Little People Rise

Chapter 771 Song Zhi's Heart
"It's not a matter of willingness or not. How can I have so much money?" Song Hai had already spent all his savings in order to treat Xiuxiu's illness.

"You lied to the devil, you obviously got [-] million investment, recruited so many workers, and said you have no money, Song Hai, don't think of me as the Song family, don't blame me." Song Zhi's eyes were red, and he was already anxious about Fenglan's residence. lose my mind.

At this moment, Song Hai answered a phone call, did not quarrel with Song Zhi, and walked out while answering the phone.

At the same time, Song Zhi searched everywhere in the hall of the house. In a drawer in the hall, he took away the Song family's sheepskin fruit processing formula.

The temporary residence of Fenglan, a suburban village, is a tarpaulin tent.

The originally cloudless sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, thunder and lightning, and then a strong wind blew up.

The tarpaulin tent was shaken from side to side by the strong wind, and the four foot stakes that fixed the tarpaulin tent made a creaking sound.

The sky started to rain lightly while driving.

Song Zhi, who was getting the sheepskin formula, saw the sudden change of sky and thought of Fenglan's tent. He looked anxious and ran to Fenglan's tent in a panic.

"Mom, I'm afraid, I'm afraid."

In the tent, the little girl Yingzi hid in Fenglan's arms when she heard the strong wind blowing against the tent.

"Yingzi is not afraid, mother is here?" Although Fenglan comforted her daughter, she panicked, and her hands holding Yingzi began to tremble.

"Mom, are you cold? Yingzi went to get clothes for her mother." Yingzi felt her mother trembling all over.

Fenglan shook her head again and again: "Yingzi, mom is not cold, maybe she has a little cold, go and have a look when the wind stops."

Yingzi nodded in half-belief, and when he heard the thunder, he said, "Mom, it's good that Dad is here. If Dad is here, we won't be afraid."

Feng Lan nodded silently, with Song Zhi in her eyes, heart, and mind.

In order to alleviate Yingzi who is getting more and more afraid, and even Fenglan's own fear, Fenglan and Yingzi talked about Song Zhi.

"Yingzi, do you like Papa Song?"

Yingzi nodded again and again: "Yingzi likes Papa Song."

Just when Fenglan heard Yingzi's answer, her face was full of relief, the tarpaulin on the south side of the tent suddenly jumped up.

Fenglan watched the tarpaulin getting higher and higher, heard the sound of the wooden pile shaking, and looked at Yingzi emotionally: "Yingzi is obedient, just stay in the tent and don't go anywhere. Mom, go outside and have a look."

Yingzi looked at the rising tarpaulin and nodded obediently: "Yingzi listen to mother, mother be careful."

Feng Lan nodded again and again, picked up a hammer, put on a bamboo hat and went out of the tent, just as she got out of the tent, her eyes were blinded by the wind and sand.

In the howling wind that made it difficult to move, Fenglan reached the south side of the tent, and the wooden stakes that fixed the tent feet had been lifted by more than 20 centimeters by the wind.

Braving the wind and rain, Fenglan raised the hammer and hit the stake with difficulty, trying to drive the stake down.

Before, it was possible to beat down for a few minutes, but then the wind and rain became more and more severe, and Fenglan's hammer could not hit the right direction, and she fell to the ground with a plop.

Seeing that the wooden stakes continued to be strung together, Feng Lan was so anxious that she threw herself on the wooden stakes and firmly grasped the wooden stakes with both hands.

At this moment, seeing that the wooden stake and Fenglan were blown up by the strong wind, a pair of strong hands appeared in time.

"Fenglan, you go back to the tent first, leave this place to me."

"Brother Song, I'll help you."

"Fenglan, you are injured, it's not good for the wound to rain, go back quickly."

Song Zhi had already grabbed the hammer and beat the stake in the wind and rain.

Fenglan's face was full of tears: "Brother Song, please be careful."

Ten minutes after Fenglan returned to the tent, Song Zhi fixed the stakes and returned to the tent.

"Fenglan, I'm useless, I've made you suffer." Song Zhi blamed himself all over his face.

"Brother Song, as long as you are here, we will not suffer." Feng Lan's simple answer made Song Zhi feel even more uncomfortable.

Song Zhi was full of excitement: "Fenglan, don't worry, when I sell the sheepskin formula, I will build a new house for you and Yingzi."

"Your Song family's sheepskin formula?" Feng Lan looked surprised.

Song Zhi nodded silently.

Fenglan shook her head again and again: "Brother Song, you told me that the sheepskin formula is inherited from your family, it must be very precious, you can't sell it to others."

Hearing Fenglan's words, Song Zhi opened his hands and hugged Fenglan tightly: "Fenglan, if I don't sell the formula, I won't have the money to build a house for you and Yingzi. Are you really willing?"

Feng Lan nodded again and again: "I am willing, I believe that Brother Song will be rich one day."

Hearing Fenglan's words, Song Zhi hugged her even tighter, and secretly swore in his heart: "Song Zhi, if you let Fenglan suffer with you again, you will not be a man."

Early the next morning, when Li Xiaoning was still in Shaling Village, his cell phone rang, and he answered Song Hai's call.

As soon as the phone was connected, Song Hai's panicked voice came: "Brother Li, it's bad, the sheepskin formula is gone."

"What is missing?" Li Xiaoning took back the juice and cans made of sheepskin formula from the Fendou processing factory yesterday. At the same time, he added Chenlu Sijilu from the Four Seasons Grass to the juice and cans, and is observing the changes in the juices and cans.

"Brother Li, after I got home from the factory with you yesterday, when I checked the formula, I couldn't find it."

Li Xiaoning saw the changes in the juice and canned food that had been added with Four Seasons Dew. After tasting each of them, he immediately felt that the taste was refreshing and fresher than before, just like eating fresh fruit, and at the same time it had the taste of fermented fruit.

Moreover, Li Xiaoning has tested through instruments, whether it is fruit juice or canned food, the original chemical composition content in the fresh-keeping ingredients has changed from a few tenths of a percent to zero.

"I'll come over now."

After Li Xiaoning finished speaking, he hung up the phone and drove into the county town to Song Hai's residence.

"Brother Li, when I left yesterday, I put the sheepskin formula in this drawer. When I got up today, I couldn't find it?" Song Hai anxiously brought Li Xiaoning to the place where the formula was originally stored.

At this time, Li Xiaoning looked around and said calmly: "Song Hai, don't be so anxious. Your sheepskin formula must have been registered and applied for a patent. Even if it was stolen by others, others would not dare to produce it blatantly."

Song Hai shook his head again and again: "Brother Li, my ancestral sheepskin recipe has never been registered for a patent because of the problem of fresh-keeping ingredients."

Hearing Song Hai say that there was no patent application for registration, Li Xiaoning thought of the flaws in the preservation of the formula, and said with bright eyes: "Even if there is no patent application for registration, we are not afraid. Isn't there a flaw in the formula? Even if someone steals it and mass-produces it If so, we will know who this person is."

Song Hai was reminded by Li Xiaoning, and nodded again and again: "Brother Li is right, even if they stole the formula, it will be useless. By the way, Brother Li, to improve the formula for keeping fresh, did Brother Li think of a way?"

(End of this chapter)