Morning.

The gentle sunlight reflected in the window, Song Shan turned over, turned his back to the direction of the window, and fell asleep again, about half an hour later, the door opened, and Chen Ruhui walked in.

"You bastard, it's almost nine o'clock now, and you haven't gotten up yet!"

Chen Ruhui picked up the clothes in Song Shan's suitcase, rolled some clothes to be washed on his hands, and saw Song Shan rolling the quilt on the kang in all directions, and couldn't help but smoke the clothes on his hands.

"Mom, you let me sleep a little longer!"

Song Shan lay on the bed and refused to get up.

The kang in the house is very hard, and it is uncomfortable to lie down, but as soon as he lies down, he sleeps comfortably, much more comfortable than sleeping on those soft Simmons, and he sleeps very soundly, and there will be absolutely no insomnia.

"It's okay anyway, so you can sleep a little longer!"

Song's mother, Chen Ruhui, has always been very accommodating to Song Shan, but she just instructed: "When you get up, call your brother back, your brother has called you twice in the morning!"

"Got it, got it!"

Song Shan waved his hand and fell asleep again.

It wasn't until about half past ten that he got up.

At this time, Song Jifang had an opinion, he sat in the courtyard, smoking a dry cigarette, and chattered: "Which child in our village is like you, sleeping until noon, how old is it, it's so lazy to do it, how will you work in the future......

He chattered endlessly, and Chen Ruhui had another opinion: "This kid finally came back for a few days, you can't say a few words, our family's work is done, what's wrong with letting him sleep a little longer!"

"You are a loving mother!"

Song Jifang glared at his wife.

"What did my son lose, he lost your net worth, Song Jifang, you tell me clearly!" Song's mother widened her eyes and stuck her waist, the temperament of the northwest woman is fierce, if you want to quarrel, Chen Ruhui has never been afraid of anyone.

"Good men don't fight with women!"

Song Jifang was timid, and continued to smoke his dry cigarettes, basking in the sun, with a haughty look that I don't have the same knowledge as you.

Looking at the two bickering, the corners of Song Shan's mouth after washing his face couldn't help but raise a bright smile, he hadn't seen this scene for many years, and from the bottom of his heart, he felt warm, very warm.

"Baby, what do you want to eat at noon?" Song Mu asked.

"Noodles!"

Song Shan said, never tired of eating Chen Ruhui's noodles.

"Okay!"

Mother Song went directly into the small kitchen.

Song Shan walked over, sat on the bench under the old locust tree, and asked, "Dad, I heard that this time our Song family's tomb sweepers from Yanbian also came!"

"Hmm!"

Song Jifang nodded: "In previous years, we only worshipped with Qingshan and Tongyu, they were all neighboring towns, and they were all here in the jade capital, but this year I heard that the patriarch over there in Yanbian came and wanted to sweep it together, mainly to worship the ancestral tomb of Longniu Mountain, and the patriarch should come down!"

The Song family has been moving to the northwest for hundreds of years, and the family of hundreds of years has left here to settle outside.

Yanbian is Yanbian County, Lizhou City, Shuchuan.

The Song clan had a split in the Guangxu year, where did the migration go, developed for a hundred years, and now it is also a big family, I heard that the development is not bad, this time it is estimated that they want to come back and fight for a priority.

Song Shan remembered that Song Shan was not involved in this matter in the previous life because he was at school, but later he heard from his father that the trouble was not very pleasant, and then he had less contact with Yanbian.

The main reason is that the Fengsheng Song family is poor, and the people over there in Yanbian are rich, so they want to compete for a genealogy.

For generations, a family has had clans and side branches.

Yanbian is considered a side branch.

But now that they are rich and powerful, they want to compete for the identity of a clan, and in the future, they want the Song family to be dominated by the Yanbian ancestral hall.

"Dad, have we paid back the money our family owes?"

Song Shan asked suddenly.

Before, he and Song Jiang were busy with grain and oil affairs in the county, and they really didn't pay too much attention to these small things, otherwise they wouldn't have made an oolong incident that made Song Xiu run away from home.

"It's back!"

Song Jifang nodded: "The 100,000 yuan that your sister brought back last time, I returned the money door to door, and it was not easy for them!"

Saying that, Song Jifang also breathed a sigh of relief.

has been in debt for many years, and he is three points shorter when he goes out to see people.

Now that the money has been repaid, it can be regarded as straightening the waist.

"Baby, you don't read this book anymore, what do you want to do in the future, just follow your brother to do business? Your sister brought back 100,000 yuan before, 100,000 yuan, our family has not been able to save this money for many years, except for the replacement of 12,000 yuan, the rest have been saved by me, I dare not move, you tell me, what kind of business is your brother doing outside, how can he make so much money in just a few months!"

Song Jifang has been worried about this matter, yesterday Song Shan came back, he wanted to say, Leng is holding back, now he can't hold it back, or ask a clear, otherwise don't worry, children go out to work, it's a good thing to have money back, but there is too much money, and it's also worrying.

"Dad, if you want to know what kind of business my brother does, you will know at night!"

Song Shan silently nosed.

He had to admit that this was his own mistake.

He overestimated his father's ability to bear too much, the elder sister brought back 100,000 yuan, except for repaying the debt, he didn't move a cent, he couldn't say clearly, it is estimated that he didn't dare to move a dollar, for fear of causing trouble to his son.

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Song Shan called five or six laborers who were usually close to the Song family in the village, and now in October, it was almost winter, and there was no farm work in the village, and they were idle, so Song Shan called for help, and they went.

A group of people pushed a cart, went out of the village, crossed the mountains, and waited in Panshi Mountain.

Fengsheng Village is out of the mountain, which is Mingshan Village.

The village road in Mingshan Village is not bad, it can be opened to traffic, and the car can drive all the way to the pass of Panshi Mountain, but when you enter Panshi Mountain, even Suzuki King is a little choked, and ordinary vans can never be driven out.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

A van came from Yudu County and finally came to Mingshan Village.

"Mr. Song!"

Down a young man, this is a driver in the logistics department of Fengnian, Wan Yan, he has a lot of respect for Song Shan.

"Have you sent them all!" Song Shan asked.

"It's all here!"

"Let's move then!"

His Suzuki King almost couldn't cross the mountain, let alone the van, these electrical appliances, he could only use a rickshaw, and then he pushed it in.

"Big fridge!"

"Big color TV!"

"It's a washing machine!"

"I know this, this seems to be some kind of gas stove, burning gas!"

A few people in the village watched a few of the electrical appliances put down from the van, and chirped: "Mountain baby, your family is really rich!"

"Hehe, a small stroke!"

Song Shan said with a smile.

The purchase of electrical appliances was planned before he came back, and they were all bought from the city, the refrigerator was three-tiered, and the large color TV was thirty-two inches.

A group of six or seven of them moved all these electrical appliances back to their homes, and it was almost five o'clock, but a few people were tired enough to choke, and some ravines had to be carried by a few people to carry a big cart over.

"You baby, why are you buying so many of these things?"

Song Shan invited an electrician to rearrange the circuits in the house, otherwise so many electrical appliances, the load of the Song family's wires, can not hold on, Song Mu watched him busy beside him, a little worried, and chattered: "This laundry can use the machine, what else do I use!"

Song Shan ignored her, and had to let her adapt to a luxurious life.

Evening.

The courtyard of the Song family is already full of people from the left and right, everyone is holding a small bench, waiting for the big color TV to start broadcasting, and several big households in the village also have a black and white TV, a big color TV, but it is the first time in the world.

Song Shan was installing the antenna, took a long bamboo pole, set it up, and lifted it.

Then I put all the lines up.

"That's it!"

Song Shan was so busy sweating that he took off all the coats on his body, sat down with his ass, and pressed the remote control.