Chapter 112: The Feast (1)

September 23rd - Housewarming Banquet.

When he got up early in the morning, Su Ran was stared at by a pair of big black eyes.

When they went back last night, they passed by the stable where they were staying with Chisakoma and the other horses.

Daikoku felt abandoned by his master.

Su Ran pressed his forehead and patted its long face, "It's you who wants to stay with your daughter-in-law, who is to blame." ”

"Son," Da Hei was dissatisfied, squinting at the master who was still filming her.

It didn't run to stay with Chisakoma because there was no place for it in the new house.

"Alright! Next time, if you don't want to be missed, find it yourself. ”

Su Ran bypassed it and walked directly back to the courtyard of the courtyard.

He Chi and they started to be busy early in the morning, and yesterday morning, they went into the mountains again and came back from hunting some prey.

Early in the morning, start setting up the stove, boiling water, and preparing the prey.

Li Hehua's family, Lin Chun's husband and wife, and Lin Qiu also came over early in the morning to help.

The outside of the courtyard is in full swing, and the courtyard has a feeling of quiet years.

All Su Ran could do was greet the guests, the banquet was at noon, and the guests hadn't come so soon.

Within a few days, her face had regained some blood, especially her lips.

A few days ago it was unusually pale, but now my lips are pale pink.

The shoulder blades were also much better there, but they still didn't dare to shake.

They all think she's quite bearable.

I admire her very much!

, if she didn't have the milk, she might still be half dead in bed.

"Uncle, can I take a holiday today?"

He Jingfeng was writing big characters with a bitter face, and when he saw Su Ran coming in, he was coquettish.

Su Ran sat down cross-legged, picked up the big characters he wrote and looked at them.

I nodded in my heart, although I wanted to go out to play, but the words I wrote were not perfunctory.

She has been teaching for a few months, and the handwriting is already much better than before.

Su Ran put down the paper in her hand and turned her head to look at He Jingfeng, who was looking at her with a look of hope.

She turned sideways, tapped on the table, and said, "It's okay to go out and play, and you don't have to write today's homework," glancing at the little man who had just shown joy, and said, "Then write it with tomorrow's homework, and I'll have to memorize one more poem tomorrow." ”

He Jingfeng's smiling face suddenly froze, and he blinked, a little tangled.

Su Ran smiled, "You have to think about it carefully." ”

Jing Feng, Brother Su, "Where are you!"

Lin Qing's soft and well-behaved voice came from outside.

He Jingfeng's eyes lit up, he looked out the window, got up and walked out.

"We're here"

After a while, He Jingfeng pulled Lin Qingsong, who was carrying a schoolbag, in.

Su Ran smiled, feeling that he had just asked her outside, what was He Jingfeng doing after that, did he go home and get his schoolbag.

"Brother Su, I'll write big characters with Jing Feng," Lin Qingsong smiled very shyly, and his eyes were crooked when he smiled.

"Okay!" Su Ran took his schoolbag over, took out the pen and paper inside, and the big characters written before.

He has been practicing calligraphy for two months, and like He Jingfeng, she is teaching.

Su Ran praised him for his progress, and then wrote a notebook for him to practice accordingly.

Before I arrived, people were already coming one after another.

The noise in the courtyard grew louder and louder, and occasionally someone watched through the window.

Seeing the two children in the house writing, those people left with great interest and went to visit other places.

"Uncle, I'm done," He Jing turned his head sideways and looked at Su Ran, who was sitting next to the bookcase, looking at the book.

Su Ran's gaze moved away from the book, "Okay, pack it up and go play." ”

Lin Qingsong on the side was completely unaffected, and wrote very seriously.

She put down the miscellaneous talk in her hand, got up and walked over, and checked He Jingfeng's words.

Then he looked at Lin Qingsong on the side, picked up the words he wrote and read them.

She didn't set a rule on how much he wanted to write today, and he had been writing for almost half an hour.

Su Ran praised him, "Qingsong is serious today, you can rest after writing this, and write again tomorrow." ”

"Hmm"

He Jingfeng packed up his pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and the desktop was cleaned again, waiting aside with a smile.

After the two of them went out, Su Ran locked the doors and windows.

Today there are so many people, and she doesn't like it very much when her bedroom and study are set foot on by strangers.

More and more people came in the courtyard, it was very lively, and children were chasing each other.

When Su Ran went out all the way, he could hear their praise and envy.

Also, in several villages in this vicinity, such a yard is still unique.

It's the town, although there are also good-looking yards, but the format is not like this.

He Chi has a lot of friends, and he hasn't stayed here for long, and he has a lot of friends.

In addition, the people from Linshan Village began to set up tables in the open space on the left hand side of the courtyard house.

All the way to the courtyard of the previous house, there are nearly fifty tables in total, and the tables are all borrowed from the village.

In addition to inviting friends, He Chi also invited the whole village to lunch.

Twelve large stoves were placed on the other side of the old house, a few meters away from the well.

The good cooks in the village came to help, stir-frying, washing, and chopping...... Gaga buried more than 20 people.

He Chi and Zhao Huarong greeted the guests.

Lin Ping'an took a few big guys, received gifts, registered, and arranged seats for the guests.

Su Ran also wanted to help entertain the guests, but was stopped by Zhao Huarong.

Zhao Huarong saw so many people, and he didn't want her to walk around, so as not to be hit.

Su Ran looked boredly not far away, playing with a bunch of small loaches.

The little loach is the king of children, followed by a group of little brothers.

Glancing at Lin Qingsong and He Jingfeng who were sitting next to her, she said lazily: "Why don't you go to play." ”

He Jingfeng shook his head, a little tangled: "That piece of grass has been urinated by Uncle Bobo's horse." ”

"And my father's horse," Lin Qingsong looked at the field where more than a dozen children were frolicking.

Su Ran looked at the two little children in disbelief, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "Why don't you tell the little loach?" ”

He Jingfeng raised his head, his face full of puzzlement, "If I tell them, wouldn't it be very disappointing?" ”

"That's right! They had a great time! After Lin Qingsong finished speaking, he winked at He Jingfeng.

Hehe, I believe that you are evil, Su Ran did not miss the cunning in He Jingfeng's eyes, and the eyes of the two of them just looking at each other.

Su Ran said: "Yes! But I don't like lying kids! ”

She raised an eyebrow at the two.

He Jingfeng pouted and muttered, "Whoever asked him to come every time, his uncle was so good to him." ”

Lin Qingsong hugged Su Ran's thigh, "Brother Su, don't be angry, I'll tell them now." ”

After speaking, he pulled He Jingfeng, who had a tangled face, and left.

When they left, Su Ran laughed sullenly.

"Little Brother Su, it turns out that you are here! Make it easy for me to find. ”

Shen Yijin smiled all over his face, and as he walked, he looked at the open space full of tables.

Su Ran turned around and was stunned when he saw Shen Yijin, he didn't expect him to come.

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