"Hello, are you Mr. Song?" After Song Yong answered the phone, a very intellectual-sounding female voice sounded in Song Yong's ears.

Yes, such a calm and intellectual voice fell into Song Yong's ears.

can make him give birth to a sense of being a lesbian on the other end of the phone, definitely with a sense of good personal cultivation, and there is no doubt that the owner with such a voice will definitely not be a salesperson who is a telemarketing.

For this reason, Song Yong hurriedly cheered up and replied in his mouth:

"I'm Song Yong, who are you?"

Then, in the other party's unhurried and slow narration, Song Yong basically figured out what was going on, and the lady on the other side, who claimed to be surnamed Zhao, was Xiaobao's mother.

And Xiaobao's words are the three or four-year-old boy who he and the stick rescued from those traffickers some time ago.

For a long time, this husband and wife who were teachers at Shenzhen University.

In fact, they all wanted to invite Song Yong, Stick, Ah Xiao and the other three to their house for a light meal to express their gratitude in their hearts.

The reason why it is not to go to the big hotel outside to eat, but to eat at their home.

Regarding this, Song Yong understands what is going on, and it will definitely not be because he wants to save.

In the hearts of these people with status, when they really have the heart to express their gratitude, they think that it is much more sincere in the form of a family banquet than eating out a meal.

It's just because of Xiaobao, after going home last time, he hasn't recovered psychologically for various reasons.

A little boy who was originally quite lively is now often woken up at night and cries incessantly, so it is naturally inconvenient to invite outsiders to come to the house as guests.

Fortunately, with the passage of time, Xiaobao gradually recovered.

So under such circumstances, Xiaobao's parents sent out an invitation like this: be sure to let Song Yong and the other three go to their home for a light meal at noon on Saturday this week......

In terms of time, it's not just Wednesday.

Song Yong originally planned to travel to the primordial era plane on time at five o'clock in the morning after the business ended tonight.

This time, if he didn't expect it, he might have to stay there for more than ten days.

According to the speed of time between the two planes, when he rushes back, he will be able to catch up with this family banquet.

In any case, the huge crisis last time was completely resolved because of the intervention of the family.

Therefore, Song Yong, who had always planned to thank the other party, instinctively wanted to open his mouth and agree.

It's just that before he said yes, Song Yong glanced at the stick and Ah Xiao.

Only then did I realize such a point: no matter what, I still have to ask Ah Xiao and the stick, the specific one of these two parties.

He hurriedly said to the other end of the phone:

"Please wait a minute, there are two other people next to me, let me ask what they mean. ”

After the phone was answered, Song Yong hurriedly took the phone from his mouth.

He asked Ah Xiao at the stick: "Now Xiaobao's family has called and invited us to go to their house for dinner at noon this Saturday, what do you think, do you want to go or not?"

"I'm okay with that, if you say go, then I'll go with you. ”

Ah Xiao rubbed his reddened eyes, and replied like this.

However, the stick seemed a little more thoughtful, he nodded and said: "If it wasn't for the help of others, I don't know how long I would have squatted in the security team, so let's go!"

After hearing this, Song Yong agreed to the person on the other end of the phone, and this call can be regarded as an end.

hung up the phone, and soon a message came to Song Yong's mobile phone, which was the address of a family building in Xiaobao's family building on the campus of Shenzhen University.

And Song Yong looked at this address, and began to think about it with some worry in his heart.

At that time, bring some gifts to the past, so as to express the other party's last great help.

After all, not everyone is Li Erzhu and Boss Li, and both husband and wife are polite university teachers, and it is not appropriate to come to the door with such a big vat of medicine and wine with a hideous appearance.

Before he could figure out what to bring with him.

The stick nudged him gently, after attracting Song Yong's attention.

The shy face, lowered his voice, and whispered in Song Yong's ear: "Ah Yong, now give me a salary of 1,000 yuan in advance!"

"Didn't you say no last time?" Song Yong asked so casually when he took out the money in his trouser pocket.

After receiving the ten large bills handed over by Song Yong, the stick replied like this:

"Isn't this going to Xiaobao's house for dinner! When the time comes, I plan to ask Ah Xiao to bring Xiao Lin over, and I have to buy Xiao Lin a better set of clothes before. ”

After hearing this, Song Yong took a deep look at the stick.

When the stick was inexplicably weak-hearted, he added a sentence in his mouth: "Okay! This money is mine, and your money will not be deducted when you pay your salary." ”

Because he was going to the Primordial Age Plane in the middle of the night, Song Yong took advantage of this time before dinner to start making some purchases.

Weapons, sapper shovels, and other steel products, it can be said that on the plane of the primitive era, no matter how many quantities there are, they are not too much.

But then again, the amount he brought over before was barely enough recently, and this time he didn't have the plan to carry a shared bicycle in the past.

Thinking about it, I also know that if I buy some glass jars and go back to make wine, the security guards in the community can understand it after seeing it.

So carrying three scrapped shared bicycles back at one time is a bit suspicious.

So, Song Yong wandered around the nearby wholesale market, and first bought a large iron pot for his family, which was prepared for filtering the brine when making salt in the canyon.

Compared with a rookie like him who doesn't know anything, there are too many professionals on the Internet.

In the past two days, he has seen a statement on the Internet called 'Huangba Tianyuan' that a little activated carbon, that is, ground charcoal powder, is added to the filtered brine.

The efficiency of brine filtration can be greatly increased immediately.

Regarding this, Song Yong planned to let those slaves give it a good try.

The rest of Song Yong's purchase this time is some daily necessities, such as bed sheets, complete sets, blankets, mosquito nets, etc., but he bought a whole set, and even the toilet paper is a big mention.

After all, when this time passed, it was almost time to move into a new house.

As a supreme witch part-time job, it's not too much to get some special treatment!

In addition to these, Song Yong went to a small pharmacy again, and bought a lot of anti-inflammatory drugs from the pharmacy in one go, all of which were prepared for the battle against the tough bone tribe and the wounded later.

After all, in terms of anti-inflammatory effects, the Chinese herbs he configured are really not modern.

It is worth mentioning that when Song Yong bought the medicine, this small pharmacy was carrying out a promotional campaign: buy the medicine for nine yuan and nine, and send a piece of wind oil or gold oil.

Suddenly, Song Yong remembered that in the primitive era, because the temperature gradually warmed up, there were a large number of annoying mosquitoes.

So I didn't say that Feng Youjin and Wanjin were directly bought a big bag back, and even bought a lot of Liushen Flower Water in the small supermarket next door......

After two trips back and forth, Song Yong completed all the purchases.

Then on the way to the shop, Song Yong saw a bank, and suddenly remembered that it seemed that nearly a month had passed since the last money.

Without any hesitation, Song Yong walked into the ATM again.

Once again, I gave 10,000 yuan to the extremely clear account in my memory.