Song Jiawen, Song Fucai and the others stood in front of the small building that could almost be called luxurious.

"Where do you live now?"

Song Jiawen looked at Yang Yi and asked, she knew that after last night, Yang Yi would undergo earth-shaking changes, but she never expected that the changes would be much better than the best changes she expected!

The same is true for Song Fucai and others.

They knew that Yang Yi had become Yang Ye, but they originally thought that Yang Yi still had a long way to go to become the real Yang Ye - becoming Yang Ye only meant that Yang Yi had more and faster money, but worthy of this master, he still had to save money slowly.

After all, in the eyes of the vast majority of people, who doesn't save every penny of money?

They are like this, the Song family is like this, and any family should be like this.

Their thoughts are just like those ignorant people who say that the emperor Lao'er uses gold to farm the land, and the queen uses a gold hoop for the sole of his shoes.

It's just that they forget, in fact, throughout the ages, there are some people who don't need to accumulate money when they get rich, they rely on clever grabbing, and turn the family wealth that others have worked hard to accumulate into their own, such as what Yang Yi is doing now, such as the small country of Dongying robbed North Korea and Manchuria, so it became the great Japanese Empire that is now rich and powerful.

"Uncle Fucai, let's make dumplings together!"

"Let's come together and have some fun......"

Yang An and Yang Ping came over to greet him, Yang Kuan also shouted, Song Fucai and the others woke up from their shock at this time, and followed over to make dumplings and glutinous rice balls, fortunately, they all watched the four brothers and sisters grow up, and after getting used to it a little, they rolled the skin and stuffed the buns and laughed.

"When I go back at the end of the year, I will propose marriage to Uncle Nian!" Yang Yi said in a low voice.

Song Jiawen was a little shy, but even more arrogant: "Now you are happy, I am not happy!" ”

Obviously, she still remembers Yang Yi's rejection of her two months ago.

Yang Yi smiled innocently, he didn't dislike Song Jiawen, but he wasn't sure that he could let her live a good life, and now he was sure that although the means of this good day were not glorious, and there were even many people who poked their backbones behind their backs and spurned.

But a good day is a good day.

Coupled with seven or eight subordinates in the family, Song Fucai and others, more than a dozen or twenty people made dumplings together, the atmosphere was not only joyful, but the dumplings were also wrapped into a hill.

Song Jiawen's dumpling making skills are obviously not as powerful as she boasts, but the happiest laugh is undoubtedly her, the laughter is full of the purest happiness, although Yang Yi is not there, but with her younger brothers and sisters to make dumplings, she has a deep sense of happiness in her heart.

The dumplings were boiled and put into the pot at the same time, and the hot dumplings were scooped up and put into the big wooden barrel one by one, and then they were hit into the rickshaw, and Yang Yi and Yang An immediately set off.

"Master Yang, why are you here?"

Seeing Yang Yi and Yang An coming in a rickshaw in a silk dress, Liu Yingqing had embarrassment and panic on his face, and he could hardly connect Yang Yi with the earthy man he had two months ago.

"The New Year is over, and there are no good things, send some dumplings to the brothers to taste, there are no good things, just treat it as a New Year's greeting to everyone!"

Yang Yi said with a smile, asked people to move a bucket of dumplings and a few jars of spirits, and then left.

The lid was opened, and the smell of dumplings that was still hot poured out with heat, and a group of soldiers ate happily, while thinking about their relatives at home, they originally thought that the New Year had little to do with them as soldiers, but when they ate dumplings, they finally felt that they had some connection with the New Year.

"Master Yang is really good!"

"yes, that's a nice guy......"

Eating dumplings and drinking wine, the soldiers unconsciously sighed, there are many rich and powerful people in this city, who can remember these little soldiers? Then they looked at Liu Yingqing, and said in their hearts that they had changed before, but now you can actually eat it?

“…… Lao Tzu is not the kind of person who has no heart and no lungs! ”

Liu Yingqing ate a few dumplings and poured strong wine: "After eating what people give, Lao Tzu thinks that people are good, and we will go back if we have the opportunity in the future - you are the same!" ”

Those soldiers laughed loudly, they are the little soldiers who are not loved by their fathers and uncles, and they are actually the most sensitive, who is good to themselves and who is very clear about their dogs.

Not only these soldiers, but also the patrol officers on the streets also got some dumplings and wine, which were worthless, but very heartwarming.

The same is true of Cai Kaile and Lao Ma and other patrol officers who stood up to help at the beginning, and they also have some red envelopes such as sauce meat and a few yuan.

"Master Yang, we just did something within our part, how can we be embarrassed?" Cai Kaile Lao Ma and other patrol policemen.

"You're welcome, it's not enough to take some more, go back and give it to your sister-in-law and they will taste it too......"

Yang Yi said with a smile: "I also know about the fact that you helped go back and ate the board, I don't thank you, when I have a free hand, there will be other benefits!" ”

"Then thank you Yang Ye!"

Cai Kaile Lao Ma and the others said happily: "Master Yang, don't worry, in the future, Miss Song's shop, An'an's Western medical hall, and the car dealership, we will take care of it, although no one is our patrol police, but there are one or two hundred people, you can respond to something......

In the end, Yang Yi came to the car dealership and gave a red envelope of two yuan to the drivers who helped, so that everyone went home, and he said hello to Dong Debiao Wantao and hurried back.

"I was worried that Yang Ye would become the same as Xiao Laojiu, but now it seems that the surname Xiao can't even compare to Yang Ye's toes!" Wan Tao Road.

"yes!"

Dong Debiao looked at Yang Yi's back and sighed: "Whether it is ability or strategy, Xiao Laojiu is not on the same level as his master!" ”

Sending some worthless things such as dumplings in the afternoon of the New Year seems to be far less effective than sending some money to buy people's hearts, but Dong Debiao knows that if you send money, you will spend it, but you can send dumplings and vegetables and eat them in your mouth, but they warm your heart.

Although a little dumpling wine may cost a few cents, the effect of buying people's hearts is more useful than giving a few dollars to one person!

As soon as it was delayed, it was dark before Yang Yi arrived home.

The small building at home is lit up with electric lights, the lights are bright, and the dumplings and dumplings on the table are full of various dishes.

Yang Yi's dumplings, dumplings, dumplings, elbows, etc., were enshrined in front of the spiritual position, and he remembered the appearance of his father and mother before his death, and couldn't help but redden, and said in his heart Dad, Mom, my son can finally make his younger brothers and sisters live a little better, you can rest assured!

Yang Kuan, Yang An, and Yang Ping incense in turn, and finally looked at Song Jiawen with a smile.

"Let's go to the pillar incense, Jiawen!"

Yang Yi gave the lit incense branch to Song Jiawen, Song Fucai and the others held back their laughter, Song Jiawen just put on the incense, and they began to laugh strangely: "Brother Yang and sister-in-law Yang, your daughter-in-law has incense for you......"

Song Jiawen was a little annoyed, but she didn't care, what if she didn't have three courtesies and six appointments, what if she didn't go through the door, it was enough for her to like it.

Yang Yi, Yang Kuan, Yang An, Yang Ping looked at Song Jiawen, looked at the tablet in the green smoke, smiling brightly, as if she saw her father and mother on the other end, and she was also smiling happily at the moment.