The garment factory Leng Qingzhu also gave a holiday, temporarily scheduled to work on the fifth day of the first month, if the business of Bicheng can be negotiated, the garment factory must be busy.

In fact, the workers don't want to take a holiday, for them, an extra day off will make one less day, and visiting relatives is not so important than earning money.

Leng Qingzhu forcibly drove the person home.

You can't really take a day off without a day.

Qiao Shuilan rushed out of the stall and was busy until the twenty-ninth day.

In the evening, a few people came back and settled the accounts, Leng Qingzhu took out the money from selling tables, chairs and furniture, and asked Leng Xiangxi to send it to Daddy Qiao.

Qiao Shuilan asked her to keep a copy, but Leng Qingzhu refused, this was earned by others, and she didn't plan to share the money.

Leng Xiangdong drove a jeep and pulled Leng Xiangxi to Qiao's house, Leng Qingzhu turned around and got into the house again, and went to play with the battery with Fu Yingshao.

Boss Fu's hands-on ability is a little weaker, but he has a wealth of physical knowledge, and the two of them groped to finally get the battery right, and the rest is how to transform the electric start.

For Leng Qingzhu, this is familiar with the road, and the materials are ready, and it is inconvenient at night, so I just wait for the next day to get it during the day.

There is always a large group of people watching TV in the main room.

Adults and children talked about the content of the TV series, and the old man sighed which of the characters in it had a hard life and which one had a good life.

The battery was put aside by Fu Yingshao, and the two returned to the east room, Leng Qingzhu took out scissors and red paper and sat on the kang.

Window flowers, hanging money, she wants to take advantage of the time to get it out quickly.

I'll be busy tomorrow.

How many years has the family tree of the Leng family been, it has long been old and yellow, and it is planned to be replaced with a new one this year, and the names of the ancestors of the past dynasties have not yet been written on it, which has become Fu Yingshao's work.

The hand-copied rules and regulations let the Leng family know that Fu Yingshao wrote well.

The table was placed on the edge of the kang, Fu Yingshao was holding a brush, and in front of him was a new family tree paper.

He wanted to copy the names of the ancestors of the Leng family on it.

This is a very sacred thing, Leng Hongyi watched his uncle write with his breath on the side, for fear that he would write a wrong word.

is obviously a person who is not superstitious, but when Fu Yingshao wrote those names, he was in awe in his heart, and there were words in his mouth.

Leng Hongyi listened carefully, and realized that this person was begging the ancestor of the Leng family to bless him and Leng Qingzhu for a long time, and they grew old together, and they almost didn't laugh out loud.

Fu Yingshao's words almost completely exposed his heart, and his pen was fierce and strong.

Leng Hongyi looked at the handwriting, and then realized that this person's temper is not good.

But in front of Qingzhu, how can he be so self-contained?

He couldn't figure out what to do with putting away the written family tree and putting the old family tree away, he had already asked.

He was still thinking about the TV series being played in the next room, and hurriedly told Leng Qingzhu to cut a few more money and run away.

The door closed, and Fu Yingshao sat on the kang.

looked at the cold bamboo on the other side of the kang table.

Under the light, Leng Qingzhu's face was calm, holding scissors in one hand and red paper in the other, beautiful like a painting.

Fu Yingshao couldn't help but look fascinated.

The hands seemed to be magical, and soon, a beautiful window grille was cut.

After shaking it off, the scraps of paper fell on the table, Fu Yingshao looked at Leng Qingzhu through the gap in the window, quietly stretched out his hand, held Leng Qingzhu's fingers, and bit it.

"I just want to taste what it's like!"

Leng Qingzhu made a blank face, and before he could speak, the door was suddenly opened.