Restart the Flying Age

　　 I can't help but sigh for a moment of loss.

　　 For Yang Zili, after Lu Wei's head-to-head training, he suddenly turned into a frosted eggplant, losing his usual vigor.

　　 lie on Wu Tao's table all day, yelling to learn from the scriptures.

　　 What he wants to take is not how to get the results up, but how to play and keep the results from falling.

　　 The reason why this is a nerve is that it is not a neurotic nerve, but a magical sutra and a fairy sutra.

　　 But Wu Tao is just a mortal body after all. To be honest, he is not sure that he will be able to stay in the Diaoyutai and keep the first place every time he takes an exam.

　　 After all, there are strong enemies in this school. Han Xin, Zhou Chuanwen, Ren Jie and others are all roaring scholars, and they all have their own set of winning magic weapons.

　　 From now on, Feng Shui will turn around, and it is difficult to guarantee that it will not be transferred to other people's homes. Wu Tao is really not sure that he will be able to take the lead again and again.

　　Because he has more things to do, and all these scholars are more focused, more focused, and more focused than him.

　　 As for this mid-term exam, after all, it carries the dual meaning of the new class of students shuffling and the school's power.

　　 Wu Tao had to pay attention to it and made no less effort than others.

　　 Others thought he was easy and easy to take this first place. It was because he had never seen those piles of problem sets that he completed in private.

　　 Back home with the results at the weekend, Wu Tao's back was straight and straight.

　　 Zhang Huilan had to ask for a table of food to reward her son, although his son did not eat worse in the city than at home.

　　 The old lady is responsible for caring, but the old man just smokes and squints proudly, and by the way, he beats the second child with the performance of the boss.

　　 Xiao Jiang looks round again, but he hasn't risen for a while, but he has been caught up by a black egg who is a year younger than him.

　　Wu Tao walked into the kitchen and watched his old lady cooking, and said, "Mom, Xiao Jiang's food has been careful, because he has grown too fat, which affects his growth. It only develops horizontally, but does not develop vertically..."

　　 Although this theory may not be right, it is still idle anyway, chatting casually with the old lady, Wu Tao did not expect the old lady who has been petting Xiaojiang alone to listen to him.

　　Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, Zhang Huilan agreed: "Listen to you, you should pay attention. In the future, if you grow up to be a big fat man, you will lose the face of the old Wu family, and even your wife will be hard to find."

　　 Seeing that her son was speechless, Zhang Huilan picked up a basket of apples in hand and said, "Your second aunt brought it. It's big and sweet. It's okay to take it outside. It's smokey and uncomfortable in this room."

　　 So Wu Tao grabbed the big round apple and slipped into the vineyard.

　　 It was late autumn, and the vineyards were bare and there was nothing to see.

　　 There are only bare grape vines left, crawling all over the shelves, Gu Ying whirling. As for the fine branches and branches, they have all been cut off, waiting for new branches to be drawn in the coming year.

　　 But in the fields under the grape trusses, the strawberry seedlings transplanted earlier have come alive. Although the leaves are not so verdant, they are the only embellishment in this Xiao Sha Qiu Yi.

　　 In a few days, these strawberry seedlings will be covered with plastic film to prepare for the strawberries that will ripen early next spring.

　　 After most of the apples were gnawed, Wu Tao realized that it was really sweet.

　　 This is certainly a good product selected by my second aunt Zhang Xuemei, but it also shows that the apples of the neighboring province are better than the grapes it produces.

The customer source of 　　 farmhouse has entered a period of depression, except for the occasional idle clouds and wild cranes on weekends, it is almost extinct.

　　 entertained these uncle-like guests, and took them directly to the fish pond of Uncle Dai's house, sitting for a long time, letting them enjoy themselves in fishing.

　　 turned to the west of the garden, next to Aunt Hua’s house, and was catching up with Wu Binghua strolling back from the back of the house.

　　 The father and son walked to the pavilion, one sitting and the other squatting.

　　 It's getting dark early, and before it's time to eat, night has fallen.

　　 Wu Binghua’s cigarette **** flashed on and off in the dark night, it was really eye-catching.

　　 "There are 7 branches of Chuan Chuan Xiang, there are quite a few. Do you plan to continue opening in the future?"

　　 Wu Tao shook his head. Among the 7 stores, 5 are directly-operated stores, and the other 2 are franchised stores. From the geographical distribution, it can almost cover the entire Beijiang urban area.

　　 If it expands blindly, it will be an internal consumption, and it can only divert the passenger flow of each store. The investment is not small and it is of little significance.

　　 Besides, nowadays, Beijiang's purchasing power is almost the same. Except that students are willing to spend money, ordinary working-class people can still save money.

　　 As for the expansion of middle schools in various townships, there is no need.

　　 Chuan Chuan Xiang's current main goal is branding, not scale. Moreover, it is necessary to leave some living space for those imitating, copycats, and Mala Tang stores, so that Mala Tang, a snack suitable for all ages, can be accepted by more people.

　　 Maybe one day, one person and one car on the streets and alleys, walking on the flowing water, will be a mobile Mala Tang stall.

　　 "Then what are you going to toss about next, and where?" Wu Binghua asked again.

　　 Xiaojiang’s tender voice came from the door: "Dad~, brother~, we have dinner!"

　　 Wu Tao patted his **** and got up, "Tossing must be tossing. I haven't figured out how to toss specifically."

　　 The family gathered together ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Seeing Wu Tao came back, the old man brought up the matter of his cousin's visit to the hometown during the Chinese New Year.

"He represents the uncle and his family. The day for visiting relatives in the hometown has been set. I will return to Beijiang on the 20th of the twelfth lunar month. I have not counted many days. Binghua, you take the construction team and find time to clean up the house, at least like It looks like you can't let your cousin underestimate us."

　　 Wu Binghua promised, "Okay, as soon as the project in hand is finished, I will bring someone back to get it. There is not much work for home furnishing. Dad, don't worry."

　　 Wu Tao pointed out, "Grandpa, there are less than 100 days left. Uncle and they are coming back on the twelfth lunar month, they are planning to have a full year!"

　　According to the old calendar, starting from the twenty-first of the twelfth lunar month, every household must start busy preparing, until the end of the Spring Festival, this is a complete year. As for the seven-day holiday, for the New Year, the symbolic meaning is greater than the actual meaning.

　　 The old man glared with white eyebrows, like a hero with white eyebrows: "You are too fast, I am too slow. Old man, how many days do I have to live, count one day and one day short!"

　　 Yo, the old man's temper is just what he said.

Wu Tao quickly picked up a lion head and put it in his grandfather's bowl, and persuaded in a good manner: "Grandpa, what are you talking about? Our family's life is getting better and better, and you are sure to live a hundred years! I’ve got more contacts, so let the cousins ​​come back and see them often. The big deal is that I will reimburse them for the round-trip air fare."

　　 The old man's temper is similar to that of the child, and after Wu Tao's soothing, he immediately opened his eyes and smiled.

　　 After dinner, Wu Tao helped the old man again and made two laps in the village, making the old man a lot of fun. After returning, he insisted on writing a letter under the lamp.

　　 There is an old man in the family, and there is a treasure.

　　 Only the old man is here, this home is more flavorful.