the rooms, Su Chen heard the shouting of playing cards.

He passed by another lighted room, where a baby was giving birth. The woman was screaming in pain, and the midwife whispered: "Hold on, the first birth is like this~"

The light in the last room was swaying.

Su Chen knocked on the door, and a vigilant voice came from inside.

The gray-haired old man had just returned home not long ago. He was about to untie the rope that bound his granddaughter. When he heard the knock on the door, his heart subconsciously trembled.

"Old man, it's me."

The old man was stunned, holding another candle and walked to the door suspiciously. Through the gap in the door, he asked outside: "Aren't you from our village?"

"I'm here to tell your fortune today."

The door was opened, and the old man looked at Su Chen in the light of the candle: "Master, you... so late..."

Soon, he opened his hand again vigilantly: "Don't think about it!"

Su Chen raised his hand and handed the two lobsters and meat that were still moving to the old man.

"Don't get me wrong, you should be missing a hard dish, right?"

"It just so happened that a friend gave me some lobsters today. I hope you don't dislike it."

Su Chen said, put down the lobsters and meat, and took a step back: "Old man, goodbye."

The old man watched Su Chen's figure gradually disappear in the dark night, and waited until the wax dripped and burned his skin before he reacted.

His eyes were slightly red: "Okay, he is a good person!"

Behind him, there was a crisp voice.

"Bugs, big bugs, grandpa, big bugs."

Turning around, it was his precious granddaughter Qingqing.

At this moment, she was squatting down curiously looking at the two lobsters.

The old man said and touched her head.

"Yes, it is a big bug. Qingqing is so smart. Grandpa will cook big bugs for Qingqing to eat, okay?"

The pretty girl immediately clapped her hands: "Oh, Qingqing wants to eat big bugs."

Seeing this, the old man's turbid tears fell.

He pinched his trouser pocket, and there was a pack of rat poison he had just bought in it.

Wipe his eyes, the old man sighed.

After all, he can't wait until the New Year.

Have a good meal tonight, and die tomorrow....

Su Chen went back home and came again.

He jumped onto the roof next door.

The cold moon hung in the sky.

He just pillowed his head and stared blankly.

In my ears, the sound of playing cards is endless, and the parturient screams from time to time, followed by a childlike laughter.

"Grandpa, the big bugs are so delicious."

"It's delicious, then Qingqing, eat more, Grandpa doesn't like this, all for Qingqing, okay?"

...

The sky gradually turned pale.

As the parturient screamed loudly, a baby's cry resounded through the sky.

In the house next to it, the old man held a bowl of water and coaxed the half-asleep girl: "Qingqing, good child, drink some water before going to sleep? Good~"