After The Vicious Cannon Fodder Was Reborn

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Chapter 106

In fact, Old Master Song didn't sleep for long when Tao Mu carefully woke him up.

"Master, we have to go to the grave."

According to the rules of the Song family, the ancestors will be picked up on the thirtieth year, and sent to the ancestors on the first day of the new year. When sending ancestors to hold auspicious times, before sending ancestors, thirty-six songs have to be made in Songjia Village to pay homage to ancestors. In order to prove that the Song family's fire has been inherited continuously, so that the ancestors can go back with confidence.

It takes time to make thirty-six dishes. Although before this, the basic preparatory work has been done. But it takes at least an hour or two just to get on the stove. If we put it aside before, when there are many children in the Song family, each person may have one or two dishes, maybe it will be faster. But now there are only the old man and Tao Mu, and the old man has to cook twenty-eight dishes. This is a big project.

When Song Daozhen was woken up, he still had the illusion of a lifetime. After being stunned for a long time, he came back to his senses.

Tao Mu turned on the air conditioner, put the jacket hanging on the radiator over the old man, and pulled out the cotton trousers covered by the quilt. When putting on shoes for the old man, he frowned and said, "Why is this room still so cold? Let's invite someone to warm up the floor, shall we?"

"Such an old house, don't bother." Song Daozhen waved his hand. This ancestral house of the Song family was handed down from the Qing Dynasty. It is said to be an antique to the outside world, and it looks very special. But who lives there who knows. Cool in winter and warm in summer, the lighting is not good. A few years ago, the water, electricity and heating were easily turned on, but the official roads have been aging in these years, and there are always problems.

Last year, Tao Mu made money in H Town, and when he came back, he overhauled the pipelines of the orphanage and the Song family mansion. In particular, the east and west wing rooms of the Song family also specially went to Liulichang to invite the engineering team to repair cultural relics and historic sites. From the windows and walls to the interior decorations. At that time, the yard was full of chaos and chaos. It's not good to annoy Mr. Song.

He survived with great difficulty, and he was not punished twice.

"Then you don't like the air conditioner." Tao Mu squatted on the ground and put on the old man's shoes: "Electric hot air is an open flame, which is too unsafe. And after a long time, I feel dry mouth and easy to get angry. Find a way to warm up the house."

"Blowing the air conditioner makes me sick." Old Man Song waved his hand. He is too old to enjoy the blessing of the air conditioner: "Besides, it's quite warm in this room. I've been here for so many years, and I'm used to it. It's all of you young people, looking at the strong firepower, it's not resistant to freezing at all."

As Old Man Song said, his eyes fell on Tao Mu's long, slender and straight legs. A thin pair of jeans wrapped Tao Mu's legs, giving him a shockingly out of place thinness. Old Man Song frowned and found that things were not that simple: "Are you not wearing cotton pants again?"

"I just take the car when I go out, and there is heating in the house." Tao Mu blinked and pointed to the basin of warm water on the washstand.

"Stinky boy, you don't wear cotton pants in winter, and it's minus fifteen or six degrees outside...why don't you freeze to death!"

Tao Mu hurriedly hurried and did not avoid the scolding. The loud scolding of Old Man Song standing on the threshold directly awakened the others in the courtyard. Everyone grinning and wrapped in down jackets and large cotton-padded jackets, stood on the veranda to watch the play.

Until the old man went into the kitchen after washing up, Tao Mu was still squatting in front of the stove, silently guarding his dignity as an idol—resolutely refusing to wear cotton pants.

"It's minus fifteen degrees outside, and the northwest wind is blowing. If you don't wear cotton pants today, we won't send your ancestors." Old Man Song angrily stood on the other side of the stove: "I guess the old Song family The ancestors didn't want to see the closed children of the Song family freeze to death outside because of their stinky beauty."

"I take the car when I go out, and the house has heating..." Tao Mu said the same thing: "Besides, I don't feel cold."

And how can celebrities wear cotton pants to keep warm? Do you still have the dignity of an idol? Especially when walking the red carpet and watching a show, can you put on a layer of cotton pants because of the cold? Other female stars still bare their thighs and show their shoulders. Their men are much better, right?

"And there's a warm baby inside me." Tao Mu said with great wit, "It's really not cold."

"Do you know that Mr. Liu at the entrance of the hutong, who drank too much outside on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, stumbled and slept by the street lamp, that drunkard?" Mr. Song gave an example to tell Tao Mu that he did not wear cotton trousers in the north. Consequences: "When the street sweeper found people the next morning, they all froze to death. They were covered in purple and blue. It was hard, and it didn't look good at all."

"And President Yun came to Songji for dinner two days ago, and told me that some little girls are now learning to dress up in other people's stick dramas, wearing cotton clothes on top, no cotton pants underneath, bare legs and skirts. It's bloody..."

Tao Mu just wanted to explain "I'm not the same as them", and looked up to see Old Master Song's firm little eyes. Got it. Nothing to say.

"I'm going to wear cotton pants." Tao Mu turned back into the room glumly, and pulled out a pair of thin cotton pants. Old Man Song followed and stared at people urgently: "Wear thick clothes."

Tao Mu was even more unhappy. When he put on thick cotton pants and jeans, he felt very bloated. This time, Mr. Song was satisfied: "That's right. In winter, you have to wear thick clothes to make people look warm."

He tried his best to keep his idol's dignity of never wearing cotton pants, Tao Musheng turned out the phone reluctantly. He has always been a person who is not good for himself and will not make others feel good. This New Year's Eve, originally wanted to show kindness and turn a blind eye to the actions of some old men. But now... the baby is not happy anymore, do you still care if your old bastard is okay?

Tao Mu hummed twice and motioned Feixun Entertainment to send two reporters to squat outside the Song family's ancestral tomb. By the way, let Brother Dahui go over in advance to make some preparations. Although it is the New Year's Day, the entertainment industry always celebrates the New Year when there is gossip, and ends without gossip. Therefore, entertainment reporters, gossip and paparazzi are also the same as the special types of work in the country. They have shifts and no holidays. Of course, as a boss who is keen to go home for the New Year, Tao Mu can't stop for those who can't go home for the New Year, or who can't stop the New Year. The employees of Feixun Entertainment who need to always think about the devotion to the cause of gossip are also very good. The overtime pay for the New Year's Eve, which is ten times the daily salary, and the luxury New Year's Eve dinner delivery ordered from a five-star hotel, so that the reporters of the Feixun Entertainment Department are fighting for the qualification of the New Year's Day shift-

As long as the family is around, every day can be New Year's Eve. But ten times the overtime pay is only available for a few days!

Not knowing that his grandson wanted to find someone to vent his anger when he didn't like it, Old Man Song stared at Tao Mu after changing the thick cotton pants, and then slipped Tao Mu back to the kitchen to prepare dishes for ancestor worship in peace.

When the dishes are ready, one old and one small solemnly placed thirty-six Song dishes one by one in front of the ancestor's spiritual seat, three times and nine bows, and respectfully invited the ancestors to taste. After that is the journey to send the ancestors back to the ancestral graves.

Tao Mu noticed that Song Laozi also held a red sandalwood box containing the "Song Family Cookbook" after asking for the ancestral tablet. A little suspicious.

Facing Tao Mu's doubts, Old Man Song didn't say anything. He sat in the back seat with a gloomy face, the shadows on both sides of the driveway flew past, and Old Master Song was about to melt into the darkness.

By the time Liu Yao and Meng Qi arrived at the Song family's ancestral tomb with the old and the young, it was already more than six o'clock. There was a smear of fish maw white in the sky.

Yao Sheng'an, who arrived at the Song family's ancestral tomb on time at four o'clock, waited in the car for more than two hours before he saw the Song family's car to send their ancestors. Immediately, he got out of the car with a gloomy face: "Didn't you say four o'clock?"

Father Song held the ancestral tablet and glanced blankly at Yao Shengan, who had a very ugly face: "Didn't you say that you want to kneel in front of my father's grave for a day and a night? I'm worried that your body and bones can't stand it, so I'm going to let you Kneel for two more hours. You didn't kneel in the end."

"Then why are you here so early?" Song Daozhen looked at Yao Shengan with a puzzled expression.

Yao Shengan was almost out of shape by Song Daozhen's remarks. He almost forgot, Song Daozhen has been such a person who likes to be slapped since he was young.

At that time, the Song family hadn't fallen yet. The old man of the Song family accepted a total of two disciples, one was him, and the other was Wang Yipin. Song Daozhen is the only son of the old grandfather of the Song family, and the only seedling of the Song family's generation. At a young age, he is naturally favored. Therefore, Song Daozhen is also a king of hell when he beats children. He can't calm down at all because of his personality. He is full of bad ideas and twists his mind.

Later, after going through that special era, the Song family all died and scattered, and Song Daozhen was hit hard, and it was only then that he could not recover.

Thinking of these past events, Yao Shengan couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect you to think so. If you explain it to me, I will naturally kneel here willingly and ask my teacher to forgive me."

Song Daozhen sneered: "What I think is my business. It has nothing to do with what you do. If you have the heart, since you are in front of the Song family's grave, you should kneel and cry, and the ancestors of the Song family should not jump from the coffin. Come out to stop you. Do you need to ask for permission?"

Song Daozhen, who speaks and does things, never shows face to others. How do you want to stay? How to say: "You have to kneel in front of people to apologize, and let people watch you kowtow and offer incense. Whether you really apologize or pretend, you know for yourself."

Song Daozhen said, looking coldly at the two reporters who got out of Yao's car carrying the camera: "It's me being affectionate. It seems that you don't want to act in front of me either."

Song Daozhen invited the tablets of the ancestors of the Song family to the grave. In front of the ancestors, he returned the sandalwood box that Yao Shengan had sent back: "When I was sorting out the "Song Family Recipe", I found that there were more than ten dishes in the back, which should not belong to the Song family. Return to Zhao in full."

At that time, Grandpa Song was still alive, and Song Daozhen had not inherited Song Ji, so he was not qualified to read ancestral recipes. Song Daozhen was based on the time - the day Yao Shengan took someone to copy the Song family and stole the ancestral recipe. From that day onwards, Mrs. Song tore off all the dishes recorded in the "Song Family Cookbook". Return it to Yao Shengan together with the sandalwood box.

"The Song family's teachings, it is not my Song family's things, so I must ask for it myself, and don't be greedy. If there are children in the family who are studying outside the art, and the dishes they have learned are recorded in the "Song Family Cookbook", they must obtain the consent of the other party. Either exchange recipes, or buy them with silver taels, and if necessary, they can provide for the other party's retirement. If in the future, the descendants of the recipe family lose their ancestral secrets and ask the Song family for it, the Song family can't shirk their prevarication. Don't cherish oneself. Remember the past The grace of the arts..."

Song Daozhen stood in front of the Song family's ancestral tomb and read a paragraph of the Song family's family motto. Then he looked at Yao Shengan with a blank expression: "Mr. Yao had betrayed his teacher and set up his own business. Since then, he is no longer a member of the Song family. My Song family also doesn't want to have a good relationship with Mr. Yao, and I don't want to miss you for passing on art. Your kindness. So I'll give you everything, Yao Shengan, to Zhao. You can order it yourself."

Yao Shengan looked at Song Daozhen with a complicated expression. This is the character of the Song family. Even if it has been devastated by wind and rain, it will not be different from its original intention.

"This is my intention. It is also my compensation to the Song family. I hope you can accept it." Yao Shengan said this, and laughed at himself again: "After all, I also learned this skill from the Song family."

"I said, as long as my Song family's recipe is complete, I will return it to Zhao. Since it is complete, whether it is one dish missing or more than a dozen dishes, it is not complete." Song Daozhen thought

Don't be sober: "Although you learned your cooking skills from the Song family, you also deceived your teacher and destroyed your ancestors and betrayed your teacher. So you have no kindness to me and the Song family. If you reluctantly mention the word relationship, you are also an enemy."

"If you still have a face and conscience, you will stop using Songjia cuisine to benefit your Yao family. After all, you have established your own business. Instead of continuing to use Song family recipes secretly, you might as well find a way to promote Yaojia cuisine, which is also counted as your Yao family. The home is named."

As Song Daozhen spoke, he lit three incense sticks: "Now, kowtow to make amends. After kowtowing, you can leave."

Yao Shengan didn't expect that Song Daozhen actually responded like this before he found a chance to attack. In just a few words, all his previous plans were shattered.

Therefore, he hated people like the Song family the most. No matter what the temperament of his family's children was, they all had such an old-fashioned and sour temperament in their bones. Everything has to be a family law. I don't even know what age it is now. Everyone pays attention to interests first, Song Daozhen is holding the "Song Family Recipe" and guarding such a fallen Song Ji, what can he do?

In another ten or eight years, Song Daozhen also died. The Song family is about to face the danger of losing the art of cutting off their descendants. Instead of watching these things get lost, let him use them. It can not only solve the crisis of Shengan Group, but also promote the signboard of Songji.

What's more, Song Daozhen is now the major shareholder of Sheng'an Group. It is useless for him to guard an empty Songji, so it is better to leave it to the Shengan Group to take care of it. The signboard of the Song family, which is also in the province, also completely declined with the crisis of the Song family being cut off from their descendants.

Song Daozhen did not expect that Yao Shengan still wanted to play Song Ji's idea, and suddenly became angry: "Get out of here!"

Song Daozhen picked up a fire stick and directly knocked Yao Shengan and the bodyguard reporter he brought out of the Song family's ancestral tomb. Watching Yao Shengan hide behind the bodyguard in embarrassment.

"Think about it too. Don't always play with your spirits when you are a lot of age. Although you hate me, you don't want Song Ji to be lonely in your hands! When the time comes, you will have no face to meet the ancestors of the Song family. How can I explain it to the ancestors of the Song family!" Yao Shengan knew Song Daozhen's weakness, and every word he poked into Song Daozhen's heart.

Yao Shengan saw that Tao Mu didn't bring reporters here, only the two cameramen he brought were naturally directed towards him. His speech and demeanor suddenly relaxed a lot. In front of Song Daozhen, Tao Mu and the others, he brazenly said some harsh words, and then got into the car surrounded by bodyguards and drove away.

Song Daozhen covered his chest angrily and cursed. He had never seen such a brazen person. He killed the Song family, and now he still has the idea of ​​hitting Song Ji. Even if he brought the plaque of Song Ji into the coffin, he would never let Yao Shengan succeed.

"Old man, don't be angry. This old bastard won't succeed." Tao Mu comforted his old man while looking at the two Feixun Entertainment reporters who were making trouble out of nowhere, as well as Brother Dahui, who came to arrange it in advance.

"Everything was filmed?"

The two reporters nodded viciously. Yao Shengan really was shameless and shameless. Even the two outsiders who were onlookers couldn't stand it any longer.

Dahui walked behind the Song family's ancestral tomb and turned out a few pinhole cameras hidden in the corner for candid photography. The sky was still bright, and it was dark everywhere. Yao Shengan and his people didn't notice these "organs" at all.

Tao Mu sneered. As time passed, he was kind and kind for two days, and some people really regarded him as a virgin.

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