In a blink of an eye, Qian Jin was almost six years old, and Qian De's private salt business was also fine.

Seeing that Liu Hu and the others were obedient and had received some filial piety from them, Wang Qianhu handed over all the work of escorting the smuggled salt to them. There are more trips to bet, and everyone has sold more salt, and they have some savings in the past few years.

Qian De's family built four new tiled houses, and the Wen family gave birth to a younger sister to Qian Jin, who was three years old and named Qian Baoer.

That Wang Qianhu has a lot of capital, and the top is also a lot of filial piety. Five years later, Guanhaiwei commander Zhang Jiang was promoted to the position of Guangdong Metropolitan Division, and Wang Xing took over the vacancy of Wei's commander.

Since then, they have been more cautious, it doesn't matter if they make less money, the key is to be safe.

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On this day of the winter solstice, a round of red sun slowly slanted westward, exerting residual heat to shine on the world.

The winter solstice is more important to the people of Chen than the New Year. Wen prepared dinner at home early, while Qian Jin sat on a big rock in the back mountain in a daze.

"It's been six years since I left that world, and my parents must still be sad for me......"

"My girlfriend should have married and had children in another world......

"The sunset in my hometown must be as red as here......"

Six years ago, Chen Guo's meteor shower blasted through the space barrier. A meteorite passed through the short-lived void and smashed right on Qian Jin's body, and his soul floated along the void to the space where Chen Guo was.

It's really hard to say, he was an ordinary clerk before he was reborn. That day, the leader asked him to work an extra night, he was tired enough, and he was about to go home to make up for sleep after handing in the report, who would have thought that fate would play such a big joke on him.

"I don't know if I can evaluate a martyr or make a preferential care or something." Qian Jin laughed at himself.

Since he could walk, as long as it wasn't windy or rainy, he would come to the back mountain almost every evening to sit for a while, and stay for an hour.

At this moment, a milky voice sounded behind him.

"Brother, Daddy is back, and Mother wants me to call you back for dinner." Qian Bao'er pulled his clothes from behind.

Qian Jin agreed, slowly got up and took a few deep breaths, and then picked up Bao'er and walked home.

"Brother, are you waiting for the fairy sister here?"

"Yes, Sister Fairy is beautiful."

"Then are you waiting?"

"Uh...... Sister Fairy is busy today. ”

"The next time that brother meets the fairy sister, remember to tell her, and say that Bao'er also wants to see her."

"Okay......"

Qian Jin loves this sister very much, and often tells her all kinds of bizarre bedtime stories. Bao'er is smart and always asks the bottom of things, so Qian Jin changed his method to justify himself.

When I returned home, I heard the sound of my parents talking in the back room. On the dinner table, five dishes and one soup have been set up, and they are steaming hot. Today is the winter solstice, and Wen specially bought two large lobsters and vegetables in the morning.

Chand, full of joy when he saw a pair of children return, ordered Wen to have dinner. It takes him about a month or two to go around, and every time he comes back, he returns like an arrow.

"Old money, you're back." As he spoke, Qian Jin had already broken off a shrimp leg and put it in his mouth.

Lao Qian patted Qian Jin's head and scolded with a smile: "What is the monkey anxious about, sit down and eat, and wait for something serious to tell you." ”

It's a shame to say that Qian Jin is also a person who is almost thirty years old in his last life, and he is only a few years younger than Lao Qian. Wen also talked to Qian Jin a few times in private, but it didn't have any effect.

But Lao Qian didn't care at all, this son had already given him too many surprises. When Qian Jin was three years old, he said that he wanted to practice calligraphy, and now he is full of praise for the talents in the city. At the age of five, Qian Jin was able to read through the "Treatise on the Son".

The family sat down, and Qian Jin suddenly remembered that the fish sauce brewed a few months ago should be cooked, so he said:

"Today's dish is so rich, I'll add some more flavor." After saying that, he ran to the inner room and brought out a small jar, and then ran to the kitchen to get the dishes.

After unsealing, Qian Jin scooped out a bowl of crystal clear sauce-colored jelly-like objects from the jar.

"What is this?" Wen's strange way.

"Fish sauce, it's best to eat with rice."

Lao Qian glued a little bit with chopsticks and put it in his mouth, smacked his lips a few times, and exclaimed: "It's really delicious, how did you make it?" ”

"I learned it from the old king who sells fish in the city." Qian Jinfen said.

After being reborn, Qian Jin found that many customs in this world were very similar to those of the Ming Dynasty in China, but lacked soy sauce and fish sauce, so he tried to make a little fish sauce to comfort homesickness. In order not to make Lao Qian suspicious, he casually found a reason to prevaricate, put a plate in front of everyone, and said: "Although the fish sauce is delicious, you can't eat too much, and it is easy to dry your mouth." ”

Old Qian was happy today, and took out a pot of treasured good wine from under the bed, and Qian Jin also drank a few sips with him, which was regarded as opening the wine and meat. Wen sandwiched a large piece of shrimp meat and put the money into the bowl, also sandwiched a piece for Bao'er, and then gave a piece to the old money. The family is happy.

In winter, the days are short and the nights are long, and after dinner, it is already dark outside. Wen lit the oil lamp with a fire fold, and was busy beckoning the sleepy Bao'er to wash.

Lao Qian moved a chair and sat on the opposite side of the money, and said, "Jin'er, you will be six years old today, and you will go to the private school with me tomorrow." ”

"It's all up to you." For the arrangement of old money, money rarely goes against it. In the past few years, Qian Jin has long known about Lao Qian's livelihood, and it is really not easy to be exposed to the sun and rain every day.

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Early in the morning of the second day, Lao Qian carried preserved fish and bacon in one hand and led the money in the other hand to the private school in the east of the city.

Now Qian Jin's body has risen to more than three feet, and he has a Chinese face, two one-word eyebrows between the eyebrows, and his face is slightly dark. When he went out, Wen changed Qian Jin into a brand-new light blue collared gown, wearing a small black square scarf on his head, and he looked handsome.

Seeing his son grow up so much, Lao Qian was extremely proud in his heart.

After handing over to the gentleman of the private school, Qian Jin worshiped the statue of the master, and the ceremony of entering the private school was completed. Old Qian was about to leave, and Qian Jin was sent to the door of the private school.

"Jin'er, you must listen to Mr. in the school, and I will pick you up after school." Chand laughed.

"Go back in peace, old money."

Seeing that back walking farther and farther, Qian Jin's eyes were a little sour, and he said in his heart: "Since you have come to this world, you will simply take a good walk, and it will not be in vain for the love of the family." ”