The brick factory and juice factory made good profits this year. Before the holiday, Song Chen fulfilled his promise and gave everyone a big red envelope when settling the year-end wages.
On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, the last batch of logistics this year, unexpectedly, Song Chen received a reply this time.
Lin Cheng wrote it himself, and even though it only contained four strange yet familiar words "Happy New Year", it was enough to make the two of them ecstatic.
Lin Lu started crying again, hugging him and crying until she was dizzy.
I hope to see my brother next year.
The far side is also fine.
No matter how happy the event was, I couldn't tell the two old people about it, for fear that something might happen to them if they got excited. Besides, the matter hadn't been resolved yet, so telling them now would be useless and would only make them worry.
So, I can only bury it in my heart.
Therefore, seeing Lin Lu grinning foolishly from time to time today, Li Xianglian was worried that the child was possessed by evil spirits again.
Lin Lu was in a good mood. Today he went out with Li Xianglian to buy New Year's goods. He bought whatever he saw and gave the shopkeeper whatever he asked for. This made Li Xianglian worried.
"I'll ask Lin Ziniang to come and look after you tonight. New Year's Eve is coming soon. Please don't cause any trouble for me on New Year's Eve."
Lin Lu pinched her face and said, "It's New Year's Eve, I'm just happy. What are you talking about? Why do I feel like I'm possessed every day? If someone didn't know, they would think our place is full of filth."
Li Xianglian: "Why didn't I see you this happy last year? What's different about celebrating the New Year this year?"
Lin Lu made up an answer casually: "The harvest is good this year, Song Chen has made a lot of money. You haven't seen the number on his passbook, it's so big it's scary."
It’s an exaggeration. Li Xianglian really thinks it’s an exaggeration.
Could her daughter be such a money-loving person?
That can’t be possible, Song Chen’s passbook is with Lin Lu.
No wonder this girl was so extravagant when paying today. The money was like paper instead of money.
Li Xianglian raised her eyebrows and scolded, "That was also Xiaochen's hard-earned money. You spend it like water, girl. Have some pity on your man. Money is not easy to make these days."
Is it hard to make money?
Lin Lu felt that Song Chen's fortune was still okay.
She said confidently, "I'm her wife. What's wrong with him spending some of his earnings on me? Didn't I even buy her a pair of shoes?"
Well, I bought him a pair of ugly black cotton shoes from a street stall.
Lin Lu bought his own leather boots in the store.
Her one pair of shoes is enough to buy several pairs of Song Chen's cotton shoes.
Li Xianglian: "You're so nice! Aren't you afraid that Xiaochen will be unhappy?"
Lin Lu didn't care: "Why is he unhappy? He said he likes wearing these cotton shoes."
Although it is ugly, it is really warm. Between style and temperature, Song Chen chose temperature.
Although men's leather shoes have a layer of cotton inside, it is still too thin. Wearing them will cause frostbite on your feet. It is better to keep warm and save your life.
The pigs were slaughtered late this year, only yesterday. Today, he and Lin Jingbei went to the village to buy pork.
Now Lin Lu and Li Xianglian came here first to buy some New Year's goods, but they live nearby, so it is very convenient to buy them if they need anything.
The goods for the New Year are more expensive, and Li Xianglan doesn't allow herself to pay more.
The mother and son came home carrying bags of things, and the father and son had already returned.
Lin Changchun: "Xiao Chen said Jiajia and Qinqin are home today and asked us to go there for dinner tonight."
Li Xianglian: "Since everyone is back, let's go."
After the winter vacation, Song Jiajia worked part-time in Shanghai for more than half a month and finally returned today.
Song Qinqin hasn't been back for two years. I vaguely heard from my third sister-in-law that she was doing well in Guangcheng. She had a very rich boyfriend who opened a clothing store for her.
She had sent a gift to Lin Lu before.
This year's winter seems to be a warm one, not as cold as last year, and there are not many days with snow. Song Chen hung the pork upstairs to dry. The wind on the roof was quite strong, and the tips of the noses of both father and son were frozen red. They poured a basin of hot water and were soaking their hands.
Seeing that Lin Lu was also carrying a lot of things, Song Chen asked her, "What did you buy? Is there anything for me?"
Li Xianglan snatched it back and said, "I bought everything. This girl never haggles. She pays whatever people ask. The money comes like the wind."
Lin Lu ignored what her mother had said all along and placed the cotton shoes she bought for Song Chen in front of him. "Here, these are the shoes you wanted."
Lin Jingbei was so shocked that he couldn't even look at it. Only his father would have the nerve to wear these shoes outside. He and his mother were both people of good taste.
Song Chen took a towel to wipe the water off his hands, picked up the shoes and squeezed them. They were quite soft. The outside of the shoes he had just worn out was a little wet, so he took them off and put them next to the stove to dry.
He only had a pair of cotton slippers on his feet. Lin Lu asked, "Why aren't you wearing socks?"
Song Chen: "I was busy hanging the meat and forgot about it."
Li Xianglian: "Xiaobei, quickly pour a basin of water for your dad to soak his feet. Illness begins in the feet. Don't let him catch a cold. The New Year is almost here."
Lin Jingbei pursed his lips. How could he say that his father had just taken off his shoes? He hadn't taken them off when he went up to hang the meat. He lied without blinking.
Seeing that he didn't understand, Song Chen sighed, "What are you thinking about, kid? Didn't you hear your grandma say, pour me some hot water to soak my feet?"
Lin Jingbei: “Oh.”
Song Chen: "I've become stupid from studying so much."
Lin Lukai defended his shortcomings: "You are stupid now."
Song Chen, the great actor: "You actually helped your son to scold me?"
Li Xianglian smiled secretly and went to the kitchen to make ginger soup for everyone to keep warm.
Lin Jingbei poured some water, and Song Chen asked him to get him a towel to wipe his feet.
Lin Lu: “…”
Song Chen: "I raised him. Can't he help his father with some small things?"
Lin Lu: “Sure, sure.”
After soaking his feet in the warm water, drying them, and changing into the new shoes his wife had just bought, Song Chen felt warm both physically and mentally.
It's warm and thoughtful.
In the afternoon, Li Xianglian carried her things and went to the old house to make tofu, just like in previous years.
Two boxes are made every year. One box is used to make snow tofu and hair tofu, which can be eaten within a year after being made. The other box is used to entertain guests during the Chinese New Year.
Song Chen agreed with her that they would be there in the evening and they would also go over and come back together after dinner.
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