Around Liang Xue's yellow stewed chicken cooking skills have not made leaps and bounds, the old Liang family and the Lin family, father and son, had a cordial, friendly, and fruitful exchange, among which Lin Haven and Uncle Liang, Aunt Liang, and Aunt Liang abstained, Liang Yu and Lin Zuodong insisted that what they made today was better than before, and Liang Xue emphasized that she had always made it delicious. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info and finally Lin Haven and her grandmother made the final word:

"You just didn't have the food you made today, why are you staring at Zuodong and the heavy rain. ”

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After the group wiped their mouths after eating, they looked for the reason for a long time, but they didn't find out why Liang Xue's cooking skills only soared on the yellow braised chicken, and the braised pork she made maintained the previous level. In the end, everyone had to attribute it to the nameless power - the manifestation of the Lord of the Stove.

Although Lin Haven doesn't know if the Lord of the Stove and the kitchen god of the Valley of the Wicked are the same god, they are not bad, and they are always in charge of eating.

The big guy was talking and watching TV in the hall, and Tong Tong was so excited that he kept stomping on the ground with his feet and grinding hard. Liang Yu was worried that he would die, this kid wouldn't become a violent maniac, Lin Haven looked innocent. Soon, the child became a little sleepy, but he refused to go back to his home, so he had to sleep on the sofa in the hall with Lin Haven, and he was still holding his eyelids to listen to the story.

"You're still telling him stories at night?"

"I haven't told you. ”

"Huh?" Lin Haven looked at Tong Tong who climbed onto the sofa bed and put himself perfectly into the quilt, "Why did Tong Tong listen to the story today?"

"The kindergarten children had to listen to stories every night, and when I told my father, he didn't tell me about them and beat me up. ”

Liang Yu was a little embarrassed, "Why don't I remember." ”

"Okay, brother will tell you a story. Lin Haven began to rack his brains to think that the first time he told a story to his little cousin, how could he tell an educational story. Lin Haven clicked on the library cabinet, entered Baidu, downloaded a fairy tale package, opened the catalog and looked at it, and selected one at a glance, it is you:

Tortoise and Hare Race!

"The rabbit has four legs, jumps and jumps, and runs very fast. The turtle also has four legs, and crawls, crawls, crawls, crawls really slowly.

One day, when the hare met the tortoise, and when he saw that the tortoise was crawling so slowly, he wanted to tease him, so he smiled and said, 'Tortoise, tortoise, let's race, shall we?' The rabbit knew that the tortoise would not dare to race against him, so he jumped up and down with his ears, and made up a song to laugh at him......

...... Why did the fast rabbit lose to the slow tortoise?"

"Why?" Tong Tong glared.

"Because the rabbit was so proud and complacent, he thought he was running fast, so he ran and stopped, and he slept well. But the turtle kept running, and although he ran slowly, he did not stop for a minute. In the end, the proud rabbit lost to the tortoise. So Tong Tong can't just because he is very smart, he shouldn't study seriously, he should learn from the little turtle, persevere, and work hard, right?" Lin Haven finished speaking, and his sense of accomplishment was overwhelming, and he simply led a lost little lamb to embark on a glorious road of life.

"Hmm. ”

"Alright, the story is over, go to sleep. ”

If you want to say that children are easy to fall asleep, it will only take three to five minutes to start snoring.

"You think of this story yourself, I haven't heard it. Lin Zuodong committed an occupational disease, "The story is very good, it has educational significance, it's called the tortoise and rabbit race, right? ”

Lin Haiwen thinks that the job of a word porter is really very promising.

Ancient poems can be sent to "Ancient Poetry Guanzhi", bosom friends can be sent to "Linchuan Evening News", and even bedtime stories told to cousins can be sent to "Children's Literature and Art".

"I really didn't expect that there would be a writer in our family," Liang Yu was surprised, "If you want me to say that it is still the genetics of my brother-in-law's family, our family has not produced a literate person in three generations." Look at me, I'm a chicken farmer, my brother, I'm a vegetable grower, my sister, even if I go to the city, I'm a bookkeeper, what is this called, cultural literacy, I still have to rely on my brother-in-law. ”

Lin Zuodong was happy, in front of his old mother-in-law, he was very courageous, and Liang Xue didn't dare to trouble him.

"Liang Xue also told you, the two poems that Haiwen sent to "Ancient Poetry Guanzhi" are the best ancient poetry journals in the country, and how many professors and poets have posted their works on it. Moreover, Haiwen's two poems this time are both first-class works, which are the best ones, and many university scholars have written reviews and praises. You see, I just received a remittance slip today, two poems, which are worth a year's salary. ”

Finally willing to take it out!

This remittance order should have been received this morning, but I went home at noon, went all the way in the afternoon, and ate at night, Lin Zuodong was stunned and didn't mention it, Lin Haven almost felt that Lin Zuodong was going to swallow it alone.

Unexpectedly, he waited until this time, when everyone sat down quietly, had nothing to do, and focused his attention, he took it out.

Scheming boy!

Liang Yu took a look at it, 60,000 yuan! Both poems were paid with the highest standards, and the sincerity of "Ancient Poetry and Views" was still good.

“...... Or maybe I have to read it, these two poems, with 300 words, will make more money than I have been busy for a year. ”

"Can that be the same?" Liang Xue was very proud, "How many college students and doctoral students can't write, this depends on talent." They are old Lin family, with two spinning ones on the top of their heads, and they are smart. ”

Lin Haven almost didn't squirt out, at home, for these two spins, Liang Xue almost didn't fight with Lin Zuodong, and when she arrived at her parents' house, she said it quite smoothly. Glancing at Lin Zuodong, he was quite calm, and he didn't feel that this kind of inconsistent behavior was to be condemned.

Don't look at Lao Lin's usual lack of roots, and his Taoism is not shallow.

A group of people surrounded Lin Haven and praised the world, and when Lin Haven was so thick-skinned that he couldn't stand it anymore, the topic turned to other things.

It's about Liang Yu's chicken farm, and the business has not been good recently, mainly because of the chicken plague in the south, which is very evil, and as a result, even Linchuan City doesn't like to eat chicken.

"If you don't do it this year, you have to pay for it. ”

"Around the Mid-Autumn Festival, the limelight has passed, and the market will still rise. ”

"I can't say for sure. ”

Lin Haiwen thought about it, there was nothing he could do, this kind of conventional problem, he could search it from Baidu, and he could also search it from Huanyu here. As for the items to be exchanged, the randomness is too high.

After chatting about the chicken farm, and then chatting about the vegetable greenhouse, then Liang Xue and their printing factory, and finally at more than eleven o'clock, after chatting about a pig woman in the next village gave birth to sixteen piglets, four black, twelve white, the uncle was going to catch two to raise, everyone went back to their respective homes, and found a place to sleep.

They stayed in Yuhe for two nights, and then returned to the city on Sunday afternoon—Tong Tong cried a lot, mainly for bedtime stories, and after his father promised to buy him a storybook, he squirmed and loosened Lin's clothes.

Lin Zuodong took advantage of the next day before going to work, took out Lin Haiwen's money, and deposited it into a card with the previous manuscript fee, but he and Liang Xue ignored Lin Haiwen's protests, pinched the card in their hands, and did not give Lin Haiwen, but his pocket money rose from 10 yuan a day to 50 yuan - a little rich man, enough to buy two cups of cappuccino to fish for girls, and he can also go to the cinema to consume a discounted movie.