Quick Transmigration: Ten Thousand Worlds Charter Woman

Chapter 883 Don't Arrange My Life 72
On the train, the waiter in the dining car suddenly raised the volume to the level that could sweep the entire carriage, so that the Zhen family, who were extremely shameless in front of acquaintances but extremely shameless in front of strangers, had to buy a five-cent lunch box.

In order to prove that she really lost the money, Mrs. Zhen almost didn't take off the bitter tea in public. The main reason for not taking it off was that the train without air conditioning was too ineffective in keeping warm.

Uncle Zhen, who rarely expressed his opinion, had no choice but to pay for the meal with the money he had saved.

After getting off the bus in Los Angeles, several people got into a dispute at the station, and the dispute continued until they returned to their own home. Old Mrs. Zhen found out that her precious big iron pot had been smashed.

Needless to say how precious a big iron pot is in these days, people always use Zaguomaitie to describe that there is no way out, bankrupt. In this year, Zaguo is really bankrupt in a sense, because it is too difficult to buy.

Excitedly led the whole family to the Northeast, not to mention losing 200 yuan, but the five of them, including the old Mrs. Zhen, couldn't explain why the money was lost.

Now when I return home, I still have to face such a purgatory on earth. There is a mouthful of old blood in my heart, but the two daughters-in-law want old Mrs. Zhen to share the money.

After all, it was earned by all of us through a laborious trip to the Northeast.

It is the result of the joint efforts of the whole family. Why does the old lady lose her red lips and white teeth when her upper lip touches her lower lip?
Still struggling from the heartache of being smashed, the daughter-in-law teamed up to recover the lost money and instantly ignited the san value of old Mrs. Zhen. She took the broken pot in her hand and slapped Chu Jinhua across the face.

Chu Jinhua teleported, and Poguopian beheaded Second Uncle Zhen who was next to him.

It was Uncle Zhen's family who caused the trouble, the old lady did it, and Uncle Zhen was hospitalized.

Where did the 200 yuan go?

Who damaged the pots, pans, bedding, and clothes at home?

Who should pay the bills of the hospital?
Almost even the three-year-old grandson of the Zhen family participated in the discussion.

The Zhen family was too busy fighting internally and had no time for outsiders. Tao Yunchuan, his wife and daughter expressed their sincere gratitude for the broken pot that brought a peaceful Spring Festival.

He Xiaoman's busy relatives don't recognize him, and he doesn't know that the broken pot that was smashed by Brother Biaofeng has become an unsung hero in a harmonious society.

Following the inspections in the county and city, the Shangxi brigade is now farting and blowing the horn—a sound of sound.

Sanxianer can eat dumplings stuffed with three delicacies at night, which has become a standard for high-level officials in Sansanpaozi County, and some people even began to use fresh leeks as gifts.

Fresh chives (not) are paired with fresh and tender small river prawns, and then spread some tender yellow eggs, pour soy sauce and vinegar, and bite it down, it will kill you.

Many nearby communes, counties, and cities even entrusted people to come to the Shangxi brigade to order at a high price. Leeks probably never dreamed that the weed-like self would be so valuable after refusing to hibernate.

In order to get his leeks smoothly, the person in charge of the county has already told Gao Donghai in advance that this year's outstanding team is none other than the Shangxi team. Lay the line to energize the Shangxi Brigade.

Gao Donghai's tears fell immediately.

He grabbed the thigh of the old branch secretary next to him, and he was pinched unexpectedly. The old branch secretary let out an "Aww" and rushed out of the distance in his seventy years: "Why are you pinching me?"

Gao Donghai smirked with tears in his eyes: "I'm not afraid, am I dreaming?"

He really wanted to make the team brighter in his dreams, so that the Shangxi brigade would no longer have to eat enough food, and the members would no longer worry about running out of food.

The old branch secretary: "Then shouldn't you pinch your sons?"

"Ham, pinching who is not pinching."

The members were asked to cut half a bed of leeks and give them to the person in charge. The three people who knew each other warmly shook hands and encouraged each other: "Work hard, our future is bright!"

In the distance, Gao Mingrui who was wearing a cotton coat clenched his eyebrows, and there was a murderous look between his brows and eyes.

"I've been looking forward to a bowl of meat for a whole year, and someone else snatched it away. Cen Zhiqing, do you think I can bear this tone?"

Cen Junjie, who was shivering and standing next to Gao Mingrui, accompanied him with a smile: "I can't bear it, I definitely can't!"

"Then what do you think we should do?" Gao Mingrui was tall and tall, and his eyes closely followed the slim and pretty figure in the crowd. The army green coat on him seemed to be pointing the mountains and rivers.

"Either take away the bowl of meat, or kidnap the cook."

"Heh." Gao Mingrui smiled, but it only made people feel cold: "Good idea, but I, Gao Mingrui, never eat other people's leftover meat, so I want you to smash the meat and the bowl, If it can’t be done, I will have to report your speculation in the black market.”

Cen Junjie had already greeted all the female relatives of Gao Mingrui's family cordially in his heart, but he still had a smile on his face: "Don't worry, I will definitely satisfy Brother Rui this time!"

On the evening of the 29th day of the lunar calendar, the sky was still extremely clear, only a circle of dark clouds surrounded the tip of the West Mountain, which quickly engulfed the setting sun.

The old party secretary suddenly felt a sudden shock, and he rang the big gong to inform the members: "Tomorrow is [-], the last day of this year, and it is likely to be windy tomorrow afternoon, and inform the members who are in charge of weeding thatch in the evening, that the thatch will be released." The time is two hours ahead, so be sure to stand on the last shift of the year! Pay attention, pay attention, it may be windy tomorrow afternoon..."

At the same time, He Xiaoman was stuffing a bag of white rabbit toffee to Gouwa: "Remember, call a few more children, you play together, once you find someone approaching..."

On a winter day full of lead clouds, there is no trace of cold wind, and smoke rises from the chimneys of every household, like a hazy and elegant ink painting, but in the light smoke at dusk, it seems to be shrouded in treacherous clouds.

This year is a good year. The village has purchased tractors and set up vegetable greenhouses. Every family's New Year's Eve dinner table has a little more color than before.

Almost all of them coincidentally placed a plate of candied tomatoes in the center of the dining table.

In the cold north, let's count it as the only fresh fruit.

After the New Year's Eve dinner at Grandma Chen's house, He Xiaoman took Gouwa, Ergou and a group of children to set off firecrackers in the yard.

The higher ups are not allowed to celebrate the Spring Festival with great fanfare, but the enthusiasm that people have been looking forward to for a year has been repeated, and this year the entire village has a good income except for the idle stuff like pig tails, so some people also bought some firecrackers to welcome the God of Wealth .

He Xiaoman carefully divided the two pieces of earth red he bought into small pieces, and distributed them to these little kids who were sniffing their noses in the cold wind but full of expectations.

Pairs of frozen red little hands stretched out, and said "Thank you, little sister Zhen" when they got their own section of firecrackers, and Gouwa stood beside her with a small chest, looking very proud.

(End of this chapter)