Long Jiale

After this large-scale autumn crab feast, most of the crabs raised by Shen Zhoucheng were sold out, and many nearby small bosses and big customers left orders, especially Cui Lisheng and his business partner. Many went back and distributed them to employees as rose rewards.

After working for half a month and earning hundreds of thousands, Shen Zhoucheng also wrapped a big red envelope for his employees. Xie Yihao took his red envelope, smiled happily, and said, "Boss Shen, you are welcome. Boss Shen wool."

He also has an impromptu doggerel: "Green mountains, green waters, beautiful bamboo forests, autumn wind, autumn chrysanthemums, sweet osmanthus, crab roe and crab paste, little fox, it is better to have a red envelope from the boss."

The little fox heard someone calling him, and the little guy lying on Shen Zhoucheng's shoulder raised his head slightly, saw the red envelope, and stretched out his little paw to get it.

Why does everyone else have red envelopes, but only one fox doesn't?

Shen Zhoucheng shook the stack of red envelopes in his hands, took a red envelope and handed it to Xiao Baituan to hold it in his paws. When he heard Xie Yihao's doggerel, he raised his eyebrows, "Actually, I only gave you the red envelopes. A wad of five dollars."

Xie Yihao's mouth was about to burst into laughter, "It's so funny, which of us brothers is with whom, how could there be five yuan in this red envelope, let me open it, it must be full of red... Fog Grass! Shen Zhoucheng, you are a ruthless man, my red envelopes are really a stack of five yuan!!!! You are too sorry."

The wad of genuine five-yuan bills in his hand seemed to mock Xie Yihao's innocence.

"I just sent you the wrong one. The one in your hand was intended to tease the little fox." Shen Zhoucheng asked Xie Yihao to return that special red envelope and hand him another red envelope.

Xie Yihao held the red envelope that belonged to him in his hand, still feeling aggrieved, and turned into a living etc in the next second, able to raise the bar at any time, "Just give the little fox a stack of five yuan red envelopes, you are too bullying the little fox It’s a cute thing, people squatting on your shoulders these days are also very tired, okay, you only use five red envelopes to send it, heartless man."

"...I am tired from squatting on my shoulders, so is my car being squatted on my shoulders even more tired? Who will give me a red envelope?" Shen Zhoucheng also handed the recovered red envelope to the little fox on his shoulder. Tuan's body, holding a few red envelopes, is extremely beautiful.

In the red envelopes that Shen Zhoucheng prepared for the little fox, there were banknotes of dime, five cents, one yuan, five yuan, ten yuan and one hundred yuan. into his lovely den.

Because he enjoys Shen Zhoucheng's big bed rolling wildly more, his fox den seldom sleeps in it, instead it becomes a place where Xiao Baituan hides his things.

After Shen Zhoucheng took a shower, he found that the little guy who usually spread out into fox pancakes on his big bed was not there. His eyes swept to the side, and there was a small white dumpling huddled in the small nest on the cat climbing frame .

It lay on a pile of red envelopes, photo frames, and small snacks, struggling with how to arrange its own fox den.

Shen Zhoucheng walked over and took it out with a smile, hugged the little fox on his lap, picked up the red envelopes, and all kinds of little treasures hidden by the little fox, and the little white group on his lap started to play with the seller and Buyer's Game...

"I bought two photo frames. The original price of the photo frames is 25. The store offers a 50% discount for a promotion of [-] yuan. I gave you [-] yuan. How much do you want from me? Go and count the money to me with your paw."

"A little fox quilt is 280, pillows are 160, and the shop is [-]% off if you spend [-] or more. I gave you [-]. How much do you want to get back from me?"

……

This game made the little fox more and more irritable. In the end, his hair exploded. He scratched the back of Shen Zhoucheng's hand with the fox's paw, returned all the red envelopes and fox legs to him, picked up his little fox quilt and Go back to your own fox den.

No more sleeping with you, bad dragon.

Shen Zhoucheng had no choice but to make a pack of goat milk powder, and then made him a bowl of cola chicken wings, and went to his fox den to coax him out, but Xiao Baituan was really angry this time, so he ate the chicken wings, and the sheep I also drink milk powder, but I just can’t come out, so I cover myself tightly and make up my mind to sleep in my own den.

After turning off the lights, Shen Zhoucheng was lying on the big bed alone. The night was cold, and he was not used to not having the warm little fox brand hand warmer by his side. He closed his eyes, stretched his hands under the pillow, I touched a few small gold bars and played with them in my hands.

Grandma Shen also bumped into the gold under his pillow before, thought it was a handicraft, and said to him with a look of disgust: "The color of Huang Cancan is the same as gold, it looks really tacky... You still buy these copper pieces back? "

Shen Zhoucheng said nonsense in a serious manner: "A poor old man in the scenic spot sold it for [-] yuan and [-] a piece, so I bought some."

"... You put your hobby under the pillow, no wonder no girls like it."

Shen Zhoucheng: "..."

Okay, I don't like girls.

When Shen Zhoucheng got up the next day, as expected, he found that a little white ball sleeping in separate beds had slept all the way on his face again. The legs of the slender little fox were huddled together, and its long body was curled up. Its small tail He covered his head, leaving only a white mass outside.

Shen Zhoucheng took off the little guy who was sleeping on his face with the butt next to his cheek, hugged its warm little body, a gentle smile flashed across his face, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth made the originally handsome face It is even more handsome in the faint white light of the morning.

Gently rubbing the snow-white back of the little fox in his arms, pouring spiritual energy into it to nourish the body as before, this little guy is a bottomless pit that swallows spiritual energy, fortunately it met Shen Zhoucheng, a spiritual energy production machine.

The sleeping little fox felt the caress of a familiar scent. After sleeping all night, it opened its eyes in a daze, and Shen Zhoucheng's handsome face was reflected in the bright black eyes. I rubbed my cheek against the palm of Shen Zhoucheng's stroking it.

After rubbing its little head on the gentle palm of the other party, the whole fox froze, recalling what happened last night, the stories of customers and sellers, the big red envelopes and counting with its small paws. Money's own...

Thinking of this, the whole fox became energetic, and his whole body trembled. He picked up his little fox quilt and ran to his fox den.

Shen Zhoucheng held it by the back of the neck, "It's been one night, and you're still angry with me? Be good, let's go out and brush your teeth and wash your face together."

Hearing that he had to brush his teeth, the little guy became even more unhappy, and huddled into a ball puffed up.

Shen Zhoucheng made a gesture to put it back on the big bed, "That's fine, I don't care about you, I will brush my teeth by myself..."

Hearing what he said, Xiao Baituan quickly scratched his sleeve with his little paws, jumped onto his shoulder three times, and rubbed his little head against his cheek, meaning: Uncle Fox barely forgives you.

Shen Zhoucheng patted its head, "Good boy, I will kill two chickens for you to eat today."

Hearing that there were two chickens to eat, the little fox's eyes sparkled, and the whole fox's body became light and light. The calf softened, and the whole fox fell from Shen Zhoucheng's shoulder into his arms, and nestled in his arms. In the corner, he hummed his own fox song.

Shen Zhoucheng didn't find it annoying when he heard the cheerful fox's meowing coming from his arms. After washing up, he took the little guy out.

In the evening, Shen’s family prepared a sumptuous dinner, including stuffed tofu that Grandma Shen liked, two chickens from the little fox, one chicken was boiled into soup, the other was made into roast chicken, and a bamboo chicken was killed. Rat, made into braised, Shen Zhoucheng also went to buy some small shrimps, made into shrimp cakes, fried fragrant and crispy.

Grandma Shen was frying shrimp cakes in the kitchen, while Shen Zhoucheng took the little fox to fiddle with the TV. After surfing the Internet for a long time, he finally found Guping TV Station on the TV at home. Tonight, there will be a report on that autumn crab feast.

The little fox was lying on the soft cushion, not caring what was reported or not. It clutched its stomach, eager to eat.

The low barking of the fox one after another declared that the whole fox was very hungry.

Grandma Shen brought out the last plate of fried shrimp cakes, "Did you find the TV station in Guping County?"

"I found it, grandma, it will be broadcast later, let's wait while we eat."

Finally, the meal was served, and the little fox couldn't wait to eat his own chicken. Shen Zhoucheng broke the crispy shrimp cakes in half and ate them as potato chips. He liked the crispy texture.

"Come out, come out." Seeing the screen on the TV turned, Grandma Shen yelled out, and the screen of the autumn crab feast appeared on the TV screen. The first thing was the grand occasion of the crowd eating crabs. Was snapped several times.

Seeing the flashing picture, the little fox who was originally focused on nibbling the chicken in his hand was also attracted. He raised his head and stared at the TV screen with bright black eyes.

There was a picture of Shen Zhoucheng taking it for an interview, and its small eyes suddenly lit up.

Then there was Grandma Shen, Grandma Shen couldn't stop laughing from ear to ear when she saw herself on TV, she stroked her hair, and said regretfully, "That day the autumn wind was so strong that it messed up my hair..."

Hearing what Grandma Shen said, the little fox nodded unconsciously.

Its beautiful, silky fox fur was also ruffled.

Shen Zhoucheng folded his arms and looked at his still handsome and handsome self on TV, "I think it's okay."

After he finished speaking, he felt two pairs of unfriendly eyes.

Shen Zhoucheng coughed, and added: "The wind was indeed too strong that day, and it messed up my hair."

After eating and reading the news reports, Shen Zhoucheng carried the little fox back to his room. The weather was getting cooler and cooler. Hearing the weather forecast just now, there would be a few waves of cold air going south again. He estimated that when he went out tomorrow, the temperature would suddenly drop drop a lot.

The little fox is still warm and can be used as a hand warmer in winter.

Turning off the headlights, leaving only the small orange desk lamp, Shen Zhoucheng hugged the little fox and read several stories to it from "Arabian Nights". The little fox listened with gusto, and Shen Zhoucheng read it Sometimes I think these stories are very interesting.

He yawned a little, and the little white ball in his arms was obviously sleepy.

Shen Zhoucheng smiled, pushed its small body, and asked it: "Sleep with me today or go back to your own den?"

Xiaobai Tuanzi lazily licked his little paw, and gave him a fluttering look with his dark black eyes, and the whole fox rolled into Shen Zhoucheng's arms like glutinous rice balls in a pot.

It means that I am not angry with you anymore, so I will try my best to sleep with you.

Shen Zhoucheng just wanted to smile and pinch its small ears, but it seemed that a huge force suddenly exploded in his body, and the spiritual power in his body seemed to be disobedient, rampaging around his body, and dragon horns began to appear on his forehead , Silver scales began to appear on the skin...