There is no limit to what is good, why should you be an exception?

Zhang Lan didn't think that others knew anything about his existence, and what did his behavior mean in front of the legendary gods and Buddhas.

Thinking about it now, it has been four or five years in the blink of an eye, is there anything more special about Zhang Lan's current physical condition besides health.

Or is there anything different about yourself without a game panel?

Thinking about it, Zhang Lan shook her head and smiled, she scared herself, and it was right to take precautions, but there are some things that exist as a reason.

Back in the house, Zhang Lan thought about her sudden thoughts just now, and her originally smiling face slowly put it away.

There are some things that you can't think about, and when you think about them, they're all problems. When there is no money, Zhang Lan thinks about what she will do if she has money, and what she will do if she has money.

Before I didn't have a panel, I often thought about what would happen if one day I had good luck and had an ability.

And after having the game panel, it seems that this is what I think about now. Day by day, the flies camp and the dogs are still living an ordinary life of firewood, rice, oil and salt, as for enjoying something, it seems to be like that.

Sometimes seeing the short video, all kinds of wealth and life, Zhang Lan also feels that she should enjoy it. But in the blink of an eye, I felt that time passed quickly.

I usually don't do anything, the time of the day just passes, I wake up late in the morning, sleep a little more at noon, play with my mobile phone and computer for a while at night, and the dull day is gone.

Zhang Lan rarely takes the initiative to do something, most of the time things push him away, and he rarely thinks about changing anything.

Sitting on the sofa, Zhang Lan thought for a long time and made a decision in her heart.

In the twenty-ninth year, the village is filled with a strong smell of the New Year. There may be some places that are not obvious, but in the old village of Qingshan Village, there are people everywhere who are busy celebrating the festival.

Early in the morning, Zhang Lan's family began to post Spring Festival couplets. In the past, Zhang Lan's mother would boil a pot of paste early, but now, both sides of the gate and the outside of the house are directly used with tape.

With the ladder placed on the wall, Zhang Lan stepped on the opposite side, Zhang Lan's father helped tear the tape while holding the ladder, and Zhang Lan's mother looked at the paste in the back.

The red-lined couplets were pasted inside and out, and the bright red lanterns were hung and fixed under the eaves on both sides of the gate. Zhang Lan's mother took out two thin wires on the side and asked Zhang Lan to strengthen the lantern, and she nagged about a strong wind in the last second year of junior high school, and the lantern was directly blown off, so you can't make such a mistake this year.

After pasting the inside and outside of the old house, Zhang Lan drove the car and took the couplet and began to go to the winery to paste it.

At the age of twenty-eight, Zhang Lan's mother gave all the employees a holiday, and only one employee was left at the gas station to take care of them temporarily.

Zhang Lan's grandfather was sent to his uncle's house by Zhang Lan a few days ago, and the old man couldn't stay in the factory for a long time. Uncle Zhang Lan didn't come home and no one came to pick him up, so he called Zhang Lan's mother seven or eight times an hour, nagging and nagging to mean that he wanted to go home.

Zhang Lan's mother asked him to spend the New Year at Zhang Lan's house, but Zhang Lan's grandfather simply refused, saying that he still lived in his daughter's house during the New Year.

But after Zhang Lan sent his grandfather back, Zhang Lan's mother muttered that this old man was like trying to save money for his son and daughter-in-law, and that the old man's relatives would go to someone's house to pay New Year's greetings during the Chinese New Year, and this kind of thing Zhang Lan's grandfather would not forget his son.

Zhang Lan smiled and comforted her mother, the old man is so old, and he is in good health now. It doesn't matter if you eat or drink, or get confused, it's much better than lying there all at once, and your sons and daughters taking turns to serve you.

When people get old, health is the most important thing, and taking care of their bodies and not causing trouble to their children is the greatest contribution.

On the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the living room of the hall houses has a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, carefully prepared meals with an enticing aroma, and the coffee table next to it is filled with a variety of snacks and fruits.

Outside the courtyard, the sound of fireworks in the sky kept ringing, and Zhang Lan set off fireworks on the riverside road for a long time when it was just dark, and he didn't bother to go out to see it again. The two children ran into the yard from time to time to watch the fireworks outside the courtyard, Zhang Lan knocked melon seeds on the sofa, and Zhang Lan's mother and Qin Yongjun were setting up the final platter.

Zhang Lan's mother also chatted with Qin Yongjun from time to time, talking about the customs and taboos of the New Year here in Qingshan Village.

During the meal, Zhang Lan's mobile phone began to ring non-stop, and one by one New Year's greeting messages were sent, and after Zhang Lan posted a New Year's greeting message in the circle of friends, she basically didn't reply much.

After eating, walking on the village paths, the sound of fireworks wafted in the air from time to time, with the subtle night breeze, permeating every corner of the village.

In the village, the Spring Festival is a splendid sight that brings people together to celebrate this moment of reunion, and everywhere is filled with happiness and joy. These wonderful scenery have become exquisite pictures that will be remembered in people's hearts.

The mobile phone rang, Zhang Lan took it out and looked at it, and as soon as he clicked to answer Zhang Hu's voice, it came out of the phone: "Where are you?" When you come, it's up to you. ”

"What's the panic, I just came out of the house, where is this going?" Zhang Lan replied.

"Didn't you drive? Why do I listen to the chaos around you? Zhang Hu asked suspiciously.

"Aren't you drinking, and you're not far away. Walk over and digest it. ”

"Hey, you come here first, I'll pick you up."

After hanging up the phone for a while, Zhang Lan from a distance saw an electric car riding from the far side of the road, and when he got closer, the lights stopped, and he only heard Zhang Hu's voice say: "Hurry up and get in the car, it's cold." ”

Zhang Hu rode the car and turned around, Zhang Lan took a few steps forward and straddled it, and asked casually: "Whose electric car is this?" ”

"Boss, it's not easy for him to turn around at the door, thinking about riding a bicycle over, but I didn't expect it to be so cold by the river." There was a hint of tremor in Zhang Hu's voice.

Zhang Lan smiled and said, "Isn't this nonsense, let's go quickly." ”

The electric car stopped in front of Zhangjialin's pig farm, and Zhang Lan stomped his feet from the back seat, glanced around and said, "This boss, this house doesn't even have a courtyard wall?" ”

"The pigsty over there has a courtyard wall, and there is no need to pull the courtyard wall where people live here." Zhang Hu said casually.

"There's no money, the price of pigs is not good this year, I originally thought of selling pigs and starting two more rooms, but this year is in vain." Hearing Zhang Lan's voice, Zhang Jialin opened the curtain from the house and walked out.

"Come in, come in, come in, come out and do something. Let's get started. Zhang Hu parked the car and saw that after Zhang Jialin came out, the other people in the house also walked out, and hurriedly greeted him. (End of chapter)