It's been a long year.

The Chinese New Year is a very distant impression for Boss Fang, and it seems that he has never had those whimsical ideas.

In the end, today is different, family reunion, and a big year!

The red sun is high and the weather is fine.

In the hall, on the table, there are eight dishes and eight bowls, four meat and four vegetables, shredded potatoes, peanuts, cabbage hearts, radish strips, a whole roast chicken, a full plate of hoof flowers, and sauerkraut bacon, plus braised meatballs. In addition, rice and rice, a jar of rice wine, and the sound of firecrackers are warm and unrestrained, rendering the mellow New Year's flavor affectionately. How rich this is, the hearts of the straight people bloom, the four people eat and drink around a table, and they are one of the thousands of households, and the small warm scene is no longer common.

It's ordinary, it's not normal.

Murong Gongzi seems to be going to rely on the Fang family and die of old age for life. This master, if you want to say that you have been eating and drinking for a few days in a row, it is not normal for this Chinese New Year's Eve to still rely on not leaving, and he is not a member of the Fang family, this is not three missing one. Rob, there is still a little opinion in his heart, and Rob doesn't know much about the Yu family, so Rob kindly persuaded: "Son, after eating, you can go home!"

"I also want red envelopes. Murong Gongzi said.

It is said that Murong Gongzi is rich, at least Rob didn't see it, this person has no clothes and hair on him: "Okay, good, red envelopes, red envelopes-"

Mainly, the little marquis on the side happily displayed two red envelopes in his hands, endlessly: "Haha, your eyes are red!"

Rob gave Murong Gongzi a red envelope, and Old General Fang also gave one.

One inside. A copper coin.

Two for one person. Fair and authentic. Fang Xiaohou Ye is the same, now Murong Gongzi is happy: "Look at you, I am a fish, and there are turtles!"

"Really, really?" Fang Xiaohou Ye leaned over to look, and then took out his own copper plate and compared it with each other: "Isn't it, there is still a snake ......."

This copper plate, not the other copper plate, is a large and exquisite pattern. Specially cast for the Chinese New Year. This money is exquisite, called tired of winning, or said to be a big pressure to win money, and it is usually ten copper plates to exchange for this one. On the copper plate of Murong Gongzi, the Pisces turtle and snake are printed, and the words are peaceful in the world and thousands of generations. Fang Xiaohou's copper plate is a dragon and phoenix star bucket, printed with Fu Lu Shuangquan, warding off evil spirits and demons. It is just to ask for a good fortune, and now everyone is happy, Murong Gongzi generally holds the copper plate in the palm of his hand, and he also loves it like a treasure. Eyebrows and smiles.

Wear the red cord and wear it on both waists. Since then, Murong Gongzi has become a real rich man.

This year, perhaps the happiest person is not Rob. Murong Gongzi is not very good at speaking polite words, so he was led by Fang Xiaohouye, working together, eating and drinking, and this meal was celebrated and joyful for a long time. Murong Gongzi is not very good at speaking, and Old General Fang doesn't talk much, everyone knows that it is not allowed to say things that are disappointing during the New Year, but Old General Fang always has to know more or less about the affairs of the Yu family, so he also has to say one more thing: "I said that the Yu family's virtuous nephew, after eating, you also go home to see, how to say this is all year round-"

Yu Jia, virtuous nephew, the meaning of this string is naturally clear to Murong Gongzi: "Don't worry, don't worry, it's still early, it's still early." ”

This nephew of the Yu family has not been home for three years, and he can't come in a hurry for three whole years.

This time, Fang Yin didn't speak, didn't say a word.

Suddenly there was no interest.

I can't say this, I will be disappointed when I say it, and after sitting for a while, the four of them will not have enough wine and food, so they will break up hastily.

Filial piety comes first, an unfilial son, what else can he say.

Evening.

Old General Fang was in the study.

Rob is in the kitchen, making fish, and every year there is more than that, Rob makes fish.

In the backyard, under the tree, a son and a young master, sitting on the bench, laughed heartlessly.

When it comes to an interesting topic, it is precisely the issue of singles.

There are a lot of singles, not to mention it for the time being, and to say that the first thing in the world is the most important thing, Rob made a pot of fish.

The pot is a big iron pot, the fish is an ear of wheat, the water has been boiled early, the firewood bellows and a small bench are very popular. The small fish put it in the pot, skimmed the pot with a spoonful of sauce, put aside a handful of chives, threw two cloves of old garlic, stirred slowly, stirred well. As soon as it bubbled, the fragrance came out, and the cakes were pasted on the top, and the small cakes with sticks and noodles were pasted round and round, and they were about to be cooked. You don't need to turn it over, stew it on low heat, eat it brown and crispy, and open the lid of the pot to live.

The fresh fragrance of the small fish, the mellow aroma of the cornmeal, the real local taste of cooking smoke, accompanied by the white steam, permeated every corner of the nose, cavity, lungs, and heart. This is the reason why Murong Gongzi must stay, Rob said, eating too greasy at noon, and the sweetness has to rely on this. The cake fish is very fragrant, so greedy that the wild cats are coming, meow meow, meow meow, more than a dozen wild cats of all sizes probe their brains on the roof, full of freshness one by one. It's rare, it's rare, this is the Noble Alley, the Prince's Mansion, and even the wild cats don't come to this family.

It's dark.

There is a faint bustle and hustle, the new year is coming, thousands of lights are bright, and the stars are discolored.

This place.

But there is a lone lamp against the backdrop, and it is clear everywhere, and there is only one moon in the sky.

"It's not too early, let's go home. An old man, two old men, said, "Go home, go home." ”

Murong Gongzi said: "This is the fullest meal I have ever eaten in my life. ”

Looking at him, it seems that Murong Gongzi does not plan to go home: "Let's go, I'll accompany you, it's time for Fang Yin to visit his uncle." ”

That's it, and that's great.

"That's fine. Actually, it's nothing, Murong Gongzi smiled helplessly: "Walk." ”

The lights are like weaving, and at this time, the two of them went to the direction of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and there were bright fireworks all around.

Talking, laughing, what an interesting topic it was.

The problem of singles was discovered by Boss Fang, starting from Boss Fang in Jiangzhou, to Shangqing, Liangzhou, and Beijing, Boss Fang has been dealing with singles all his life, all kinds of people, old and young, etc., large and small. Needless to say, it is difficult to call the flower boss, and the old Xue brought it to the hands of the old and honest men in the Shangqing Dynasty, and mixed with a small Taoist bachelors.

It's not, it's the New Year, four singles.

It's fate.

If not by coincidence.

Murong Gongzi's circle is the money circle, and Daoist Fang's circle is the singles circle, which is also the largest in the world.

There is only one exception.

It was a Zen monk, but the Zen monk was miserable, married to the biggest tigress in the world, and he was not as good as a single.

There is also a single.

It's not four, it's five, one, two, three, four, five, and two people laugh again.

Heartless, heartless, laughing.

This is the fifth, just like General Fang, who was not a single person before, but now he is a single person.

Old bachelor. (To be continued......)