Raise your wife to be the richest man

Chapter 161 Happy New Year
Just like in the early years, I no longer have the joy of buying New Year’s goods. The family has already prepared all the New Year’s goods. There is everything to eat, drink, and play, and I have prepared it in advance.

This has been the case since Song Ci was in high school. They were all bought in advance. During the Chinese New Year, there is no need to buy anything, just wait at home to eat.

My mother arranged everything so clearly that Song Kui couldn't get her hands in it, let alone Song Ci.

In the past, Lao Song would occasionally come back to entertain guests and have family banquets. Later, he found it troublesome and felt sorry for his wife, so he always entertained guests outside. Except for relatives and friends, he rarely brought them home.

Several large refrigerators that used to prepare ingredients frequently have also become one.

On New Year's Eve, Song Ci was called up early in the morning to start cleaning and preparing food for the New Year's Eve dinner. Over the years, my mother has become more sophisticated in cooking.

All kinds of cuisines are also very skilled, quite like a chef.

Song Ci could only fight, and was kicked out of the kitchen when he was busy. He watched his grandfather and father playing chess, so he leaned over to help make tea.

"Go, go, go, spoil the good tea, what are you brewing?" The old man took a sip and poured out the tea in the teacup.

The old man is a tea lover, and so is Lao Song, but Song Ci is not.

The main business of the family is still tea, followed by agricultural products, then handicrafts, and some others. The most income comes from tea.

"It's okay to ask him to make tea with a cup, but he won't know how to make fine tea." Lao Song looked at Song Ci: "It depends on whether we can pass on this skill at home to our grandson."

My son doesn't count on me, and I can't count on him. I can only count on my grandson. I hope that I can like to play with tea and tea sets. At least there is a legacy.

Song Ci's family has their own tea making technology. The ancestors used to rely on this to eat, so they didn't become rebels and survived those difficult times.

When it was passed on to Grandpa Song Ci, he accumulated a little bit, bought a tea garden, and started his own small business. The family can be regarded as a bit of a fortune.

It is Lao Song who has really flourished. He has been fond of it since he was a child. Whether it is picking tea or making tea, he has enough patience and loves this matter enough.

Song Ci can't do it, he doesn't like these things at all, and if he is asked to pick tea, he will only study how to build a machine to do this.

There are many things that can only be done by people and cannot be replaced by machines, just like handicrafts, things like tea cannot be replaced by machines.

"Father doesn't like it, how can my son like it?" Song Ci looked at the old man's eyes, and immediately changed his words: "I will give birth to a few more, and there will always be one who likes it."

The old man continued to look at the chess pieces.

Don't look at them all serious, but they are all bad chess baskets. Lao Song is like this, and the old man is also like this.

Inherited to Song Ci, he is also a stinky chess basket. He usually plays chess with Tang Shi, and he loses more and wins less, and he never gets tired of it.

"Next year you will be 24, you will be 25 when you get married and have children, the second wife will get 27, the third one will get 29, and the fourth one will get 31. Even if you are 35, you will only have 6 children. I hope you can like it." Yes, otherwise there would be no one to pass on the craftsmanship." Lao Song replied.

From a small tea factory to a group company, Lao Song has done technical work in the workshop and also ran business. He has done everything, basic and non-basic.

A small factory was made bigger and bigger by him until it reached its current scale.

"You are as lazy as your father. Your father is smart anyway, so you are the only lazy one left." The old man looked at Song Ci and shook his head: "What are you going to do in the future? Leave it to your wife?"

Jiang is still old and hot, the old man can guess Song Ci's general thoughts.

More or less, the old man doesn't like this kind of behavior. Song Ci's family is somewhat machismo. Although they all love their wives, they still prefer to make their own decisions when doing things.

The character outside the male lead.

Song Ci was just the opposite, he would rather be a cat than manage his own business, he was very lazy.

"Let's talk about it when the time comes. Anyway, it belongs to my own family. Who cares if it doesn't matter. Besides, I don't like to care about these things." Song Ci replied.

Lao Song shook his head and did not speak.

I was born by myself, I know it well, a salted fish, it is said that the tiger father has no dogs, and it is not true.

"I'm curious, where did you invest in Xiao Tang?" Old Song looked at Song Ci curiously.

The money invested in Tang poetry is not small.

Where did Song Ci get the money? That's what Lao Song was most curious about. Where did he earn it?

"Stocks, futures, funds, that's all." Song Ci replied solemnly.

The old man looked at him in surprise. He didn't expect his grandson to play this game and make money. He once lost tens of thousands of dollars, so he stopped playing.

Lao Song touched his chin: "I don't believe it!"

Song Ci: "."

It is not an easy task to fool the old man, Song Ci is very clear, if the source of money is not from these places, Song Ci would not dare to say that.

There are also various investment companies, and Song Ci is not afraid of revealing his secrets.

"I have my own way to make money. Believe it or not, I still have [-] million in my bank card?" Song Ci asked.

Seeing that Lao Song still didn't believe it, Song Ci didn't explain it, so that was enough.

The old man came over and said with a smile, "Grandson, show me if it's true."

The old man with piercing eyes kept staring at him, Song Ci had no choice but to show him the information.

Balance: 100454562.5.

It's really [-] million.

"It's really [-] million, son, look, it's true! Ma De, my grandson is pretending, this brat, he won't even talk about making money." The old man stretched out his hand and pulled Lao Song, telling him to come over and take a look.

Lao Song took a look and was even more surprised.

It's normal to have a few million, tens of millions. After all, his wife gave him a lot, and there are also several million. He didn't expect so much.

"Part of it is this year's dividend, and part of it is earned. Next year, I plan to become an investment company, and I hope to achieve a billion in own funds." Song Ci put away the phone.

The old man stroked his beard and nodded in satisfaction. These are the sons and daughters of the Song family.

If he could give it away, he would have to knock on Song Ci with a cigarette stick.

"I'll transfer some money to you later. You can start the company first, and you can handle the funds yourself." Lao Song added: "Don't ask your mother for pocket money anymore."

Song Ci: "."

Losing pocket money is more uncomfortable than earning money.

My mother would transfer some money to him every month, saying that no matter what money he earned, it would not be enough to support the family, for fear that he would have no money to spend.

Now it's gone, and I have to earn it myself in the future. The money I earn is not as good as my mother's money!

Although the pocket money is gone, at least he has proved that he is not a simple salted fish, and his father also gave him a start-up fund. Next year, he can show his talents again.

I also invest in the entire company and experience the joy of being a boss.

"How many?" Song Ci asked.

Lao Song didn't say how many there were, but depending on the situation, there shouldn't be too many.

"Uncle, uncle, can you play with me for a while?" Xiao Bao, who was holding a small train, called out at the door.

It seemed that he was afraid that Song Ci would not agree, but he was very polite.

Standing up, Song Ci walked to the door and took him to buy fireworks. He bought everything. Song Ci bought the fireworks every year. It happened that Xiaobao was bored and took him to buy fireworks.

Song Ci remembered that when he was young, fireworks and firecrackers could be set off in the city, but later they were not allowed.

On their side, they are all setting off the lights.

"Let's go, uncle will take you to buy fireworks." Song Ci picked up Xiaobao: "If you want to buy anything, just tell uncle."

This little guy came in the morning, and Song Kui and Xiaobao's father didn't arrive until noon. Every year during the Chinese New Year, when they were in Jinmen, their family would spend with their parents. If they wanted to go back to their hometown for the New Year, they would come back for the Lantern Festival.

One year here, one year back to his hometown, Zhang Jianbin is completely like Song Kuicai.

"Good uncle, I love you uncle." Xiaobao smiled happily.

It is very happy for children to have a loving uncle. If mom and dad don't buy things for them, they can get them by looking for them.

Xiaobao likes Song Ci, not only because Song Ci can support him, but also because Song Ci seldom refuses his request, even if he refuses, he will patiently tell him why he can't.

Children's likes are all pure, just because they are good to themselves.

"Let's go, uncle will take you out to play." Song Ci took a car key from the pile of car keys in the drawer: "Mom, I went to buy fireworks and firecrackers. Let my brother-in-law post the couplets."

After talking to his mother, Song Ci ran away with the child.

The places where fireworks are sold are not close, and there are some small temporary sales outlets, but there are no big goods. To buy big ones, you have to go to a place farther away.

Such flammable and explosive items will not be sold in urban areas, but in the suburbs.

Sitting in the back seat, Xiao Bao was happy for some reason and giggled as he watched the car window open and the city outside the window.

"Xiaobao, what are you laughing at?" Song Ci asked him.

"Uncle, there was a beautiful woman just now." Xiao Bao replied, "It's so beautiful."

Song Ci: "."

Is this Mengpo soup mixed with water?Such a young baby knows how to look at beautiful women!Can't choose a concubine when you grow up?

For a moment, Song Ci felt that it would be good if Zhang Jianbin didn't make a lot of money in the future. If he made a lot of money, would Xiaobao become a playboy?
Shaking his head, Song Ci felt that he was worrying a little bit.

Still young.

"Xiaobao likes to see beautiful women?" Song Ci asked again.

Xiaobao shook his head: "I think it looks good."

It's that simple, I just think it looks good, there is no reason.

Children's vision of beauty is different from that of adults. Their vision is more special. They may think that fat people are beautiful, and they may think that their hair is beautiful.

Aesthetics are not bumpy.

Taking him to the place where fireworks are sold, Song Ci bought a few boxes of large fireworks, firecrackers and paper money for joss sticks, and he wanted to pay homage to his ancestors at night.

After buying a lot of things for children, Song Ci drove Xiaobao back.

At this point, rushing home for lunch, waiting for the New Year’s Eve dinner, even if it’s Chinese New Year, it’s very simple and monotonous, without any special New Year’s flavor.

It's just that the sense of ritual has to be done properly. This is one of the most important festivals.

Before lunch, Song Kui also came to help with the cooking.

Song Ci was finally not alone watching grandpa and dad playing chess, and Zhang Jianbin was also watching, chatting with Lao Song from time to time.

Their food factory still doesn't have much benefit, and the income is good, but it's not a lot of money. I hope my father-in-law can help me a little bit.

The impeccable Lao Song has dealt with it and is not going to talk about it during the New Year.

Sometimes, Zhang Jianbin really doesn't have much foresight. There are obvious advantages and many disadvantages. Otherwise, he is now working in the group.

It's not that Lao Song couldn't stand it anymore, otherwise he wouldn't have let him resign.

Help still needs to be helped, and the son-in-law is not an outsider, but how to help, you have to think about it.

Seeing Lao Song like this, Song Ci pulled Zhang Jianbin aside to drink tea, so as not to make him worse in Lao Song's chess.

Around six o'clock in the afternoon.

Set off firecrackers, worship ancestors, and have dinner.

Song Ci's mother cooked a table of dishes, a big round table, and there was no space left. This meal had a lot left every year, and there was more than enough every year.

"Happy New Year!" He raised his glass and touched it.

You can’t eat much. These days, I eat meat all day long, and there is no shortage of food. I eat the same food all year round. I ate a lobster, ate some sea cucumbers, drank some fish soup, and had some snacks. Vegetables, eat some fruit, and you will be full.

Song Ci still ate the most and emptied a few plates, while the others ate less.

There was a table of food left, saying blessings, which made the old man very happy, and being mentioned to get married early, Song Ci felt that there was no way to talk.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, I watched the gala to pass the time. I didn't go to sleep until after twelve o'clock.

My lord is fine, but Little Treasure is lying on the sofa and falling asleep.

"The current shows are really getting less and less interesting." The old man said with emotion: "It's not as good as before."

He has restrained himself from saying anything worse, the more ugly he is, that's what he wants to say.

Song Ci also admitted this point, the show was not worth watching, he simply chatted with Tang Shi with his mobile phone, and after leaving for several days, his miss became more and more intense.

The feeling of not seeing each other every day is becoming more and more obvious, and the number of messages sent has increased.

When I first came back, I couldn't feel it, but gradually, this kind of miss became stronger, and I often found that I missed her very much.

Like him, Tang Shi felt the same way.

[After the New Year's Eve dinner, I'm nestling next to the stove, where's your house? ] Tang Shi sent him a message.

Song Ci took a photo to show her.

When the partner is not around, the emotion of boredom invades more quickly, but it still comes together with missing.

[Very boring, miss you. 】

【I miss you too. ] Tang Shi replied.

The laughing Song Ci attracted the attention of Song Kui who was next to her. She leaned over to look at it, but Song Ci blocked the phone from her.

"It's rare to see, the smell of sour love." Song Kui curled her lips: "The whole living room smells like this."

【New Year's Eve, let's buy a house in Baiyun City next year, and have a home. ] Song Ci sent a message.

Tang Shi did not object, and immediately sent a nodding emoji. She had money in her hand, and she was going to settle the matter of the house.

There is a house over there. When Tang Feng goes, or if his mother goes, there will be a place to live. If Song Ci's parents go, there will be a place to live.

Your own home is different from the feeling of renting a house. It has roots.

[My mother has read the horoscope, and also the time of marriage, wishing to marry me to you sooner. 】Tang Shi shared with him what happened at home.

These trivial matters are what she often talks to Song Ci, and Song Ci also likes to hear them.

Last year, with his hard work, the mother-in-law finally had a preliminary understanding of him. It was no longer a simple impression that he was a boy. She also had a general idea of ​​his appearance and personality.

On Song Ci's side, it was Grandpa who was impatient to let him get married early and to see his great-grandson. On Tang Shi's side, her mother thought the same way, wanting to hug her grandson.

The grandson still has to wait, but the grandson can have it first.

[Then get things done next year, and work and marriage will not conflict, so you can prepare with both hands. ] Song Ci returned the news.

Tang Shi sent an emoji rolling her eyes.

[Did our mother say the bride price? ] Song Ci asked her.

[She said that 6666 is enough, which means, we are all like this here, more than 6000, more than 1, more than 2 are too many, go through the process, and get back to you later. 】Tang Shi replied.

On their side, marrying a daughter-in-law has never been difficult, not only in terms of money, but also in other aspects, and the process is not complicated.

So there are so many people who marry early, as long as the marriage is recognized by the clan, it is actually more effective than a certificate.

[This is too little. 】

【No matter how much, she will be said to be selling girls. She doesn't dare to wear the jewelry you bought, for fear that others will steal it at night, and she is also afraid that they will ask me to borrow money. ] Tang poetry is also helpless.

It's not that he wants a lot of betrothal gifts, but that in Song Ci's view, the money may be a bit of a joke.

But there is no way, everyone is like this, it is best not to be independent, it will not be enviable, it will only cause a lot of trouble for yourself.

In a village, there are also a lot of trivial matters, and where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

[Then get married at that time, and give mom a monthly pension, how does your house look like? ] Song Ci asked her.

Tang Shi made a sighing expression.

[She refused to let me buy it, saying that it was useless to buy it, and it was not a long-term stay, so it was meaningless, so she refused to let me buy it. ] Tang Shi replied.

In short, the mother-in-law is still the same. She didn't let her spend money recklessly just because Tang Shi made money, especially money that was useless.

The matter of buying a house was stillborn like this, and it was put on hold infinitely.

[Then I bought it in Baiyun City and picked her up to live for a period of time a year. ] Song Ci thought about it and sent her a message.

Tang Shi also thought the same way, but he agreed to this, and did not object.

While chatting, it was twelve o'clock before I knew it, and just after twelve o'clock, Song Ci sent her a message [Happy New Year, wife. 】

【Happy New Year Husband. 】

【Transfer; 1314】

Song Ci never expected that his first red envelope of the new year would be given by his wife.

I also sent Tang Shi a 5200, and it was time to set off fireworks, so the two stopped chatting and went to various busy tasks.

In this way, Song Ci spent an unremarkable Spring Festival, counting the remaining time to meet, and didn't know when, before falling asleep.

I can't sleep thinking about getting married.

(End of this chapter)