Chapter Ninety-Nine: Wang Wenshan

For the vast majority of ordinary people, the Chinese New Year is a rare time of rest. For others, the Chinese New Year is harder than work. Because, the Chinese New Year is a particularly good time to maintain personal relationships. Gifts are still exchanged, sent in and out, sometimes there are more people you see in a day than when you are working.

Old Man Yu's residence is also like this.

When I returned from the martyrs' cemetery, just over an hour later, at eight o'clock in the morning, I heard the first knock on the door.

"Knock knock." The voice was calm and powerful, and Old Man Yu, who didn't have his ears behind his ears at all, heard these three knocks on the door and said, "It must be Wang Lao Xiao outside the door." ”

As the youngest junior in the house, the work of opening the door is naturally responsible for the rest of his life.

Yu Sheng took three steps and made two steps, and the posture of walking, although it was not as tight as when the soldiers marched in formation, was a little relaxed, but it could still be seen that there was a foundation in the ranks.

Those who have been soldiers seem to be a little different from others, and they can't be said in detail. I can only say in general terms that the spirit is different.

"Haha! I'm here, old chief, and see what good things I've brought! As soon as Yu Sheng opened the door, Wang Jinshan's barbell-like laughter came from outside the door.

Wang Jinshan was like a black hill, approaching the house from the door, and the woven bag he was carrying in his hand was not Moutai Wuliangye, just some dried mushrooms.

"Haha, old chief, this is the mushroom we ate in Rehe back then. I haven't eaten it for years, but it's not easy to get this thing. ****** put the net on the ground, picked up a white velvet thread and lifted it, and the mushrooms that had been threaded with the thread were taken out of his pocket.

"It's good, you kid is still so good at giving gifts. How are your troops doing this year, I heard it seems a little difficult? Old Man Yu looked at the mushroom string and smiled very happily.

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Originally, a chapter of 2,000 words was well written, but Sophie crashed again, and after more than ten minutes of opening, there was only so much left. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.

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