Song Tan Jishi

It wasn't until the two staff members drove away that Song Tan shook his head:

"Why don't the elders have any family status?"

I had to call my wife to apply for something to spend money on, and I spent half an hour slobbering, and the 2 people couldn't make up 5 figures together——

This wave of marketing was not very successful.

If it weren't for the powerful secretary, today's meal would have been bleak.

Zhang Yanping also came out of the house, imagining the future now: "A married man is so humble... If I get married, I will take care of all the money in the family!"

Xin Jun happened to come out to pour water. As the only single dog in the room who had been in a relationship, he was very calm:

"What about your girlfriend?"

Zhang Yanping: ...Okay, he doesn't have a girlfriend yet.

Turning around, Xin Jun said again: "Actually, there is no need to be in a hurry, take the food home, as long as the family has eaten it, and those with spare money on hand will definitely not miss it."

"If you really have no money, there is no other way. Doing business often depends on fate."

"Yes." Song Tan was also interested: "I just think that there is still a nest of hot potatoes in the back mountain, and I am a little depressed."

Just as he was talking, he saw Qiao Qiao sneaking down from the back mountain again, holding a cotton swab in his hand, with a lump of crystal clear stuff on it.

Looking through the cotton swab, there is a faint orange-yellow.

"Qiao Qiao, you stole honey again!" Song Tan looked at him.

Qiao Qiao quickly put her hands behind her back: "I didn't, it was just rubbing against it accidentally."

Boy, the kid can tell a lie now!

Song Tan raised his eyebrows: "Did you open the beehive, then accidentally put a cotton swab in, and then accidentally rubbed it?"

Qiao Qiao nodded heavily: "Yeah!"

Song Tan: ...

She waved her hand: "You can feed the things in your own house. What are you doing sneaking around? A man should be more bold."

Qiao Qiao didn't quite understand, and stood there in a daze. Until Xin Jun looked at him with a smile:

"What your sister means is, how do you want to feed the mice? If you have any ideas, you should speak up. Don't be sneaky-won't you go and feed your mice?"

"It's a field mouse!" Qiaoqiao emphasized, after thinking for a while, he went into the house with a cotton swab in his hands.

When the little field mouse was first brought back, it was covered in pink, with only a layer of light fluff, and its eyes were not opened, so there was too little to eat.

In addition to secretly feeding the expired milk powder at home, Qiaoqiao also occasionally cooks for it.

For example, this lump of honey is for the little vole.

He took the cotton swab, and then went back to his room, looking at the rush cage that grandpa wove—green and delicate stems and leaves, weaving a beautiful and delicate box.

Open the door, and you can see several layers of toilet paper inside, giving the little field mouse a soft home.

Its eyes were already opened, black and bright, and when it heard movement, it eagerly let out a "squeak" sound. The body with growing fluff was also anxiously crawling, and then familiarly moved along Qiaoqiao's wrist to the finger side, and finally hugged the cotton swab tightly in the air.

The small mouth sucked on the cotton swab head, squeaking, very dissatisfied.

Qiao Qiao just stared at him, and couldn't help laughing now.

He loosened the swab and put the mouse back into the box:

"Then, Ota, eat by yourself, I'm going to see Ultraman."

That's right.

Qiao Qiao named this field mouse Da Tian, ​​which is the same as Da Wang Da Bai Da Xiong Da Bao.

...

Here, the old Song’s family returned to their previous life, while at the old house, the person in charge circled the cherry tree covered by a green fence, turning left and right, deep in thought.

The excavator guy is not as enthusiastic and tireless as he used to work recently because he doesn’t have enough food.

Seeing the foreman's expression now, he immediately asked again: "Have you discussed the food?"

What food to discuss!

The person in charge was annoyed: "Come and see, are these cherries missing?"

The excavator guy glanced at it—the green branches and leaves were mixed with orange-red and yellow cherries, clusters of clusters, one toot, one toot toot, as if cute little lanterns were hidden among them.

Where is this missing? It is clearly lush as hell.

But the person in charge doesn't think so.

"Look, under this leaf, there was a cherry that was almost ripe yesterday. It was so bright orange that you could see through the flesh."

"Let's see again today—isn't it? There's only a hollow stalk left here, and the cherry is gone!"

The excavator boy looked at him in shock: "Brother, why do you have such good eyesight? The cherry may have fallen to the ground."

"impossible!"

The person in charge looked at the cherry tree deeply: "I looked at it in the morning, and there is no trace on the ground!"

"It's also possible that the ants carried it away..."

The person in charge fell silent.

But his sixth sense still felt that this was not the case. The cherries grew so well, how could they fall to the ground when they were just ripe?

Just one night's work.

He didn't have the nerve to say that he had spotted it a long time ago, and was just waiting for the morning to pick it up secretly.

But it was gone in the morning.

After observing for a long time now, I haven't found any clues, not to mention how depressed I am.

The excavator guy didn't take it seriously. After all, he had never eaten cherries before, so he didn't know what it was like for the person in charge to keep the fruit pit in his mouth until midnight.

Now he said casually: "Brother, wait a little longer, anyway, the cherries need to be ripe, that is, it will only take a day or two, so it's nothing to lose one or two."

The truth is this, but the person in charge is still heartbroken!

Although he could buy a few catties of cherries if he got Song Sancheng, but how many catties could he sell for such a tree with so many old Song family members?

Now thinking about the right time and place, I will eat one or two before the person arrives...

Seeing that it was about to get it, it suddenly disappeared!

What about this emotion?

Just like an old farmer who guards the fields every day, suddenly finds that his wheat has been cut!

He turned back depressed, not long after, he took another thing from the room, and secretly put it on another shelf.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, the progress of the construction site is still within the plan, and it seems that dinner will be served again in the evening. The guy from the excavator was barely able to eat with his rice bowl, and the person in charge got angry when he saw him——

You say this, a young man who doesn't think about making money every day, only thinking about eating, is worthless!

He turned his head and secretly tapped on the phone again, turning on the monitor.

That's right.

The one he secretly installed on the side pole was a monitor, which was originally used to illuminate the construction site, but there were two other monitors, so he temporarily adjusted them.

Watched the replay - well, there's nothing wrong with it.

I stared at the camera again, and there was no problem.

Just thinking about it, I saw the shadow of the tree moving in the picture!

His heart skipped a beat, and he decisively zoomed in on the video!

Good night.

My memory is like this - it's time to type, what did I write yesterday? Read it again——Okay, finish writing and publish it, let’s write the next chapter——Hey, what did I just write?