Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Chapter 2257 Harmony
Who knows what tricky questions he might ask.

"Yes! If you admit that you are stupid, you don't have to answer!" Wan Feng said slowly.

It is impossible for a certain woman who can be knocked down and not scared off by others to admit this, especially if she admits that she is stupid.

Luan Feng bit the bullet and said, "Answer the answer! It's like I'm afraid."

"Then listen carefully, suppose I fell into the river with your dad...do you understand?"

This is a replica of your wife and your mother falling into the river together.

As soon as Luan Feng heard that this question was not difficult, it was just a question without an answer. She felt that this kind of question was vague and nonsense, so she passed it.

"Suppose I fell into the river with your dad. Listen, do you eat pork or beef?"

Zhang Xuan burst out laughing, she knew someone's problem would not be so simple.

Luan Feng was dumbfounded, what does this have to do with what kind of meat to eat?
"I'll give you three seconds, start counting now, one...two..."

"Eat pork... oh no no, eat beef."

Wan Feng looked contemptuous: "Your paralyzed man and your father fell into the river, and you still have the heart to eat meat! Did you come from Mars?"

Zhang Xuan covered her stomach and bent over laughing.

"Don't you all know how to swim? I think you won't drown." Luan Feng quibbled.

Zhang Xuan was already rolling on the bed.

"Hurry up and find your son! From now on, teach him to read every day, and if you look like a wild cat like you, I won't kill you!"

Luan Feng turned around and ran downstairs with a grin.

Wan Feng looked back at Zhang Xuan smiling on the bed and slapped her on the back: "Smile! You know how to laugh!"

After speaking, I laughed too.

The tense nerves in the morning were instantly relaxed, and Wan Feng lay on the bed with his daughter on his stomach.

So Wan Yu used his nose to practice the Nine Yin Manual.

Are these little bastards hereditary? Wan Chongyang liked to pull his nose and ears back then, so why is Wan Yu a virtue now that it's Wan Yu's turn?
"Pull Dad's nose again and hit him! I should have named you Wan Chaofeng back then."

Xiao Wanyu probably didn't understand what it meant to smack, she giggled and continued to study her father's nose.

"Why don't you call me Wan Chaofeng? Call me my daughter Wan Chaofeng." Zhang Xuan protested.

Mei Chaofeng is more human than a ghost, and her daughter should not be that kind of person.

"How about we go to the Cultural Center Food Street to eat at night? I haven't been to the Cultural Center since it was completed. Let's go with the whole family tonight and relax." Wan Feng suddenly proposed.

Luan Feng, who had just brought her son back, rejoiced: "Okay, okay! Bring your parents along, let's go as a family."

Zhang Xuan did not express any objection, although she still had some manuscripts that had been submitted to Inna River publications that she hadn't read yet.

Look at the time 04:30 PM.

It's still early to cook at this time in summer, so I just go out for a stroll.

Wan Feng hugged Wan Yu, Luan Feng led Xiao Chongyang, the family of five went downstairs, and then called their parents to go out and take a car.

Wan Feng was driving, Zhang Xuan was holding Wan Chongyang in the passenger seat, and Luan Feng was holding Wan Yu in the back seat with his parents.

Fortunately, the space of this car is not bad, but it would definitely not be able to sit in Qingfeng.

Jiangwei People's Cultural Palace is located at the land junction between Waqian and Xiaoshutun, occupying a larger area in Waqian.

Its architectural shape is the same as Shang Haihua Optoelectronics. It is a circular six-storey building with an area of ​​about [-] square meters and a construction area of ​​more than [-] square meters. Its appearance basically connects Xiaoshutun and Waqian. Together.

Wan Feng drove across the small bridge at the north end of Xiaoshutun Village, then turned left along the concrete road to the road leading to the Cultural Palace.

This is an open cultural palace, as long as people from the Jiangwei Industrial Zone can enter and exit freely with their ID cards, everything inside is free, except for the food on the gourmet stalls.

Wan Feng drove the car to the parking lot outside the east gate of the Cultural Palace, and the family got out of the car.

Wan Feng took over Wan Yu from Luan Feng and told Luan Feng: "If you lose your son again tonight, you can lie down on the road and let the car wheel help you wake up."

The last time I went to the Nanwan Learning and Entertainment Center, this bitch was addicted to playing computer games, and she didn't even know that her son was lost.

"It won't happen this time, I'll tie him up with a rope." Luan Feng took out a bundle of nylon ropes from his pocket.

Not bad, not bad, knowing that it has been prevented, this is an improvement and should be praised.

"Let Xiaochongyang follow us, I promise you won't lose it." Wan Shuichang said.

Luan Feng was so happy that her face looked like a chrysanthemum blooming on September [-], this time she could fly freely.

A family of seven walked into the east gate of the Cultural Palace.

The Cultural Palace has two gates, the East Gate and the West Gate.

The building of the Cultural Palace is circular, with a stadium in the middle and a circular runway on the outside. There is a football field, four basketball courts and tennis courts in the central area.

The first floor on the south side is the food street, which is divided into compartments with hundreds of food stalls.

These gourmet food stalls have to pay a stall fee. The annual fee for a stall is about 3000 yuan. The maintenance and purchase of equipment in the Cultural Palace is basically maintained by this ratio of income.

Since the completion of this cultural palace, it has become the biggest paradise in the hearts of young people in Jiangwei Industrial Zone. They play and socialize here, and the style of gambling in Jiangwei is much less.

Of course, this is not limited to young people, middle-aged and elderly people can also find what they like here.

There are chess and card rooms, elderly activity rooms, and a rehearsal and teaching center for square dance Yangko.

From time to time some old women dressed up like old goblins in red and green...

Wan Feng hadn't finished speaking when he felt pain in his ears.

"Sanba! Why are you so nervous?" Wan Feng stared at Luan Feng.

"Don't talk about the old goblin, my mother is the captain of the Yangko team!"

"I didn't say anything about her!"

This is unlucky, this ear is twisted in vain.

Wan Chongyang had obviously been here before, and as soon as he got here, he took his grandfather's hand to go to the children's playground, where he wanted to make bumper cars.

Wan Shuichang brought him here a few times, and the bumper car was the one that made him linger the most.

"Dad! Let's meet at the food stand at six o'clock."

It's really early for dinner now.

Wan Shuichang and his mother took Wan Chongyang to the Children's Paradise to play.

Wan Feng is going to take his two wives to the horror house, of course Luan Feng is not afraid but Zhang Xuan turns pale when he hears about the horror house.

Later, considering that my daughter was not suitable for that kind of atmosphere, I canceled my plan to go to the horror house to find excitement.

The entire first floor of the Cultural Palace is divided into three areas, which are food, children's playground and activity center for the elderly.

In addition, you have to go upstairs to play other items.

Although it's not time for leisure, there are still many people on the square in the Cultural Palace.

Some played basketball and football, some played tennis, and some elderly people ran around the circular track.

At the entrance of the Senior Citizens' Activity Center, Luan Feng's mother was wearing a red dress with a green belt around her waist, and she was performing an authentic Yangko dance.

In fact, her dance steps are not very standard.

At this time, the west-slanting sun sprinkled the afterglow on the roof of the Cultural Palace, which was shining golden and peaceful.

(End of this chapter)