Looking at the extremely outstanding grandson in front of him, Mr. Lu felt sorry. He was obviously a very good child, but he was harmed by his unfilial descendants and could not even touch the girl now.

His children were not good at it. There was only one grandchild among them, Lu Jingyun was quite a bit of a normal person. Compared with other aristocratic families, Lu Jingyun was already pretty good. However, when he was a child, he had a little understanding of this child because Lu Jingyun was a little worse than him.

Lu Jingyun can even maintain his achievements by developing the Lu family's industry, but it will be a bit difficult to continue to grow to a nationally renowned level.

Fortunately, the old man didn't ask for so much. Anyway, he stepped into the coffin with one foot. He didn't want to care about the future of his descendants.

To say something disgusting, even if the Lu family doesn't care about him in the future, his grandson will support him.

On the afternoon of the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, the Song family packed their things and drove back to Xiahe Village.

In Xiahe Village, except for the family of Xinghua, the other villagers have nothing to do with her. In the future, when Xiahe Village moves to the city, the house in the countryside can only be still here. As for what will happen in the future, it will not have much impact.

Even if the house here is demolished in the future, the owner of the household is Song Linyuan. He probably wouldn't look down on the demolition payment at that time. After the villa is completed, she will rarely live in the county courtyard. At that time, the courtyard will be transferred to his name. Whether to demolish it in the future depends on the government's policies.

"Auntie, do you take the bacon?" During the Chinese New Year, Song Xingchen did not let the little guy avoid eating. The bacon and bacon at home were always kept in hand, and most of the kids got into the belly.

Although she ate too much, Song Xingchen didn't care much. Nowadays, most children are more or less lacking in oil and water. It doesn't matter if they eat more. And no matter how delicious the food is, they will eat enough sooner or later.

"We will stay in the village for one night. At noon tomorrow, your grandmother Xinghua's house will be served on a flowing mat and you can also eat bacon."

"...Okay." I don't seem to miss you if I don't eat a meal, so I'll talk about it when I come back.

In the kitchen, Liu Huixiang took out the roasted chicken that had been roasted in the morning and put it in the trunk of the car one by one.

These roasted chickens were marinated last night. They got up early in the morning and roasted twenty-two of them. Then they took them back to the village and delivered them to the Zhao family. A roasted chicken is a dish.

The other things were not prepared, and the Zhao family had already prepared them. At that time, they only needed to bring a gift to the place.

Nowadays, when you go to someone else's house for wedding banquets, you mostly bring three or two yuan. Each household also needs to prepare red-skinned eggs for the newlyweds, and the egg shell must be pasted with a small word "囍". These small words are basically cut by women in the village.

The number of red eggs is basically six or eight. Those with close relationships can prepare twelve or sixteen.

Song Xingchen was not prepared for these things. She just thought about giving more red envelopes tomorrow, and of course the quantity would not be too large, and sixty-six yuan was just right.

The red envelopes were prepared by Mo Wuqian, and they were all brand new banknotes.

Along the way, I returned to Xiahe Village staggeringly. Although the wedding was tomorrow, I could feel some festive atmosphere now.

The village monument at the entrance of the village and the big tree leading to the Zhao family have been pasted with the red double-happiness words. Even if it gives her a very simple feeling, she can still see the festive atmosphere.

The car drove straight to the Zhao family. Before we got close, we saw many people coming in and out of the Zhao family from afar. We either carried tables, chairs, benches, or pots and pans.

Seeing the black car approaching, someone had already greeted Aunt Xinghua.

After stopping in front of the Zhao family, Zhao Jianjun took the lead and walked out first. He was probably going to be the groom tomorrow. His energy and spirit were so excited at this time.

"Xiaohua, are you back? Come in the house."

"The roasted chicken brought in the trunk will be just a plate tomorrow, and the elder brother will take it into the house together." Song Xingchen and he walked around the back of the car, the trunk opened, and a strong smell of meat came towards him.

Many villagers standing next to them were salivated by the smell. When they smelled the smell, they knew how much roasted chicken was eaten.

Zhao Jianjun was amused when he saw it, "How much are you preparing for? There will be sixteen tables at home tomorrow."

"22, keep the rest for yourself."

Several people carried all the things in the trunk to the kitchen and put the roasted chicken until tomorrow. It will definitely be cold in the cold weather in the first lunar month. It is likely to be reheated in the pot. Even if Liu Huixiang said that reheating is not as delicious as the ones that are available, there is nothing we can do about it.

Besides, rural people care about whether it is delicious or not. They are happy enough to taste the meat.

"Don't open the stove at your house, just stay here for dinner." Zhao Jianjun put the things in his house and led them to the master bedroom. Aunt Xinghua and several women in the village were cleaning up the dishes they would use tomorrow.

Getting married at this time is actually very expensive, nothing else, there are too few vegetables.

The dishes you can eat in winter include spinach, cabbage, radish and potatoes, and they are stored in your own cellar and in the vegetable cellar, so other dishes are almost invisible.

Therefore, the meat dishes on the table have to be taken care of half.

"Xiaohua is here, her home is messy and there is no place to put her feet. You can find a stool to sit on it."

This year, the Zhao family was in a very urgent life. For Zhao Jianjun's marriage, they were not idle before the New Year.

They didn't stay at Zhao's house for long, and only said that when they set off tomorrow, they asked someone to go to their house to say something.

The dinner was delivered by the two brothers of the Zhao family. After all, they came back just to get Zhao Jianjun’s marriage, so they can’t be neglected.

The next morning, someone from the Zhao family came to say that he could get married.

The wedding banquet here is at noon and a small meal will be held at the man's house in the evening, mainly for the parents of a couple.

"Xiaohua, let's go to have dinner later, I'll leave first." He sat in the passenger seat and waved to Song Xingchen's aunt and nephew.

Mo Wuqian started the car and drove slowly away from the village.

The bride works in the town, but her mother's home is in the village. However, Xiahe Village is in the east of the town, while the bride's home is in the west of the town.

This time, and it takes two or three hours to work hard at the bride's house for a while.

I told the bride that it was a bicycle, perhaps to give the bride a surprise, but later I didn't tell the bride that it had been changed to a car.

"Xiao Song, aren't we having dinner at home?" Liu Huixiang said.

"No, I have to go back in the afternoon anyway. We have breakfast at Zhao's house and have lunch." Song Xingchen changed into a new set of clothes for his nephew and led the people to the Zhao family.

As soon as he entered the door, Aunt Xinghua greeted them, "Go on the kang to warm up and eat dumplings."

The dumplings were made before dawn, and there were several wives sitting on the ground in the kang. These people were all staying here to cook and serve bowls and plates today.

The filling was made of cabbage and pork. She tasted it pretty good, but Liu Huixiang put down the chopsticks after eating seven or eight of them. It seems that it is not very suitable for her taste.

After breakfast, several wives came to the door of their house and set up three large pots in the open space. They all had bowls and plates next to them, and they only opened fire when the time was lit.
Chapter completed!