This meeting was another unhappy parting, Lin Xi didn't even let Song Shan enter the gate, and drove Song Shan away at the door.

Song Shan didn't have the courage to meet the old lady.

The old lady counted him down every time, as if he was Chen Shimei, how could he be embarrassed.

So he ran away in a daze.

After going to the county seat, I did two things, the first thing, fishing for people, fishing for people is easy to say, the fifteenth uncle knelt on the ground and begged for people, but he couldn't release people, but it was not difficult to say, it depends on who comes forward.

Song Shan directly broke into the county government, County Magistrate Zhong is a model worker, conscientious, and plans not to go to it for a year this year, so he was blocked by Song Shan at the door, and under the stalking, County Magistrate Zhong still made a phone call to the Public Security Bureau.

With Zhong Shaoheng coming forward, the matter is simple, the Public Security Bureau reconciled, and the Song family paid 20,000 yuan, this matter is in the past, of course, the fifteenth uncle can't take out 20,000 yuan, it is still on the mat of Song Mountain, and the villagers don't care so much.

This thing was done very quickly, and Song Kai'an was released in a few hours, but it also delayed Song Shan for a lot of time, and when Song Shan rushed to the bus station, the two beautiful girls had already turned into warriors and ate him to heart's content.

"It's all said three o'clock, where are you going!"

"Do you know it's cold?"

Song Jin and Song Xiu pinched him hard, complaining again and again.

"I'm stepping on the point, isn't this a traffic jam?"

Song Shan made up a reason.

"Lie to the ghost!" Song Xiu gagged: "I really think we haven't seen the world, and there is still a traffic jam, and it is not clear how many cars there are in the whole jade!"

"Build roads!"

Song Shan made up another reason, anyway, he didn't admit his mistake.

"Shanzi, it's going bad!" Song Jin gave him a sharp look, and said quite domineeringly: "Men become bad when they are rich, this is really good!"

"Two beauties, can't I be wrong!"

Song Shan is bitter, how can the people of our Song family be so calculating.

"Isn't it over like this?"

Song Xiu said coquettishly.

Picking up the two of them, they rushed back to Fengsheng overnight, feeling dark, stepping on snow, walking on mountain roads, and only at nine o'clock in the evening did they return home.

The next day is Chinese New Year's Eve, the twenty-third day of the lunar month, the traditional stove worship day.

The prosperous Song family follows the customs of Jiangnan.

On the twenty-third day of the lunar month, Chinese New Year's Eve, every household needs to kill chickens to worship the stove king, and this night's meal is also very rich.

After Chinese New Year's Eve, the next day, the cleaning begins.

Before the Chinese New Year, they will sweep the house and wash the bedding, which represents the meaning of removing the old and welcoming the new, so the family is very busy.

These things are not very difficult, but they are very trivial, either washing this, or washing that, it is a day to move, the old boxes in the house, the bottles that are placed for I don't know how many years, and the garbage in the corners and corners need to be removed.

"Dad!"

Song Shan sawed wood strips in the courtyard, sawing while saying, "Tomorrow our family will build a new kiln!"

Song Jifang is doing carpentry, don't look at his arrogance, he hasn't read any books, he is a rough farmer, but Song Jiang's skillful hands are with him, and his carpentry work is also very fine.

Two shelves in the courtyard have to be done, in the west wing, a table needs to be re-made, although they are simple carpentry work, but they also need craftsmanship, Song Shan laid his hands, Song Jifang did it himself, and it took two days to finish it.

"New kiln?"

Song Jifang paused for a moment, and the mosha rubbing the wooden board in his hand stopped, and he glanced at Song Shan: "Our kiln can still live, and it hasn't been built for long, this is still when I separated from your uncle and third uncle, and it was built!"

When Song Shan heard this, he gave Song Jin, who was rubbing the sheets next to him, a vague look.

"Dad, he doesn't lack this money, our children are older, my brother wants to marry a daughter-in-law, Shanzi also wants to marry a daughter-in-law, our kiln can't live so many people!" Song Jin understood quickly, and immediately came to help and said.

Today's houses, mud houses, tile houses, it seems that people can live, but if there are conditions, they can live better, everyone wants to live better, the house in the house is crowded, the kang bed is very large, but Song Shan and Song Jiang have a room, Song Xiu and Song Jin have a house, grow up, everyone has a secret, naturally do not want to have a room with others, need their own private space.

Even if they are brothers and sisters, there are some things that cannot be shared.

"That's right!"

When Song Jifang heard this, he nodded: "Although our kiln is big, there are actually only three kang beds, and in the future, your brothers will marry daughters-in-law, and you really have to build a new kiln!"

He thought about it again: "This matter has to wait for your brother to come back and get an idea, your brother is the eldest son!"

In a family, the position of the eldest son is very important.

"By the way, when will your brother come back?" Chen Ruhui came out of the kitchen, carrying a basin of dirty water, obviously cleaning the stove, hearing this topic, without saying a word, she had a seizure: "I told everyone to let your brother go on a blind date, but as a result, I haven't seen anyone now!"

"Mom, brother, he's busy!"

Song Xiu wore sportswear and walked out of the hall, this crazy girl made herself dusty, and a broom in her hand was full of cobwebs.

"Busy all day!"

Chen Ruhui said dissatisfiedly: "He's the busiest in the world!"

"You know what!"

Song Jifang blew his beard and glared: "How many people under our son have mixed rice to eat, he can't arrange things to come back for the New Year!"

"!"

Chen Ruhui was the last thing she was afraid of, Song Jifang, she immediately refuted: "Don't think I don't know, the leaders are idlers, isn't Shanzi also the boss, there are people working in this vegetable field every day, and he is not idle and panicked!"

"Mom, I'm busy too!"

Song Shan whispered.

"Fuck off!" Chen Ruhui gave him a domineering look to kill, Song Shan didn't say a word, shut up, and mixed in at this time, it was a dead end.

Comrade Song Jifang's combat effectiveness is really not good, this is a pull after three or two defeats, and he can only work with his head down, Chen Ruhui soon rushed into the kitchen again like a victorious old hen.

Song Jiang came back from Xijing, it was already the twenty-ninth year of the big year, and one day, it was the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and he just stepped on the point and came back, saying that he didn't mean it, and Song Shan definitely didn't believe it.

He probably had eyeliner at home and took the initiative to avoid the threatening blind date of his mother, so he came back in a hurry.

His eyeliner is most likely the head of the Song family.

Twenty-nine, thirty, is a good time to do New Year's goods, at this time of year, even if the villagers go over the mountains and mountains, they will go to the town to catch the market, be sure to get this year's New Year's goods back.

But this year's Fengsheng Village is different, the land route is different, but the waterway can be passed, and it goes straight to Yongshi, Song Shan contracted two boats, the kind of small cruise ships used in the inner river, these days to run back and forth every day, free for the villagers to ride, to meet the needs of the villagers in an all-round way.

The thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve arrived as scheduled.

Early in the morning, preparations began, chicken, duck and fish, everything is available, anyway, this meal in the evening must be the most sumptuous meal of the year.

This year, Song Jiming's family still had a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner with Song Jifang.

The eldest aunt and the old lady of Song Mountain began to buy vegetables in the morning, the freshest fish and shrimp, a few pigs were killed in the village, and the pork was also the freshest, and they also took a pork belly back to stew, and then made dumplings, a hearty mess.

A few big men are idle and panicked this day, either playing poker or mahjong, which is a custom.

At night.

On the big kang table of the Song family, everyone is seated, Song Jiming is the patriarch, sitting on the top, Song Jifang is secondary, Song Hao is Song Jiming's son, and he is also the eldest son of the big house, Song Jiang, Song Shan sitting, Song Jin and Song Xiu are the last, the eldest aunt and Chen Ruhui are sitting next to the two men.

"Let's touch a glass first, and I salute the ninety-seventh year!"

Song Jiming raised his glass and spoke.

"Respect for ninety-seven years!"

Drink wine, drink drinks, anyway, this cup has to be touched, and the family representatives are here for reunion this year.

"It's a pity for the third child!"

Song Jiming sighed: "If he is here, our family will be reunited!"

"I don't know where the third child is now!"

Song Jifang also sighed.

"Forget it, it's a good day, don't talk about these heartwarming things!" Song Jiming became the village head, and he was especially grateful to Song Jifang: "Jifang, you are considered to have made a fortune!"

"What is the eldest brother talking about, we are all a family!"

"Yes, family!"

Everyone laughed.

A few juniors can mix together, Song Jiming's family is thin, and his daughter is married, just one Song Hao, but the population of Song Jifang's family is prosperous, but Song Hao is the eldest brother, and he used to take care of a few of them, and the relationship can come from a good source.

"Da Jiang, you're mixed up!" Song Hao really didn't believe that this somewhat stupid cousin could have today's glory.

"It's all luck!"

Song Jiang said with a smile.

After the reunion dinner, it was cold outside, and the family was on the kang bed, watching the Spring Festival Gala.

It was nearly twelve o'clock in the evening.

The artillery battle was placed in the courtyard, waiting for time, and after the last quarter of an hour of the ninety-seventh year passed, the artillery battle was lit, and the crackling sounded, this was a cannon battle, and the whole village heard about it.

Firecrackers remove the old year.

Song Shan looked up to the sky, stared at the secluded night sky, and said indifferently in his heart: It's been ninety-eight years!