At 10 a.m. on January 19, Jiang Feng dragged his suitcase and stepped on the train home.

Only Wu's mother and Wu Minqi saw them off, and it was still Wu's mother who drove. Wu Hanxue maintained his character as a cold father and workaholic very well, and chose to go to work in Wu's restaurant instead of sending his future son-in-law to the train station.

Although Wu Hanxue did not go to see him off, he handed Jiang Feng two jars of kimchi before going out, one short and fat, and the other tall and thin. The short and fat ones are the kimchi made by Mr. Wu himself, and the tall and thin ones are from the hands of Wu Hanxue, and the kimchi jointly produced by the former chef and the current chef of the Wu Family Restaurant is definitely the highest courtesy.

At the same time, it is also an affirmation of Jiang Feng.

The high-speed rail accompanied by kimchi is destined not to be too lonely......

Phew, what is accompanied by high-speed rail is very lonely, let alone kimchi, even if it is a high-speed rail accompanied by roast duck, roast pig, and roast camel, as long as there is no network, it is lonely.

Jiang Feng was bored leaning back in the chair and aimlessly swiping his mobile phone that couldn't get anything out except messages, and was thinking about whether to find someone to harass him and let the sand sculpture netizens accompany him for the long ten hours, and Wang Hao, the number one representative of the sand sculpture netizens, took the initiative to come to him.

Wang Hao: Brother Feng, you would never have imagined what a wonderful thesis topic I came up with!

Jiang Feng sent a question mark with a little confusion.

Wang Hao: Brother Feng, don't be so cold, my thesis topic is definitely a major breakthrough in the graduation thesis of our School of Physics.

Wang Hao: This is a small step for me, and indeed a big step for our School of Physics!

Jiang Feng: ......

This kid can't settle the topic for his graduation thesis, so he's stupid.

Jiang Feng: What topic have you set?

Wang Hao: The history of photonic crystals!

Jiang Feng: ......

Jiang Feng held his mobile phone and couldn't speak for a long time. At this moment, he thought a lot, and even thought that photonic crystals were only independently proposed in 1987. If Wang Hao really wants to write about photonic crystals, this is definitely modern history, and the reform and opening up are earlier than this.

Of course, what Jiang Feng thought about the most was how Wang Hao would die after he handed in his opening report when school started.

Was it hacked to death by an angry mentor, or hammered to death by an angry mentor?

Wang Hao, who was already at home on the other end of the phone, didn't know that Jiang Feng was still looking forward to his death, thinking that he had come up with a wonderful graduation thesis topic when he was in the fat house, and sent a message to Jiang Feng with great excitement.

Wang Hao: Brother Feng, do you think my topic is particularly hanging!

Wang Hao: I have thought about it, not only can I write the history of the development of photonic crystals, but also the history of optics, lasers, quantum mechanics, quantum optics, and electromagnetism.

Jiang Feng silently withdrew from the chat interface with Wang Hao, and decided to let his former roommate calm down by himself first.

When his excitement period is over and his IQ returns to the average, he will figure out how to die.

Wang Hao proved that sand sculpture netizens could not help Jiang Feng solve the boredom caused by the long-distance high-speed rail. After thinking about it, Jiang Feng felt that in this kind of happy family gathering for the New Year, the only one who could help him relieve his loneliness was his family, so he decided to go to the family group to announce the good news that he was about to return.

Strange to say, the Jiang family's family group has always been the most lively around the New Year, because in previous years, only around the New Year could everyone feast on the dishes made by the old man.

In previous years, when the Chinese New Year was celebrated every year, especially when there were people who failed to rush back in advance for various reasons, as long as they went to the hotel, the Jiang family group must be very lively, and the news was so swiped.

Send pictures before the meal, say your thoughts after the meal, interspersed with rainbow farts to the old man, and people who don't come back when necessary, are happy, saliva and tears fly together, and satiety and fat coexist.

But this year, this is about to reach the most exciting Chinese New Year's Eve, but the family group is as quiet as chickens, as calm as a pool of stagnant water, silent than the class group blocked by Jiang Feng, it is simply a fantasy. In the days when Jiang Feng was in the Demon Capital and Shudi, no one in the Jiang family's family group sent a message.

Incredible!

A few days ago, Jiang Feng was either on the road or accompanying his girlfriend every day, either sprinkling dog food or eating dog food, so he didn't find this problem, and now that he was free, Jiang Feng realized that something seemed to be wrong.

It's not something in general, it's very wrong.

With the personalities of Brother De and Brother Cheng, no matter how kind they are, they will not be him at most when they send pictures, but they will definitely send pictures.

The group is so calm and lifeless, there is definitely something wrong.

Jiang Feng originally wanted to post a sentence of "I'm back" in the big group, but after thinking about it for a while, he felt that it was inappropriate, so he switched to the small group of several of their cousins.

It's good to be a chef but to get up early: I'm back!

It's good to be a chef if you wake up early: I'll be at my grandfather's house tomorrow morning!

Five minutes passed, and no one paid attention to Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng didn't believe that no one was playing with his mobile phone in these five minutes.

After thinking about it, Jiang Feng made a killer move.

It's good to be a chef: when I came back, Uncle Wu and Grandpa Wu gave me two cans of kimchi, and I will take them back tomorrow, do you have anything else you want me to take back with me?

Although there are delicacies cooked by the old man himself and snacks and spicy strips in the commissary, there are always some snacks that cannot be bought in the village or town.

When the juniors of the Jiang family, who love snacks, return to their hometowns, there is always half a box of snacks in their suitcases.

After two minutes, someone finally replied to the message.

It's good to learn design but you have less hair: little brother, let's take the lead pig back.

Jiang Feng: ???

The lead pig is back???

What is the latest popular New Year's greeting? This year, when you go home and bring New Year's goods, you are so hardcore, and you don't bring anything else directly with pigs?

It's good to be a chef but to get up early: pig ????

It's good to be in the emergency department, but the salary is small: yes, little brother, don't bring anything else, it's useless to bring anything else now, grandpa wants a pig, if you have a way, you can get a pig that is similar to the big flower, two flowers and three flowers.

Jiang Feng was confused by Jiang Zaide and Jiang Shoucheng's replies, and felt that this kind of plot beyond the comprehension of ordinary people could no longer be explained clearly in WeChat, so he made a phone call directly to Jiang Zaide.

Seconds.

"Brother De, what happened when you and Brother Cheng just said that Grandpa wanted a pig?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Boss, don't you have any other pigs here? Do you know that there is another family here that hasn't killed pigs? Oh, sorry to disturb me. Jiang Zaide was obviously outdoors, and the voice on the other end of the phone was very noisy, and he didn't even have time to answer Jiang Feng's questions.

"Brother De, are you on the farm?"

"Don't mention it. Jiang Zaide's voice was full of exhaustion, "We're not at home now, little brother, don't go back at all, there's no one at home, we've all come out to look for pigs." ”

"Looking for a pig?" Jiang Feng was completely stunned, he couldn't understand what Jiang Zaide was saying at all.

"Why are you looking for pigs? This is about to celebrate the New Year, and the New Year's pigs raised in various villages should be almost slaughtered, so why are you looking for pigs now?" Jiang Feng still has a good understanding of the pig killing market a year ago.

"Little brother, have you forgotten that our family should have gone to Beiping this year and grandpa didn't raise pigs?" Jiang Zaide said, "Grandpa Chinese New Year's Eve wants to kill pigs, this year we came back late, not only did we not catch up with the pig killing and even had good meat left, everyone didn't expect this before coming back, and when I thought about it, my uncle's family only had more than 20 pounds of pork left." You don't know how tight pork is during the New Year, now every household doesn't raise pigs much, and the good pigs have long been divided, and my dad went to the next county to inquire about the situation. ”

"Little brother, if we can't buy suitable pork before twenty-nine, our family's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner will be gone!"

"The Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is no small matter, if we can't buy pork, we won't have meat to eat this year!"

Jiang Feng swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously: "To... How much?"

"If you save some food, you will have to eat half a head. Jiang Zai's German tone was solemn.

It is definitely a challenge to buy half a pig of the same quality as the big two flowers and three flowers at such a critical moment.

The price of the failure of the challenge is that the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is greatly discounted, and the pork on the Jiang family's table is in an emergency during the entire New Year, which is the outcome that everyone does not see.

Time is tight, and tasks are heavy.

No wonder no one in the group spoke during this time, not only do they have no food now, but they may not have anything to eat in the future.

"Little brother, think of a way, our family has the best hope of buying pigs in your family, and the third uncle and third aunt have gone to contact the slaughterhouse in the next city. ”

Jiang Feng felt the burden on his shoulders, and his face was solemn: "I know Brother De, I will try my best to contact him." ”

"Okay, I'm going to the next village. ”

End of call.