Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 301 301. The ration of field mice

   Song Tan shook his head until the two staff members drove away:

   "Why don't the elders have any family status?"

  I spent money to buy something and had to call my daughter-in-law to apply. I was slobbering for half an hour, and the 2 people couldn’t make up 5 figures—

   This wave of marketing was not very successful.

  If it weren't for the powerful secretary, today's meal would have been dismal.

  Zhang Yanping also came out of the house, imagining the future at this moment: "A married man is so humble... If I get married, I will take care of all the money in the family!"

   Xin Jun happened to come out to pour water. As the only single dog in the room who had been in a relationship, he was very calm:

   "What about your girlfriend?"

  Zhang Yanping: ...Okay, he doesn't have a girlfriend yet.

   Turning his head, Xin Jun said again: "Actually, there is no need to be in a hurry, take the food back, as long as the family members have eaten it and have spare money, they will definitely not miss it."

   "If you really have no money and no other way, doing business often depends on fate."

   "Yes." Song Tan was also amused: "I just think that there is still a nest of hot potatoes in the back mountain, and I am a little depressed."

   Just as she was talking, she saw Qiao Qiao sneaking down from the back mountain again, holding a cotton swab in her hand, with a lump of crystal clear stuff on it.

  Looking through the cotton swab, there is a faint orange-yellow.

   "Qiao Qiao, you stole honey again!" Song Tan looked at him.

   Qiao Qiao quickly put his hands behind his back: "I didn't, it was just rubbing against it accidentally."

   Boy, this kid can tell a lie now!

  Song Tan raised his eyebrows: "Did you open the beehive, then accidentally put a cotton swab in it, and then accidentally rubbed it against it?"

  Jojo nodded heavily: "Yes!"

  Song Tan: …

  She waved her hand: "You can feed the things in your own house. What are you doing sneaking around? A man should be more aggressive."

   Qiao Qiao didn't quite understand, and stood there in a daze. Until Xin Jun looked at him with a smile:

   "What your sister means is, how do you want to feed the mice, if you have any ideas, you should speak up, don't be sneaky - why don't you go and feed your mice?"

   "It's a field mouse!" Qiao Qiao emphasized, after thinking for a while, he went into the room with a cotton swab in his hands.

   When the little field mouse was brought back, it was covered in pink, with only a layer of light fluff, and its eyes were not opened, so there was too little to eat.

  In addition to secretly feeding the expired milk powder at home, Qiaoqiao occasionally cooks for it.

  For example, this lump of honey is for the little vole.

  He took the cotton swab, and then went back to his room, looking at the rush cage that grandpa had woven—green and delicate stems and leaves, weaving a beautiful and delicate box.

  Open the door, and you can see several layers of toilet paper inside, giving the little vole a soft home.

  Its eyes have been opened, black and bright, and when it hears movement, it eagerly makes a "squeak" sound. The body with growing fluff was also anxiously crawling, and then familiarly moved along Qiaoqiao's wrist to the finger side, and finally hugged the cotton swab tightly in the air.

   The small mouth sucked on the cotton swab head, squeaking, very dissatisfied.

   Qiao Qiao just stared at him, and couldn't help laughing now.

  He loosened the swab and put the mouse back into the box:

   "Then, Ota, eat by yourself, I'm going to see Ultraman."

   Exactly.

   This vole, Qiao Qiao named it Da Tian, ​​which is the same as Da Wang Da Bai Da Xiong Da Bao.

  …

  Here, the old Song’s house resumed its previous life, while at the other side of the old house, the person in charge turned left and right around the cherry tree covered by a green fence, contemplating endlessly.

  Because the food is not in place, the excavator guy is not as passionate and tireless as he used to work recently.

  Seeing the foreman's expression now, he immediately asked again: "Have you discussed the food?"

   What food to discuss!

  The person in charge was annoyed: "Come and see, are these cherries missing?"

  The excavator guy took a look-the green branches and leaves are mixed with orange-red and yellow cherries, clusters of clusters, one toot, one toot toot, like a cute little lantern hidden in it.

   What is missing here? It is clearly lush as hell.

  However, the person in charge doesn't think so.

   "Look, under this leaf, there was a cherry that was about to ripen yesterday. It was bright orange and red, and the flesh could be seen through."

   "Take another look today—will you? There's only one hollow stem left, and the cherry is gone!"

   The excavator boy looked at him in shock: "Brother, why do you have such good eyesight? The cherry may have fallen to the ground."

"impossible!"

  The person in charge looked at the cherry tree with deep eyes: "I looked at it in the morning, and there is no trace on the ground!"

   "It's also possible that the ants carried it away..."

  The person in charge fell silent.

   But his sixth sense still felt that this was not the case. The cherries grew so well, how could they fall to the ground when they were just ripe?

   It's just a night's work.

  He didn't have the nerve to say that he had spotted it a long time ago, and was just waiting for the morning to pick it up secretly.

   But it was gone in the morning.

   Now I have been observing for a long time, but I haven't found any clues, so I'm so depressed.

   The excavator guy didn’t take it seriously. After all, he had never eaten cherries, so he didn’t know what it was like to be called the person in charge who kept the fruit pit in his mouth until midnight.

  At this moment, he said casually: "Brother, wait a little longer, anyway, the cherries have to be ripe, that is, it will only take a day or two, and it is nothing to lose one or two."

  The truth is this, but the person in charge is still heartbroken!

  Although he can buy a few catties of cherries if he gets Song Sancheng, but how many catties can he sell for such a tree with so many old Song family members?

   Now thinking about the right time and place, I eat one or two before the person comes...

   It seemed that I was about to get it, but it suddenly disappeared!

  How to say this emotion?

  It’s like an old farmer who is guarding the field every day, and suddenly finds that his wheat has been cut!

  He turned back depressed, and not long after, he took another thing from the room, and secretly put it on another shelf.

   After tossing and tossing and tossing for a long time, the progress of the construction site is still within the plan, and it seems that dinner will be served again in the evening. The guy from the excavator who ate with his rice bowl was a bit reluctant, and the person in charge got angry when he saw him—

  You say this, a young man who doesn’t think about making money every day, only thinking about eating, is worthless!

  Turning his head and tapping on the phone secretly, he turned on the monitoring.

   Exactly.

  The one he secretly installed on the side pole was a monitor, which was originally used to illuminate the construction site, but there were two other monitors, so he temporarily adjusted them.

   Looked at the replay - well, there's nothing wrong with it.

   Staring at the camera again, there is no problem.

  Just thinking about it, I saw the shadow of the tree moving in the picture!

  He was excited, and then decisively zoomed in on the video!

Good night.

   My memory is like this—it’s time to type, what did you write yesterday? Read it again—Okay, finished writing and publishing, let’s write the next chapter—Hey, what did I just write?

  (end of this chapter)