Chapter 61 Yan Family
The phone kept vibrating. They were all friends Jun Qiulan had made here this year, sending him New Year's greetings.
Jun Qiulan curled up on the sofa and began to reply to their messages one by one.
Even though some of the messages were sent to a group, he replied to them with his blessings very attentively.
Including the work groups, crew groups, and extra recruitment groups that I joined before, there are also people in them sending blessings and red envelopes.
He also sent his blessings to the group and generously gave out a few small red envelopes.
Have fun with others.
This feels pretty good.
Just as I finished replying, Master Qingheng suddenly called me.
"I guess you'd come over around this time." Qingheng's voice was a little drunken. "Little disciple, when are you coming over to have a couple of drinks with this old man?"
Jun Qiulan couldn't help but laugh. He first respectfully wished Master Qingheng a happy new year, then said, "We'll go up the mountain on the second day of the new year."
"That's perfect. Yan Jing and the others also came here on the second day of the new year."
Jun Qiulan agreed and added, "I'm sorry, Master, I can't spend the New Year with you this year."
I don’t know whether the passage will be open by next Chinese New Year.
If it is opened, he can take his family to the Taoist temple to celebrate the New Year.
Qingheng smiled. "Don't worry about this little problem. Chinese New Year isn't a special occasion. Oh, and by the way, when you come up on the second day of the New Year, bring two braised geese."
Jun Qiulan also smiled, "Okay, is there anything else you need?"
"That's not the case."
"Then Master, please rest early. I still have to chat with my brothers and nephews in the group."
After hanging up the phone, Jun Qiulan sent several big red envelopes to the group of their loving family.
They all seem to be night owls, grabbing red envelopes at a very fast speed.
Jun Qiulan was also amused by this, so he sent a few more and had a lot of fun.
When the time was almost up and he was about to go back, Yan Jing suddenly sent another message.
Yan Jing was also busy all night.
Their family should be considered a relatively traditional family in contemporary society. During the Chinese New Year, no matter where you are, you must rush back.
I finally took a break and checked the messages on my phone.
Among all the blessing messages sent to the group, Jun Qiulan's was the most special.
Thinking of the man's serious look, he also replied with a blessing message.
Jun Qiulan replied as soon as he saw it, and asked about the trip to the Taoist temple on the second day of the new year.
Yan Jing was a little drunk, but his mind was still clear, and he used the word "go" very cleverly.
Jun Qiulan didn’t return to the Taoist temple?
He simply sent a video directly. He had been drinking and found typing too troublesome.
When Jun Qiulan saw the video call request, her hands trembled, and in a hurry, she clicked the answer button.
Seeing him in ancient costume, Yan Jing asked, "Are you still filming during the Chinese New Year? Which crew has such a lack of human rights?"
Jun Qiulan: "..."
He was speechless for a moment.
I saw Yan Jing's face again with a slight blush of drunkenness.
He turned his eyes away, and then said, "I just wore Hanfu and went out to play with a group of young people for a while. I just got home and haven't had time to change yet."
Yan Jing thought, after all, he was only twenty years old, so it was normal for him to like playing.
But I still asked, "Why didn't you go back to the Taoist temple to celebrate the New Year?"
Perhaps due to his family background, he is used to spending the New Year with his family.
Jun Qiulan remained calm and said, "I came to my master's place tonight, Mr. Yangeng, and spent the New Year with them. I will return to the Taoist temple on the second day of the New Year, and Master Qingheng said that you will also be there on the second day of the New Year."
Yan Jing didn't ask any more questions. It was obviously very late, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.
"Where's Songsong? Where is he? Let me see how Songsong is doing recently."
Jun Qiulan shuddered.
Jun Baisong has always been taken care of by his parents. Today is New Year's Day, and his mother even specially made cat food for him.
When he came over, he was still lying on his back in the cat bed that Wan'er had made for him.
Now Yan Jing wants to see the cat, where can he find it?
Travel back in time?
He cleared his throat and said, "Songsong is already asleep now."
Yan Jing: "It's only fun to have a sleeping cat."
Jun Qiulan: "..."
He seriously suspected that Yan Jing was the kind of pervert who would bury his face in a cat's belly and take a deep breath.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Wait for me for a moment. My clothes got wet just now. I'll change them first."
Yan Jing always felt something was strange, and was about to say something when the video call ended.
Jun Qiulan quickly changed into home pajamas and then traveled back.
My parents, my younger sister, and Song Yan all gathered together to watch the show.
Seeing Jun Qiulan coming over in a hurry, he was still confused.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
"There's no time to explain. I'll take Songsong away first."
He took away both the cat and its nest.
Songsong was shaken awake, still dazed, "Meow~?"
Jun Qiulan patted the cat's head and said, "Sorry, son, your ex-father wants to see you."
"Meow?"
What ex-father?
Jun Qiulan quickly went back with the cat in her arms, and then made a video call to Yan Jing.
Yan Jing also took a shower and just came out to change his clothes.
When the video was connected, all I saw was Songsong’s big-faced plate.
Songsong was raised to be very plump.
Yan Jing was delighted when he saw it, "Have you taken him to get the vaccine?"
What Jun Qiulan saw was the half-dry ends of Yan Jing's hair. How come Yan Jing didn't care about his image at all?
He has no male ethics at all, no wonder netizens say he is a gentleman with bad morals.
He took off his glasses again and said, "I've had one shot. The next one won't be until a few days."
Because of his own vaccine problems, he still attaches great importance to the issue of sending vaccines.
Especially since Songsong lived in ancient times, the small animals there had never been vaccinated.
Yan Jing nodded. "What about you? Where's your vaccine? Did you get the follow-up shots on time?"
Jun Qiulan: "I have received all the shots. There are still a few more shots to go, but the time is not up yet."
On the crew side, he talked to Director Wang about the vaccine.
This is not a small issue, the vaccine still needs to be taken, so everyone is very accommodating.
On the day when it is time to get vaccinated, take an hour off. The time for going there and back, plus the time for observation, is enough and will not cause any delay.
Yan Jing agreed, and then asked, "Are the cat food and cat litter that were given to you enough?"
He had previously bought imported brands, which were not cheap.
He said, "I'll bring some to you on the second day of the New Year."
Jun Qiulan thought about it and didn't refuse. "It's getting late. I've already seen you. Go to bed early. Good night."
Yan Jing chuckled softly, "Okay, good night, see you on the second day of the new year."
Hang up the phone.
Jun Qiulan let out a breath, then looked at Songsong who was stepping on his belly.
As if possessed by some unknown force, he picked up Songsong, buried his face in his belly and took a deep breath.
Wow, so cool.
It feels like it's addictive.
Jun Baisong: “???”
Oops, he seems to have met a pervert.
"Meow meow meow?"
Jun Qiulan took a final deep breath, feeling a little uncomfortable. "Let's go home. I'll see you off."
After saying that, he flashed away and returned to his room.
Song Song returned to a familiar place and quickly broke free from his perverted father's arms.
Meow meow, I'm going to find my grandparents and Aunt Xiangxiang.
Jun Qiulan: "..."
I had no choice but to carry the cat back to the front hall and watch the show with my parents for a while. When it was dawn, the whole family went back to their rooms to sleep.
I slept until noon.
Jun Qiulan woke up first and cooked glutinous rice balls and dumplings for the family.
There is no such custom in Dasheng, but in another world, people have been arguing online for many years about whether to eat tangyuan or dumplings during the Chinese New Year.
He simply bought them all.
Don’t say it, the other world is really good at doing business.
These dumplings and glutinous rice balls are all finished.
Just buy it home and cook it a little bit before eating.
It is the development of technology that makes life so convenient. If these glutinous rice dumplings are not frozen after they are made, they will go bad soon.
Song Xirong also woke up and was about to come over to cook. When she saw her son had cleaned up last night's hot pot and prepared breakfast for the family, she subconsciously wanted to say something to him.
What are you talking about? Men shouldn't go into the kitchen. That's a woman's job.
But before she even said it, she felt something was wrong.
Why should we be so particular about these things?
"My son is becoming more and more capable. He can even make breakfast."
Jun Qiulan smiled and said, "Mom, just boil this in water and pay attention to the time. Go wash up first, it will be ready soon."
The batteries he brought back were not yet enough to power the large refrigerator.
But now it’s freezing cold, so we can just throw it outside and it will be preserved for a long time.
The family had a mixed breakfast and lunch.
We will go to the village to pay New Year's greetings in the afternoon.
It is also to let Jun Qiulan show his face in the village.
Of course, there was no one else in their family who wanted to leave, so they just went to the headman's house to sit for a while.
Ma Xiaohu is back too.
He also talked about the green cup.
There are so many people in the yamen, it is impossible for him to take it all for himself.
He could only offer it up, and he even received some rewards.
These rewards are the most important to him.
It's a pity to waste a cup made of such a special material.
Jun Qiulan just smiled when he heard it. It was a defective mouthwash cup that he bought for one dollar.
He really didn't know what to say.
In fact, if you have a convenient identity, you can make a fortune by reselling this kind of things and win for the rest of your life.
Now, let’s just be more down-to-earth.
Everyone was busy, so Jun Qiulan and Jun Yu didn't stay long. They walked around the village, went to see the wasteland allocated to them by the head of the village, visited the renovated school, and then accompanied their father to the scholar's house to sit for a while.
After showing their faces for a while, the father and son slowly went home.
Dress warmly.
With thermal underwear, a down vest, gloves, and wool socks, you won’t feel cold when walking outside.
Jun Yu even joked, "When I was in the capital, I seemed to have a comfortable life, but it was still cold in winter."
He was talking about when he went out.
Cloaks and furs are heavy to wear.
Jun Yu continued, "I didn't expect that life would be more comfortable now."
Jun Qiulan also smiled: "My son also thinks that the current situation is good."
When they got home, Song Xirong and Jun Shuwan went to visit the neighbors next door, and only Song Yan was playing with the tablet.
Song Yan had just seen this thing yesterday and was curious about it.
Jun Qiulan didn't avoid it: "If it runs out of power later, remember to charge it."
"Okay, cousin, I know."
This thing is so amazing, especially the various film and television works in it.
He still pretended to be deaf and dumb and didn't ask where this thing came from.
Jun Yu warned, "Ji Bai and I still have to go to the city to give Mr. Su a gift. If anyone comes to visit later, don't let anyone see this. And remember to turn down the volume when watching TV."
"I understand, uncle." Song Yan thought for a moment, "Why don't I go into the city with you to take a look."
After the heavy snow, his shop was closed.
The main problem is the inconvenience of traveling.
It just so happens that the snow has stopped now, and the village head has organized the villagers to shovel some of the snow on the road, making the road into the city a little easier to walk on.
He mainly wanted to go to the store to have a look.
I haven't been there for so long, I hope the supplies in the warehouse aren't stolen.
"That's fine. Go pack up and dress warmly."
After all, it is the New Year, and the city is still very lively.
Song Yan went to the store and made an appointment to go back together. The teacher and the other went directly to Mr. Su's house.
When I got there, no one was there.
Liu Tong, a servant who had been to the Jun family before, was watching over the house: "Mr. Jun, Mr. Jun, the master went to the Duan Mansion to celebrate the New Year. He left yesterday. You two come in and warm up. I have heated the kang. I will go to the Duan Mansion to look for the master and bring him back."
This heated kang is such a wonderful thing.
Liu Tong knew that all this was given by Mr. Jun and his family.
Mr. Su was also a good man. He raised them, taught them to read and write, and never forgot them even when he was making the kang.
Jun Qiulan pondered for a moment and said, "No need to look for him. We also want to go and wish Brother Duan a happy new year."
Liu Tong grinned, "Then you two should wait a moment. I'll go get the ox cart and take you over."
Jun Qiulan didn't refuse either.
Although I was dressed warmly, the cold wind outside was still biting.
The ox cart was covered with a shed to provide some protection from the cold wind. Liu Tong also prepared a charcoal brazier inside.
"Thank you for your hard work, bro."
Liu Tong waved his hands and said, "This is nothing compared to hardship. When I was a child, there was a winter this cold. My parents froze to death. The people in my clan drove me out. I fainted on the side of the road and it was you who picked me up."
The days now were better than he had ever dared to imagine before.
As long as you have enough food to eat and warm clothes to wear, driving a cart is not that hard.
Jun Qiulan had a special status, so they did not go through the main gate to Duan Mansion, but asked Liu Tong to take them to the side door.
Before he could introduce himself or hand in his visiting card, he was led in by the servant.
"Oh, you're here. It's your turn today." Mr. Su was playing chess with Duan Wen.
There were no other entertainment activities at the time, and the only things scholars did among them were appreciate paintings, play chess, and discuss academic matters.
Jun Qiulan greeted Mr. Su and his senior brother and presented them with a New Year gift.
It's not something valuable.
A few scraps of paper, completely different from the paper on the market.
"Mr. Jun and Junior Brother, please sit down quickly. Don't be so formal. Have a cup of hot tea to warm yourself up."
Su Changxun touched the paper in his hand and asked, "Is Qiulan ready to write?"
"Ji Bai, my father gave it to me."
Su Changxun nodded. This was the reason he didn't give Jun Qiulan a name that day.
After all, Jun Yu's biological father is still alive, and the father and son have been forced to separate for more than ten years. As a teacher for only one year, he cannot interfere in matters such as choosing a name.
"Ji Bai is a good name." Su Changxun looked at the paper in his hand. "Ji Bai, do you have a new idea? Just say it. There are no outsiders here today."
Jun Qiulan was silent for a moment.
Duan Wen smiled and said, "I'll go see if my wife's mutton soup is ready."
"Brother, I'm not trying to avoid you, let's listen together."
After he said so, Su Changxun also said: "Duan Wen is not an outsider, since it's clear, just say it."
Jun Qiulan then spoke, "I have a new printing technique and two different papermaking techniques."
When these words were spoken, Duan Wen and Su Changxun were both excited.
This matter is indeed of great importance.
Today, papermaking techniques are controlled by a few families that have been passed down for hundreds of years.
The new papermaking technique was so good that Jun Qiulan specially brought it up to show them, so it must be different from the previous ones.
Jun Qiulan nodded. "This first type of papermaking technique won't produce paper of particularly high quality, but it will be very cheap. It can be more than half the price of the cheapest paper available today."
More than half the price?
Duan Wen became even more excited.
He came from a poor family. If Mr. Su had not paid for him to continue his studies, he would have given up long ago.
The biggest expense of reading is paper.
Practicing calligraphy and writing articles every day are the biggest consumables.
Even if you use the cheapest paper, it will still be a considerable expense over the years.
"Is this the kind of paper?" he asked.
It feels good to touch.
Jun Qiulan shook his head. "This is another kind of paper with good quality, but the cost is also very low."
The emergence of these two types of paper will inevitably have an impact on the market.
The matter is of great importance.
We still need to plan carefully how to spread these two types of paper.
Su Changxun seemed to be lost in thought. "What about this new printing technique?"
This is very simple. Jun Qiulan just explained it briefly and everyone understood.
"This is also an invention that benefits both the country and the people."
If it were in the past, when Jun Qiulan was still the crown prince, as long as he did not commit a serious mistake, he could use this printing technology to secure his position as crown prince.
It doesn't make sense to think about it. Jun Qiulan is not the emperor's biological son. No matter what, he cannot be allowed to ascend the throne.
Even if he was allowed to continue to be the crown prince on the surface, it did not seem too difficult for an emperor who held the power of life and death to secretly let the crown prince die of illness.
Duan Wen: "Junior brother, do you want to use these two things to do business?"
I'm afraid it's not easy to do.
They are now in the border town. Although Duan Wen is the governor of a state and the highest official here, he is nothing in the outside world.
In particular, he has no court background.
It's okay to quietly do some small business locally, he can still control it.
Jun Qiulan shook his head: "Ji Bai wants you and Senior Brother to find a way to spread these two techniques of papermaking and printing."
Duan Wen's eyes lit up, "This is a good idea. If more people do this, those noble families can't kill everyone."
It’s not like I dislike my long life.
Moreover, when more people do it, it will be difficult to find the mastermind behind it. At that time, it will be safer for them to do it.
Jun Qiulan didn't explain much.
But Su Changxun's eyes were very complicated.
He always felt that things were not that simple.
Perhaps Jun Jibai just wanted to have more scholars in the world? To reduce the burden of studying?
This is still about caring about the world.
He has recently read the administrator's book several times over.
If Jun Qiulan could become emperor, even if he did not overthrow this feudal and corrupt world, he could still improve people's livelihood and let the people gradually live a good life.
Especially there are several high-yield grain varieties later.
Thinking of this, he felt even more complicated.
Otherwise, he should go talk to Huo Lian another day?
He sighed again.
I hope he doesn't end up dealing with Huo Lan while Jun Qiulan has no idea what to do.
What? Can they still rebel without a leader?
The key here is Jun Qiulan, who used to be the crown prince. If he can find a suitable excuse, the rebellion will be justified.
Jun Qiulan silently avoided Su Changxun's gaze a little. He knew what the gentleman was thinking.
But he couldn't come up with an answer.
"Now, we just have to think of a way to spread these things reasonably."
Su Changxun came back to his senses. Never mind. Jun Qiulan didn’t want to talk about this now, but it was enough that he was willing to do these things for the people of the world.
He said, "When I got into trouble, I severed ties with both my paternal and maternal clans. My paternal clan probably felt ashamed of me and haven't had any contact in all these years. On the other hand, even though my mother has passed away, a few cousins from my maternal clan still send people to visit me every year and bring me some gifts."
Coincidentally, his mother's family used to be in the bookstore business.
But later on, due to various reasons, the family split up, and now some of my cousins on my mother's side are running bookstore businesses all over the country.
They are scattered and some of them have changed their identities, so they only have contact within the family.
Outsiders can no longer connect them together.
Su Changxun did not explain the reason in detail.
"If you are relieved, I can revise the book and spread these things secretly from those bookshops."
Jun Qiulan hesitated for a moment, "Please tell me the names of these bookstores, sir."
He could tell that something must have happened to Mr. Su's maternal family, which led to their separation.
If one still needs to remain anonymous, then what happened in the first place could not be a small matter.
He already had a secret here, and actually didn't want to get involved too much with other things.
Su Changxun sighed, "Have you ever heard about the Yan family's demise over fifty years ago?"
Jun Qiulan's pupils shrank.
At that time, the previous emperor was still in power, and the Yan family was also a large family that had been passed down for hundreds of years, but it only took a moment for the empire to collapse.
What exactly happened was always kept secret from others and no one dared to mention it.
As a result, Jun Qiulan had only heard of the destruction of such a family, but had no idea what had happened in the past.
After all, Jun Yu was not born at that time.
Su Changxun also shook his head: "Actually, I'm not very clear. Back then, my mother was weak, so according to the advice of the masters, she was sent to the temple to be raised. I think she escaped a disaster."
It was only many years later, after his parents got married and had him, that his mother gradually got in touch with several cousins.
He had asked about it, but his mother said that the fewer people who knew about it, the better, and she never explained it to him clearly. Moreover, his mother was not very old when the accident happened, so she probably didn't understand it very clearly.
Jun Qiulan was silent for a while, "Mr. Su, are you sure that the Yan family is reliable now?"
He didn't dare take any risks.
Su Changxun smiled and said, "I will take care of everything. Don't worry, these things will definitely be sent to where they belong and play their due role. You will definitely not be involved."
Jun Qiulan sighed, "Sir, you and I are from the same path, so there's no need to get involved. Ji Bai also doesn't want anything to go wrong on your side."
Su Changxun nodded, "Don't worry. Those cousins are scattered across the country, and I won't let them get into trouble again. I know the interests involved."
Seeing that he spoke so decisively, Jun Qiulan felt relieved.
"Sir, please don't let anyone get involved. I have no other desires, I just want this information to spread. If it implicates others, I'm afraid I'll never be able to sleep peacefully for the rest of my life."
Duan Wen listened nearby, "Don't worry, Junior Brother. When I was studying, not only did you pay for my studies, but Yan's Bookstore also knew about my relationship with you and treated me with a lot of courtesy. Even when I was an official in other places, I received a lot of help from them."
Jun Qiulan then nodded and bowed respectfully, "Thank you very much, sir and senior brother."
Jun Yu sighed, "I used to have quite a few old friends, but this matter is so serious that I dare not contact them."
Most of the people he made friends with were literati.
Duan Wen shook his head. "Mr. Jun, the people you made friends with in the past were probably all from aristocratic families and powerful people. If you give these things to them, they may not be able to play a role."
Jun Yu thought about it and realized that this was the case.
If such an achievement that benefits the country and the people falls into their hands, the first thing they will probably think about is how to benefit their family and themselves.
"I was mistaken."
Su Changxun smiled and said, "That might not be a bad idea, Brother Yu, do you still remember Mr. Lu?"
Although Mr. Lu also came from a noble family, after he passed the imperial examination, he was not willing to become an official. Instead, he spent his life traveling and studying, lecturing, hoping to enlighten the people.
This is also a scholar who cares about the world.
The old man is old, and the one who is in charge now is Mr. Lu’s son.
Although he entered the court, he was also a breath of fresh air in the court.
Jun Yu nodded, "When our family was exiled, Brother Lu even managed to send us some money and food."
If it weren't for the money and food, they would have suffered even more on the way to exile and might not have reached the border town alive.
However, after they arrived at the place, they were worried that their old friends would be implicated, so they never thought of contacting them.
I think the reason they don't contact them is not because they are afraid of being involved with them, but because they are afraid that contacting them will harm them instead.
No one wanted to see them still involved with the court officials.
In particular, the Lu family also holds a certain status in the eyes of literati.
The pen of a scholar is sometimes more lethal than the sword of a warrior.
Duan Wen added, "As for printing, it's easier to promote than papermaking."
After all, it's simple, and you can understand the principle after just a few words.
He pondered for a moment and said, "I have a few old friends. I think they would be happy to give them some gifts."
As for its origin, when more people know about it, it will be confusing. Who will know how it came about?
He could also say that he got it by chance.
Jun Qiulan bowed to Duan Wen again and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother, for planning this for me."
"It's okay, we're all family."
Duan Wen also felt complicated.
What is the situation now?
Is this anti-orthodoxy or not?
He asked the gentleman, but the gentleman didn't give him a definite answer.
We sat in Duan's house for an afternoon and talked about some details around this topic.
The father and son did not stay for dinner.
On the first day of the new year, it is more appropriate to go home and spend it with family.
After leaving the Duan Mansion, the father and son looked at each other and got on the Duan Mansion's carriage.
"It seems I have to buy a car." Jun Yu said.
Jun Qiulan nodded: "Let's wait and see. Buying a donkey or a mule would be nice."
I went to pick up Song Yan again.
Song Yan tidied up in the store and came out with two boxes.
"They were sent from the General's Mansion. They must have been some servants out shopping and saw my shop was open. The one who came to give them the gifts was the maidservant next to Madam Huo. One of the gifts was for my cousin Wan'er."
Jun Qiulan: "Let's go home first."
Huo Lian was a military general after all, and he really didn't want to get involved too much.
New Year gifts were also prepared, but they planned to bring them to Wan'er when she returned to the general's mansion.
At least it means there shouldn't be too much movement on the surface.
Jun Qiulan suddenly shuddered. Mr. Su had always had unrealistic expectations of him. Could it be that he thought he had something going on with the Huo family?
It's over, this matter is really hard to explain.
If they want to rebel, General Huo's army of hundreds of thousands may not be powerless to fight, and General Huo himself is a fierce general.
Thinking of this, he shuddered again.
"What's wrong? Are you cold?" Jun Yu asked with concern.
Jun Qiulan didn't dare to tell the truth and could only nod, "It's a bit cold in the evening because there's no sun."
Jun Yu smiled and said, "You're still cold even with all this thick clothing. You're not as strong as your father. You should take some time out to exercise more."
Jun Qiulan smiled, "Okay, I understand."
Second grade.
In addition to going up the mountain, Jun Qiulan also has to visit Uncle Hua.
Uncle Hua helped him a lot. On New Year's Eve, he gave Uncle Hua a red envelope, but Uncle Hua confiscated it.
I might as well go there in person today.
Brought a New Year gift.
A pair of jade pendants, a painting by his father and a copy of his own calligraphy. In addition, he also bought some gift boxes in the supermarket that ordinary people here give as New Year greetings.
There is a big red lantern hanging in front of Uncle Hua’s door.
Before I even entered the door, I heard a girl's voice.
I think it must be Uncle Hua’s daughter who came back to celebrate the New Year.
Jun Qiulan knocked on the door and said, "Uncle Hua, Aunt Hua, I'm here to wish you a happy new year."
Before Uncle Hua came out, he could hear a hearty laugh. "I was just talking about you with your sister. Come in and sit down."
Uncle Hua’s daughter Hua Qing also has a cheerful personality.
"Oh my, you're really a folding fan gentleman. Come quickly and take a photo with me. I want to post it on WeChat Moments."
I had heard from her father before that Mr. Folding Fan was their tenant, but only when I saw him in person did it feel real.
Jun Qiulan couldn't help laughing, "Happy New Year, Sister Hua."
"It's fine." Hua Qing muttered, "It would be even better if your uncle and aunt Hua didn't push me to get married."
Jun Qiulan couldn't help laughing.
When you reach a certain age, the issue of marriage is probably a topic that no one can escape in any world.
Hua Qing was still joking, "It's just that you're too young. If you were five or six years older, do you believe my parents would still match us up?"
Uncle Hua laughed heartily, "Not impossible. Having a son as good as Lanlan would make me wake up laughing in my dreams."
Jun Qiulan was embarrassed for a moment and didn't know what to say.
Aunt Hua saw through it and said, "Stop talking nonsense, Xiao Lan is almost embarrassed. She is so young, and you are making such jokes. Don't make her afraid to come here in the future."
Jun Qiulan chuckled.
Uncle Hua also realized, "Oh, this is your teacher's calligraphy and painting, right? I heard it's hard to find online, how come you sent it to me?"
Jun Qiulan: "Mr. Yan Geng doesn't ask for money, it's Uncle Hua who is kind. Here is the calligraphy I wrote. Take a look and see if you like it. You can follow it when practicing calligraphy in the future."
"I love it so much. You don't know, among us retired old men, they envy my calligraphy."
"And this pair of pendants is just right for Aunt Hua and Sister Hua."
"This is so embarrassing." Aunt Hua felt quite embarrassed, but she didn't really know the value of the jade. She just thought the jade was beautiful, especially the small gourd carved on it.
Quite exquisite.
Hua Qing was shocked. This was a bit too expensive. But seeing that his father and this little brother got along like close friends regardless of age, he didn't say anything hurtful.
The Hua family's family atmosphere is also very enviable.
The family insisted on keeping Jun Qiulan for lunch before letting him go. When he left, Hua Qing asked him for his contact information.
"I don't know if it's convenient."
Jun Qiulan: "It's not inconvenient at all. You can actually just tell Uncle Hua directly and have him push it to Sister Hua."
Hua Qing: "You think I didn't say that? He said you're a big star and you can't just give your contact information to others."
Jun Qiulan was happy again.
Hua Qing continued, "I don't mean anything special. I work in the tax field. If you need my help in the future, please feel free to contact me."
Jun Qiulan nodded, "Thank you, Sister Hua."
After leaving the Hua family, he was still thinking about tax issues.
He has been in this world for so long, but he has never paid any taxes. Do actors have to pay taxes?
How and where can I pay?
Before he could check online, Master Qingheng called and said, "Why haven't you come back yet? Yan Jing and the others have arrived."
Jun Qiulan: "Master, you want to eat braised goose, right? Yan Jing sent me a message, they haven't arrived yet."
It is also inconvenient to travel because there is no airport here.
Yan Jing and his friends had just gotten off the plane and had not yet arrived in Fengcheng.
Qing Heng did not refute, "Just come up quickly."
Jun Qiulan: "Right away, on the way."
If he wanted to go up the mountain, he couldn't go empty-handed, so he also prepared gifts for his senior brothers and nephews.
Besides, he has to go back.
He had to stay in the mountains for two days, so he had to take Songsong with him.
Don't let Yan Jing think that he is pitiful for leaving Songsong a cat at home.
There is also a painting for Grandpa Yan Jing.
Back home.
When Jun Yu and his wife heard that he was going to take Song Song away for two days, they were quite reluctant to let him go.
"Mom and Dad, we can't let Yan Jing think that I abandoned the cat at home, and it's only for two nights."
The couple said solemnly, "Anyway, you have to take good care of Songsong. If such a cute cat gets lost and is found by someone else, they won't give it back to you."
Jun Qiulan burst out laughing.
In fact, there are many so-called purebred cats there, and they are all very beautiful. On the contrary, Songsong is just a rural cat.
Anyway, the couple raised Songsong as a child.
Only after Jun Qiulan promised repeatedly did he take Songsong away. There were many things to carry up the mountain, so he even pushed a cart.
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