San Fu

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Kuo stood up, Da Pao rode over and turned his head at him.

"What?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Run around," said Cannon.

"Isn't that horse of yours not very happy today?" Jiang Kuo asked, "I'll throw it off for you later."

"Coax it," Cannon patted the horse's head, "It's good now."

"Aren't you with them anymore?" Jiang Kuo got on the horse and touched the horse's neck, "Let's go baby, let's run around and move around."

"What's the point of talking to them," Da Pao said. "The supermarket chain that Zhou brought today has been playing for half an hour. I want to chat with He Nini for a while, but I can't find a way."

"Is that a problem with the chain supermarkets?" Jiang Kuo said, "Isn't it that you are not as popular as the chain supermarkets and He Nini prefers to listen to the chain supermarket baba?"

"Don't irritate people," Da Pao said, "I can't handle this series of stabs in my heart."

"Go." Jiang Kuo tilted his head.

The horse ran forward slowly, and when Cannon caught up with him, he turned his head and glanced over there again.

"Don't look," Jiang Kuo said, "Aren't you going to be busy after the next year, and still have time to chase girls?"

"No matter how busy I am, don't delay me from chasing girls. If a good girl sees her, she must quickly follow her," Da Pao said. "It's better to be rejected by ten thousand than to miss one."

Jiang Kuo was speechless.

However, Da Pao has indeed implemented this way in recent years. No matter how busy or sluggish life is, he will set aside exclusive time for the girl who pursues his favorite.

"I'm not like you," Da Pao said, "I'm usually like a fucking monk. If I say something wrong, I'll be a monk."

"I can't compare to you. I like everyone I see. I'm so busy." Jiang Kuo said. "Did you go back to school after the new year?" Da Pao asked.

"Well," Jiang Kuo glanced at him, "I know me quite well."

"It's about understanding love," Cannon said.

"...Don't be sour." Jiang Kuo said.

"Is this sour! Is this sour!" Da Pao glared at him, "If you have the ability to be so straightforward forever, don't let me watch you say love words, and don't do anything romantic that you don't like." thing."

Jiang Kuo smiled and said nothing.

"I'm going back to the countryside with my dad tomorrow," Da Pao said, "Boss Jiang is coming back tomorrow too, right?"

"Well," Jiang Kuo responded, "If you run away with your father, will you go to Tianding Waterfall after the next year?"

"Almost, if we get things straightened out with those two villages this time, we're about to enter the arena," Da Pao said, "Why don't you just grit your teeth and ask Mr. Jiang to hand over the tripod to you, so that we can still cooperate .”

"I'm not interested," Jiang Kuo said, "I want to set up an online shop to sell sauced beef after Chinese New Year."

"Fuck," Da Pao looked at him, "Is it Niu Sandao?"

"En." Jiang Kuo responded.

"How much do you get?" Cannon asked.

"I don't know," Jiang Kuo said, "I just have an idea of ​​opening an online store, and I haven't discussed it with Duan Feifei in detail yet."

"Don't go up and ask how much money you got," Da Pao said, "You know? Just ask him how much he has, and you can fill in the gaps. If you don't go up, just wave your hand, and I'll pay for it!"

Jiang Kuo glanced at him.

"I don't want to say whether he will have any ideas," Da Pao said, "That store is now run by his uncle, and a classmate with a big money throws over hundreds of thousands of dollars. People immediately think that you want to steal Niu Sandao. Do you believe the sign?"

"Hiss..." Jiang Kuo frowned.

"Hiss what hiss." Cannon said.

"I haven't thought about it yet," Jiang Kuo said.

"It's a small business with a different idea," Da Pao said. "Don't use Mr. Jiang's experience to apply it. Originally, I didn't want to attract investment, and I didn't want to make it big."

"Well," Jiang Kuo took back the reins, and the horse's speed slowed down. He waved at the cannon, "Paoer, come."

Cannon pulled the horse and leaned over: "What are you doing?"

"Thank you." Jiang Kuo went over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Fuck!" Da Pao yelled, "Why don't you scold me."

Duan Feifei squatted beside the pot, pointing his mobile phone at the bubbling brown syrup in the pot: "Did you see, brown sugar and a little maltose, it's too sweet to use all maltose, I'm going to put crushed peanuts in later, I don't need it It's broken, my baby teeth are not good, so break it a little..."

"I kind of want to taste this syrup." Jiang Kuo said.

Old man Song was amused: "Put some oil on the brown sugar cubes, it will be like this in a while, let's go to the kitchen and make it, be careful not to be overwhelmed."

"Can you put other candies?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"It's okay." Old man Song was very happy about making peanut candy and someone "shooting TV", and he talked a lot, "If you want some other flavors, you can add others. Osmanthus candy and rock candy are delicious. Put peanuts, look at..."

"Looking at it." Duan Feifei said with a smile.

Old man Song's daughter handed over a pot of crushed peanuts, old man Song poured it in, and started stirring quickly with a large wooden spatula.

Duan Feifei didn't have much feeling for peanut candy, he was not very interested in sweets, but now this fragrance is part of his memory.

It's amazing that he and Jiang Kuo are here watching old man Song cook the food in his memory with the techniques and procedures of the past, as if watching a replay of his childhood.

The peanut candy was poured on a large oiled wooden board. After cooling down a bit, old man Song skillfully took a long stick and began to roll the candy. into small pieces.

"Try it," Old Man Song took a piece and handed it to Duan Feifan, "See if I'm back to work?"

Duan Feifei took it and took a bite. The peanut candy was still warm, a little soft, and very fragrant. He nodded: "It still tastes the same, it hasn't changed at all."

Old man Song laughed happily.

A total of five catties of peanut candy were made, one catty was given to grandma, one catty was kept at the old uncle's house, and two catties were given to Officer Luo, half of which was given to dad, and one catty was left for Jiang Kuo.

Old man Song refused to accept the money, so he stuffed the packaged candy into his hand and pushed him out the door, as if he was about to fight.

"Didn't you bring me wine!" Old Man Song said, "This candy can't match those two bottles of wine!"

"I won't give you money anymore..." Duan Feifan said, "I can't beat you."

"I've been home all these years, and someone still remembers my candy. I'm very happy," said old man Song, "I asked your father to come out and come to me, and you bring him to me!"

"That's for sure!" Duan Feifei said, "The three of us will drink then."

Coming out with the peanut candy, Duan Feifei looked at Jiang Kuo who was always smiling on the screen: "What's the matter, you're laughing like this."

"Life in the market is very interesting," Jiang Kuo said, "This old man is very cute."

"That's the other side of the market that you haven't seen." Duan Feifei stepped on the motorcycle parked by the side of the road, "Do you know why the knives in the fresh food section are tied with iron chains?"

"Is it so cruel?" Jiang Kuo said, "I thought it was a burglar."

Duan Feifei laughed: "Who the hell went into the vegetable market to steal a knife!"

"I don't know," Jiang Kuo also smiled, "It's probably me, after all, I don't know the price of a knife."

"Do you know that stealing a knife can't be priced according to the price of the knife?" Duan Feifei said, "If you steal a knife, you can only calculate it according to the price of scrap iron, weighing it."

"So bad?" Jiang Kuo said.

"So, don't steal it." Duan Feifei said.

"...Who stole it!" Jiang Kuo came back to his senses, "What I said, I thought I was going to sell dirty things."

Duan Feifei smiled for a long time, and fixed the phone to the bracket on the front of the car.

"The car is not bad, where did it come from?" Jiang Kuo saw the car when the phone lens was shaking.

"A big brother in the aquatic product area, the number one knight in our market." Duan Feifei started the car.

"Who is the second?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"The only knight in shop No. [-] in the third row of the aquatic product area of ​​the market," Duan Feifei said, "the number one knight in the market for short."

"Your uncle." Jiang Kuo laughed and coughed, and suddenly remembered that the hero who defends the school is called the hero who protects the school.

"Uncle Duan will take you to race the car," Duan Feifei put on his helmet, turned the accelerator, and the car rushed out, "Let's go."

Duan Feifei never leaves his mobile phone except during the peak sales season of sauced beef, and the usage rate of his mobile phone is not high at other times. Even if he wears headphones, he rarely uses them.

But after returning from the trip, not only did he keep his mobile phone in his hand, he even had to carry a power bank, and his earphones were replaced with wired ones, otherwise he couldn't carry it all day.

"My phone is out of battery," Jiang Kuo said, "I'll take Benben out for a walk first."

"Well, let's go," Duan Feifei said, "I'm going to start preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner this afternoon."

"Tomorrow is the New Year's Eve dinner, right?" Jiang Kuo said.

"We have a lot of family members, and we have a lot to make," Duan Feifei said. "My uncle made semi-finished products and then took them to my grandma's house to make."

Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue: "Isn't it a group of people who are particularly lively, and then you are a social fanatic who is very busy, and you are well-rounded inside and out..."

"That can also spare time to chat," Duan Feifei said, "I can't socialize all day, how can I have so much energy."

Jiang Kuo laughed: "You already know what I want to say?"

"You can't hide even that little thought." Duan Feifei said.

"That's fine, you can find me when you have time." Jiang Kuo said.

"Okay." Duan Feifei took a screenshot.

During the Chinese New Year, you have to have a lot of fish and meat. This is the common understanding of the uncle and grandma.

Duan Ling transferred these two days of vacation with someone and came back to help.

"Have you bought all the side dishes?" The old aunt looked at all kinds of chicken, duck and fish meat on the counter, counting the dishes one by one with her fingers, "If it's later, everyone will leave, but I won't be able to buy anything."

"It's all ready," Duan Feifei looked at the list on the phone, "I'll buy one according to your order, and it's not bad. I also bought some more that I think I might need."

"Okay, chop up the chicken and duck first," the old aunt clapped her hands, "Duan Ling, cut up the pork over there and boil it."

Duan Feifei took a knife and started to process chickens and ducks, Duan Ling picked up his sleeves to cut meat, and old uncles and aunts handled fish and pig's trotters.

This time of year is always so busy.

When I was young, I was excited when I was busy. I had delicious food, I could go out to play, and I was very relaxed and happy when I was not opening a shop. This kind of busyness is different from the usual busyness for making a living.

He didn't like Niu Sandao's never-ending work. The old uncle and aunt calculated the expenses and income, and from time to time they would lament Duan Ling and his extra expenses at school.

But most of the others in the market are also like this. The only difference is probably that his share of expenditure should not exist in the first place.

A few people worked hard and made all the preparations. The ingredients and ingredients were packed in pots and bags.

Early the next morning, even if the New Year's program officially started.

"Put that big frying pan here," said the old man. "I'll take it with me later, but I forgot to take it last time. The old lady's frying pan is enough for two people."

"Should I drive the car over here?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Well, go and drive here," the old man nodded, "bring my new car! Drive here!"

The car is a second-hand van bought by my uncle last month. I haven’t bought another car since I sold the old car five years ago. Boss Song’s warehouse has changed address, which is much further away than before. I’m afraid that sometimes it’s too late to deliver beef. Uncle bought this second-hand truck again.

Had he known about the possible demolition at that time, I guess the old man would not have bought it.

Duan Feifei went out and sent Jiang Kuo a video request.

"So early?" Jiang Kuo appeared on the screen with a confused face.

"That's the beginning, from now until tomorrow," Duan Feifei said, "I'll stay at my grandma's house at night and won't come back."

"What are you doing here? Is there a place to sleep?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Play mahjong and cards," Duan Feifan said, "If no one sleeps, if you want to sleep, you can lie on the bed together. Five people can lie on a bed horizontally."

"Damn," Jiang Kuo was taken aback, "How can I bear this, let's play cards."

Duan Feifei laughed.

"Where are you going?" Jiang Kuo rubbed his face.

"Bring the car over here, a bunch of things, including pots and vegetables, have to be taken to my grandma's house," Duan Feifan said, "My uncle's minivan."

"I haven't seen you drive before?" Jiang Kuo said.

"I just bought a second-hand van last month. I can't go to the city. I only drive it when I'm hauling things." Duan Feifei said, "I drove it for the first time today."

"Let me see." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei walked to the parking lot and threw a pack of cigarettes to Uncle Huang first: "Uncle Huang, are you going home for the New Year this afternoon?"

"I'll be back at noon." Uncle Huang took the cigarette happily, "You are the only one in the market who has a conscience and always thinks of me."

"You have to think about it," Duan Feifei smiled, "When you come back after the year, I will leave something delicious for you."

Jiang Kuo looked at a pickup truck on the screen and said it was second-hand, but in fact it looked quite new. Duan Feifei opened the door and got into the car. There was a loud bang when the door closed.

"Damn it, this movement," Jiang Kuo said, "I let you get rid of the door."

"You brave man," Duan Feifei put the phone on the stand, and said to himself, "I'll buy some sea urchins for you to eat later."

"Does it work? What folk remedy?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Duan Yingjun's exclusive recipe," Duan Feifei started the car, "Eat your guts and replenish your guts."

"Get lost." Jiang Kuo said, "Where are you going?"

"Kindly pack things," Duan Feifan said, "You can see how many there are in a while, it has caught up with the amount of our school cafeteria."

The phone was inserted in the top pocket of Duan Feifei's coat, and only half of the camera was exposed. Jiang Kuo felt as if he was looking out of Duan Feifan's pocket.

A lot of food, when watching Duan Feifan and the old uncle loading things into the car, it feels like passing by the market, his family has never had so many dishes.

Mr. Jiang and his wife pay great attention to health preservation. They usually eat less and lightly. Jiang Lie is like a cat. He will be full after a few bites. Aunt Liu is the person who eats the most in the family. Don’t you think it’s a loss for me to cook and eat by myself?”

Looking at the posture of Duan Feifan's house now, Jiang Kuo couldn't help taking screenshots continuously.

After putting the things in the car, Duan Feifan didn't take the phone out of his pocket, probably because it was too obvious to put the phone on the bracket, but just adjusted the angle to face the front.

So Jiang Kuo walked through the streets with his pockets in his pocket, and drove to a residential area in the old city, where cars were parked randomly everywhere.

"Your uncle," Duan Feifei was blocked by a car and poked his head out of the car window, "Whose car—"

Jiang Kuo had already guessed that he was going to shout, so he was not frightened.

An uncle came over from the side with a displeased face: "What's the matter! Is it in your way?"

"This is not fucking nonsense!" The old man's voice sounded from the side, followed by the sound of opening the door.

Duan Feifei grabbed the old uncle's arm: "What are you doing?"

"I'll whip him!" said the old man.

"Go home and smoke the top!" Duan Ling said from behind, "Who do you smoke for the New Year's Eve!"

"Uncle, Happy Chinese New Year." Duan Feifei got out of the car, walked up to Sanbangzi and took a look, "It's not easy to park here."

"It's good to know." The uncle was originally tense, as if he was not afraid of trouble, but Duan Feifan's kind words immediately lost his momentum.

"Shall I move it for you?" Duan Feifan said, "Lean here, it will be convenient to drive away later."

"Hey," the uncle waved his hand, "No need, I'll move it myself, you can help me look behind."

"Okay." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo was leaning on the sofa, with his mobile phone sandwiched between the sofa cushions. Although he couldn't see Duan Feifan's face, he liked this feeling very much. Duan Feifan was very attractive when he was "socializing". sense of solidity.

"Duan Feifei," Jiang Kuo called him in a low voice, "Are you wearing earphones?"

"I'm wearing it." Duan Feifei said, "But I won't be able to wear it all the time when I get to grandma's house."

"Well," Jiang Kuo responded, "It's okay, I'll just watch."

"I brought two charging treasures." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo laughed: "Is it?"

"No," Duan Feifan said, "but grandma's house has WIFI, don't worry."

The whole family is at home today, except for Aunt Liu who is busy in the kitchen, and a cleaning lady who is cleaning upstairs, everyone is leisurely maintaining their usual state, compared with Duan Feifan, it doesn't feel like New Year's Eve.

At noon, Aunt Liu cooked two extra dishes. Jiang Kuo stopped looking at his phone, but one earphone was still on his ear.

"It's been a long time, what are you looking at?" Boss Jiang asked him.

"Live broadcast." Jiang Kuo said.

"Are you still watching the live broadcast?" Mr. Jiang was a little surprised, "Don't you think that people are too noisy when you watch these things?"

"Experience life." Jiang Kuo said.

"Experience life..." Mr. Jiang snorted, "Your mother said that you are going to sell sauced beef, is that also experiencing life?"

"Forget it," Jiang Kuo said, "I just want to do something."

"Then you..." Boss Jiang raised his hand and pointed, then sighed after thinking about it and didn't say any more.

"Online shop, don't delay class," Jiang Kuo said, "I can't drop out of school now to follow a project."

"You always have a bunch of reasons anyway," Mr. Jiang waved his hand, "I won't argue with you when the Chinese New Year is over."

"Yang Ke didn't go home during the Chinese New Year?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"No," said the mother, "I called his mother in the morning, and she was so worried that she couldn't eat."

"I plan to ask Yang Ke to help me with the formalities if I'm too busy in the early stage," Jiang Kuo said, "I don't think he will go back to school in his current state, so I can't persuade him."

"Is he okay?" Mom asked.

"Yang Ke..." Mr. Jiang thought for a while, "It's not that I can't say no, that kid's brain is just a brain for studying."

"Do you want to tell his family?" Mom looked at Jiang Kuo.

"I'm telling you just to let you mention it," Jiang Kuo said, "If I don't have enough money here, I'll let him pay it. If his family doesn't know about it, I'm afraid he won't be able to get the money."

"Wow," my mother turned to look at Mr. Jiang, "Your son is good or bad."

"Did I give birth to my son alone?" Mr. Jiang said, and leaned closer to Jiang Kuo again, "If he pays, do you want to give him a share?"

"What the hell," Jiang Kuo said simply, "Bonuses, commissions, and some money depending on performance. I don't cheat him and I don't care about him cheating me. That's not bad. I won't cooperate for a long time in the future. He will figure it out by himself." I understand that I must do it alone.”

"He cheated on you?" Mr. Jiang was a little surprised, "Can he cheat on you?"

Jiang Liao laughed and drank soup while having fun.

"That kid, he doesn't talk a lot, and he talks nonsense when he's fighting with his family." Mom waved her hand.

"Then he has to be taught a lesson," Mr. Jiang said.

"Don't worry about it, I'll pass after the Chinese New Year." Jiang Kuo said.

"Are you going through the formalities?" Jiang Liao said slowly, "I haven't gone to work yet, so why not be in the sixth and eighth grades."

Jiang Kuo glanced at her: "Shouldn't you talk to Niu Sandao first?"

look at your brother!

Your brother is going to beat you up, you know!

"Ah," Jiang nodded, "yes."

"Then you are in the second year of junior high school," my mother said, "Let's go to play on the first day of junior high school, Mr. Jiang will go to offer incense, pretend to fool the Bodhisattva once a year, and I will be busy in the second year of junior high school."

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo's original plan was to go back to the third year of junior high school, but he didn't expect his mother to advance him to the second year of junior high school. This ecstasy almost prevented him from laughing out loud.

"My heart is very sincere." Mr. Jiang still grasped his mother's words.

Jiang Kuo didn't listen to what they said, and put down his chopsticks: "I'm done."

Walking quickly to the yard, Benben jumped over, Jiang Kuo rubbed its head, and took out his phone to look at it.

The picture on Duan Feifan’s side is probably the kitchen. Grandma’s kitchen is very old, but it’s neatly cleaned up. The dishes they brought in the car have been neatly filled up in the small kitchen, which feels almost empty. I'm down.

You can hear the voices of many people talking outside the kitchen, it is very lively.

"Duan Yingjun?" Jiang Kuo called out.

Duan Feifei didn't reply, it is estimated that the earphones have been taken off.

He had to hang up the video call and call again.

"What?" Duan Feifei quickly answered the phone, "Is it disconnected?"

"I passed the second year of junior high school!" Jiang Kuo shouted with a suppressed voice. "What? What what?" Duan Feifei asked a series of questions.

"The second day of junior high school," Jiang Kuo said with a smile, "The day after tomorrow!"

"Damn it! So fast!" Duan Feifei laughed, "I thought it must be after the third year of junior high school."

"The day after tomorrow! It's the day after tomorrow," Jiang Kuo said, "Are you happy? Excited?"

"Excited, I want to pick you up." Duan Feifei said.