Champion Bishop of the League

Chapter 156 Year (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)

After resting in Shanghai for a day, I bought some things and set off for home.

I took the plane ticket I booked in advance, and went through the same transfer. At 3 p.m., I passed the small slope, and when I turned into the compound, I happened to see my mother sitting and chatting with the neighbor's aunt, and there were a bunch of things beside them.

The God of Wealth, Fortune, couplets, and an aluminum pot are used to paste.

When my mother saw Qin Ming, she was very pleasantly surprised, especially when she saw Hanhan, she quickly put down the things in her hands, took them over and loved them: "Good granddaughter, do you miss grandma?"

Hanhan was still a little skeptical at first, and was tired from the car ride, but when she saw it was grandma, she immediately grinned happily, "Grandma, think about it."

"mom."

Weng Ruman said hello sweetly.

"Hey, you're tired from the car ride."

"It's good when we get home."

After standing and chatting for a while, Qin Ming took the things on the ground, holding the suitcase in his left hand, and the aluminum pot in his right hand made Qin Ming dumbfounded, "Mom, why did you buy this, don't we have it?"

"The leather ring of the pressure cooker at home is broken. Knowing that you are coming back today, I will cook kelp for you tonight. I bought a big pork bone."

As soon as he entered the house to put down his things, the elders and aunts in the yard surrounded him hearing the sound, and you said something to each other, it was mostly about building a new house, praising the Qin family for their good fortune, and my mother said happily.

The house is still the same, nothing has changed, except that the big banyan tree and bamboo forest behind the door seem to have grown stronger.

Dad is processing pork in the open space behind the house, good guy, there is a full half of a fat pig, and the internal organs are piled up in a big basin.

Qin Ming asked: "Dad, it's not even the New Year's Eve yet, it's so messed up."

Dad skillfully took out the pork ribs along the bone seam: "There are better ones on New Year's Eve."

Qin Ming was helpless: "I feel like I can't finish eating. Our refrigerator can hold so many things."

Dad said: "Your aunt's family bought it with me, and you, Uncle Huang, don't have many points."

Qin Ming: "Is the ground level?"

Qin Ming chatted about the more than ten cents allocated to the team.

Dad didn't even raise his head: "Next month, it should be the middle of the month, and the foundation will start. The design company you found in the province has a contracted construction team. Then I will ask Lao Huang and his son to help me keep an eye on it." with..."

Dad began to talk about his plan. Uncle Huang's son also worked on the construction site in the county, and he was considered a small contractor.

There were people coming from the house, and they were all acquaintances in the team and the courtyard. Qin Ming originally wanted to tell his father a few words, but in front of so many people, he couldn't say anything.

Dad was very stubborn: "You can just work outside, don't worry about it."

"hey-hey."

it is more than words.

He has seen the design drawing before, the kind of a proper single-family villa with a backyard, and a vegetable field can be drawn behind, and then some lettuce and cabbage can be planted, oh my god, the small life should not be too beautiful...

Nope, can't wait any longer.

Chinese people have always had a feeling for the land. Even if they live in a high-rise building, they can dig up soil on the roof and make full use of all the space to grow something, let alone the green onions on the balcony.

When Qin Ming returned to the house, everyone was chatting happily. Many people of the same age as him had only recently returned home. Only at this time can the compound be lively.

"I haven't seen you for half a year, Hanhan is taller again."

"This child is a beautiful girl at first sight."

The mother took Hanhan by the hand, and received a lot of compliments, one said the child had good eyes, the other said that the child had fair skin, and some said that he was the seed of reading...

Weng Ruman could only stand outside the circle, laughing and smiling.

My mother has never been so happy. Two weeks ago, my son brought back a large sum of money, saying that he did a good job at work, why did he lead people to play games and won the prize money earned by the champion, and wanted to build a new house.

In this era where money is the norm, it means promising. As a mother, she has no skills and can't afford to give too much. Fortunately, her son is up to the task, and her granddaughter is also a blessing. She is so happy.

After the hustle and bustle, the crowd slowly dispersed. My mother yelled to stay and eat, but no one responded. On such a day, of course, my family lived their own life.

"Where's Qin Ming?" Mother asked.

Weng Ruman went inside and said nunu: "Go into the back room."

At this time, Hanhan also said: "Grandma, I'm going to play in the back."

Hanhan walked in with her calves, and as soon as she entered the backyard, she took the initiative to put her little hand into her father's big hand.

Uncle Huang had a cigarette in his mouth, and held a knife in his right hand to help divide the meat. At this time, he smiled and said: "Old Qin, your granddaughter is good at it, she is so sensible at such a young age."

The muscles on Qin Guojun's face twitched, and he squeezed out a trace of anger and said, "Hmph, can you put down the knife as long as you speak, don't scare my granddaughter."

"Haha."

The old men in the yard all laughed.

Uncle Huang and his son moved to Qin Ming after moving the meat, "I heard from Uncle Qin that you spent tens of thousands on the design of the room."

"Large companies have a good reputation, which also includes a part of the money for new building materials. If they understand this, do they still have channels?"

Of course, the residence for the rest of my life must be improved.

Dad Qin Guojun curled his lips: "There is money to burn."

Uncle Huang turned around and said, "Then you don't hold the renderings and look at them again and again, hehe, just be stubborn."

Turning around, he saw Qin Ming who was putting his hands on the meat, "How long will it take?"

"About 3." He had to set aside a week for the players to recover.

"That was quite a rush."

Qin Ming's industry was unknown to them. In their generation, they never imagined that playing games needed someone to manage them, and that they could actually make money.

On the contrary, the younger generation learned from the adults that he was the coach of the domestic League of Legends team. He was so kind, "Uncle Qin, Uncle Qin" kept shouting, and seemed to want to know if he had the talent to eat e-sports. Until this time, Qin Ming always smiled and said nothing.

Even he felt that if he had a choice, it would be the right way to be a small town and a writer.

Universities, examinations, and entry systems are even more kingly.

"Snowflakes are fluttering, the north wind is blowing, the world is one piece, boundless..."

The next day.

Qin Ming was standing in the backyard with Hanhan in his arms, one was singing, and the other was looking at the banyan tree above his head without blinking.

There was no snow this winter, but it was a bit cold with frost.

Weng Ruman had just combed his daughter's hair, and now he was figuring out his personal grooming issues. Hearing what Qin Ming sang, he was funny and annoyed, "Where is the snow and plum, you just sing " "A Plum Blossom" is really a riot."

Qin Ming suddenly became unhappy, and complained: "Hey, let me ask you if you understand how to use scenery to express your feelings. Let's make some associations. I will take my daughter to enjoy the scenery and see the banyan tree drop its leaves. Can't you?"

Weng Ruman was choked by him, seeing that Hanhan slept with her grandma last night and he behaved well, she didn't intend to argue with him, "Okay, okay, you just take your daughter to blow the cold wind, I'm spoiling the scenery. "

Seeing his mother coming, Hanhan didn't care about the confrontation between the two, turned around and rushed towards Weng Ruman, not wanting him as a father.

Weng Ruman led him back: "You play here alone, don't go into the house."

"Hehehehe." Hanhan listened to the bickering between the two, and was habitually silly.

"You can't come in if you say you can't? Hey, I want to go back to the house now."

"Grandma, grandma." Hanhan started calling again, and then her mother quickly came over.

Qin Ming has seen such a scene countless times, which made him feel that he is a bit redundant in this family.

Damn it, why didn't I get any treatment?

"Bring her some snacks again, and I won't be able to eat at noon later, so don't spoil her." Qin Ming couldn't help but said.

As expected, my mother ignored it at all, "You were much more greedy than this when you were a child. You could secretly knock and drink raw eggs, and you even put the eggshells together and put them back in the chicken nest."

Gan, he exposed his black history again, so that he was a little embarrassed, Qin Ming snorted: "Didn't I have nothing to eat at that time?"

"Have you no food, are you hungry? I drank sweet potato porridge when I was a child, and I drank three meals a day. Didn't it come like this?"

Mom's theory of pickled vegetables and sweet potatoes made Qin Ming choke and almost didn't come up, "Forget it, I'd better not get in your way."

Seeing him turn around and walk out, Weng Ruman asked, "Where are you going?"

Qin Ming didn't turn his head back, "I'm going to sweep the floor and clean up."

The wind outside stopped, and the compound became lively again.

"Dad, I'll do it."

"You take the broom and sweep the leaves and garbage out of the front yard."

Dad was cleaning the ceilings of the houses and followed orders.

Qin Ming went out with a bamboo broom and found that the neighbors had been messing around for a long time.

Most of them live in one group. There is a concrete floor between Qin Ming's house and other people's houses, which is specially used for drying grain.

Clean up your own yard first, and pile up the leaf rubbish next to the bamboo forest, where a small rubbish field has been formed, and if there is too much, it can be burned easily.

He came to the concrete floor with a broom, and Uncle Huang greeted him with a shovel on his shoulder, "It's a bit late to get up."

"Morning, old man."

Being caught getting up late, Qin Ming hurriedly smoked.

"It's almost lunch time, it's still early."

Uncle Huang said while putting the cigarette on his ear.

Seeing him blowing his beard and staring at him, Qin Ming would only worry about his bad luck when he was stupid, and just nodded: "I'll do it, give me the shovel."

"Just a little weed."

"I don't bother you with this bit of work. Look, you have cleaned up the yard."

Qin Ming quickly took it, and after a while, he cleaned up some tenacious grasses that had emerged from the cement surface.

The courtyard was full of excitement, and the hardest-working people were the elders and ladies, and few young people moved infrequently.

"Grandpa, I'm done sweeping, you check it." A five or six-year-old boy ran over and grabbed Uncle Huang's arm and said.

"Okay, I'll go check."

Uncle Huang led his grandson by the hand, and immediately changed his face, "Well, you did a good job and deserve praise!"

Turning back to Qin Ming, he said, "This is your Uncle Qin."

The boy is also considered well-behaved, "Hello, Uncle Qin."

Qin Ming smiled and said, "Hey, I've grown so tall, I'm sure I'll be a man in the future."

The older generation likes to hear people praise his grandson, Uncle Huang's face is very happy.

After sweeping the yard, Qin Ming went home, and Dad was already preparing paste to paste couplets.

"dad."

Daughter Hanhan got out of nowhere, and watched her father and grandpa post couplets with bright eyes.

Eating at noon is naturally another big meal.

Qin Guojun: "It will be done after the next year."

"If you don't want to spend money in restaurants, the food should be better."

"I woke up. I agreed with Lao Xiao who set up the big table. He will cook it. The taste will definitely not be bad."

Seeing that his father had made arrangements, Qin Ming didn't say much.

"Son, come here."

After dinner, Weng Ruman took the initiative to wash the dishes. Qin Ming looked back and saw his mother waving at him.

"What's the matter?"

"Do you have enough money? Why do you put money into the card again? Hanhan will go to school next year, so don't you save some money? How much money can your dad and I spend in our hometown?"

"I have a plan, Mom, you can spend it with peace of mind."

Qin Ming earns hundreds of thousands of annual salary in RNG, not counting the bonus, and there are credits on the card, not to mention that his consumption in Shanghai is not high. If he wins the game, he will have a big meal, and the club can reimburse him.

Furthermore, if I enter the World Championship and make a breakthrough in the S Championship, my mother will probably be more sensitive to money.

It seems that money is not only the guts of a man, but also the pillar of the family. With money, many concepts will change.

Three days later, on New Year's Eve, there was even more meat, and a large pot of mutton.

"I ordered it from Butcher Zhang in the town. He has connections." The old man was very proud.

Eat well and drink well, watching the Spring Festival Gala with a lot less fun, and taking Hanhan to set off fireworks in the middle of the night.

On the first day of the new year, after eating noodles in the morning, Qin Ming took his wife and daughter to the neighbors to pay New Year's greetings, and the first one to go was Uncle Huang's house in the compound.

"Happy New Year and Happy New Year."

"Gong Xi Fa Cai Gong Xi Fa Cai."

"Drink a glass of sugar water, here are fruit plates and snacks."

Qin Ming chatted with Uncle Huang's son for a while, and when he saw Uncle Huang's grandson in the wing room, he quickly waved to him.

"Uncle Qin, happy new year."

"Xiaojie, how did you do in the final exam?"

My lord, there are other things to ask besides studying.

Huang Mingjie proudly said: "The third in the class! Uncle Qin, I wish you good luck and success in the new year." Huang Mingjie's eyes were shining, and he was a habitual offender of red envelopes.

His father patted him lightly on the back of the head. He seemed to be reproachful but he was very proud in his heart. Aren't children just comparing their academic performance? His son is indeed good at it, and he got full marks in mathematics.

"Take it, this is a reward from your uncle. I hope you will continue to work hard and strive to win the first place next year."

"No, children can't have it."

"Hold it, this is my learning gift for Xiaojie."

Huang Mingjie curled his lips aside, his pocket was pulled for a while, but the red envelope still went in.

Then, on the other hand, regarding Hanhan's red envelope, Qin Ming began to make a bad face, "Don't don't don't, don't give it."

"Take it, take it, I gave it to your daughter, it's none of your business."

After everyone left, Huang Mingjie secretly opened the red envelope, oh!They are all big red Grandpa Mao, counting them, there are ten of them.

1000 yuan!
It's a pity that his mother saw it, "Your Uncle Qin gave it all."

"Yeah, this is my achievement reward."

"Don't make trouble, mom will keep it for you, otherwise what will you do if you drop it, tell mom if you want to buy anything."

"I want to have my own cell phone."

"Looking for a fight, right?"

"Sigh." Huang Mingjie doesn't believe in love anymore, it's like this every year.

Huang Mingjie's mother leaned over to his father, "Look at this, the red envelope we sealed is only 200."

"I'll find a chance to send it back later, it's too much, I can't take it."

Having said that, I still think in my heart that Qin Ming must have made money working hard in the big city, and even the cigarettes he smokes are a bit higher. If he insists on saying that he is not envious, that would be a lie. The circle is different, well, my son must go out...

　Book friends, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)