As soon as the captain's words fell, the low crowd spontaneously applauded, Su Xun just smiled faintly, and this pampered demeanor made the captain nod his head.

Nan Yecheng on the side looked at Su Xun who was holding the moon with stars, his eyes were full of pride and tenderness.

Due to Su Xun's high contribution, the captain gave Su Xun a pig's head, seven catties of front leg meat, two pork ribs and two pork legs, and the villagers who watched it were envious and greedy.

The old lady looked at Su Xun and saw the basket and bag in front of her, and then looked at the pitiful two taels of pork in her hand, leaned up and smiled, "Girl, you see that you have divided so much, the two of them will definitely not be able to eat it all, but you must not let it go, or you will give your mother a pork leg?" ”

Su Xun glanced at her lightly, "If you can't finish eating, you can put it in the refrigerator, it can't be broken." ”

The old lady choked, she had eaten so many turtles in Su Xun's hands, and she knew that she would not come, so she pouted and stopped talking.

Seeing that she was not as annoying as she was at the beginning, I thought that the old lady who picked the door when Ah Cheng was sick at the last exchange meeting would actually take the initiative to take fifty yuan out, and stew chicken soup to Ah Cheng later.

So, Su Xun said again, "But the pig's head can be given to you." ”

The old lady immediately smiled, and praised Su Xun as a good and filial daughter when she saw people.

Not long after dividing the pork, Su Xun and Nan Yecheng received a package from Kyoto, except for the thick clothes for the New Year, the others were high-end New Year's goods such as seafood specialties, including half a smoked mutton.

Su Xun didn't know how to do it, so he divided the smoked mutton into several parts, kept one for himself, and sent the rest to a few good wives and ladies.

Two days later, I received a return gift, all of which were some in-demand items that were difficult to buy, only Mr. Liang was different, and he gave a set of English translations of Shakespeare's plays.

When he saw a complete set of books, Nan Yecheng's eyes showed a hint of surprise, "This set of books is very precious to Grandma Liang, I asked her to borrow it for a long time, and I can see that Grandma Liang likes you very much." ”

Su Xun touched the somewhat yellowed page, looked up and smiled at him, "I like Mr. Liang too." ”

After sorting out all the gifts, Su Xun's eyes suddenly became bright when he thought of something, "Ah Cheng, let's go buy New Year's goods tomorrow." ”

The people of the production team have begun to prepare for the New Year's goods in the past few days, and many people go to the market every time, and everyone is busy riding a tractor to the town, buying meat, buying artillery and festive door pairs.

Nan Yecheng naturally didn't agree, "Okay." ”

Su Xun began to count on his fingers, "There is still a lot of rice and noodles at home, and there is a lot of meat, let's just buy an old hen and a few fish, firecrackers, candles and other things, as well as door couplets and red lanterns." ”

She looked at him expectantly, "This year is the first time to keep the New Year with Ah Cheng, so you must make the decoration look good." ”

Nan Yecheng's heart warmed, and he began to look forward to the New Year, the first New Year spent with his little wife.

So on the day of the market, the two of them bought and bought all the way.

I bought everything I needed to buy, and I really couldn't spare my hands so I didn't go any further, put my things on the tractor, and waited for the captain to go back together.

After returning home, Su Xun spread the cut red paper on the desk, turned his head and handed Nan Yecheng a brush dipped in ink, "Can Ah Cheng write calligraphy?" ”

Nan Yecheng nodded and said softly, "I learned from my grandmother when I was a child. ”

The young man was wearing a warm white cashmere coat, standing upright, at this time he was propped up on the table with one hand, his jade face looked at the red paper under his elbow for a moment, and his slender and good-looking fingers gently held the pen shaft, which made him look like a noble son who came out of the words, full of scholarly luxury.