Chapter 102

I can't help sighing when I lose my will.

For Yang Zili, Lu Wei's training turned into frost beaten eggplant and lost his usual vitality.

Lying on Wu Tao's desk all day, he shouted for lessons.

What he wants is not how to improve his grades, but how to play and keep his grades from falling.

The reason why this is a nerve is that it is not the nerve of neuropathy, but the magical Sutra and immortal Sutra.

But after all, Wu Tao is just a physical fetus. To tell the truth, he is not sure that he can firmly occupy the Diaoyutai and hold the first position in each exam.

After all, the school is surrounded by strong enemies. Han Xin, Zhou Chuanwen, Ren Jie and others are all learning talents of roaring Baba, and they all have their own set of magic weapons to win.

After that, Feng Shui took turns. It's hard not to go to someone else's house. Wu Tao is really not sure that he can take the lead again and again.

Because he has more things to do, and these students are all more focused, focused and single-minded than him.

As for this mid-term exam, it bears the dual significance of the new student reshuffle and the prestige of the school.

Wu Tao had to pay attention, and then paid no less than the efforts of others.

Others thought it was easy for him to take the first place. It was just a mountain of problem sets he had never completed in private.

At the weekend, Wu Tao came home with his grades. Wu Tao's waist was very straight.

Zhang Huilan had to arrange a table of dishes to reward her son, although her son ate no worse in the city than at home.

My mother is responsible for caring, but my father is only concerned about smoking, squinting proud and proud, and beating his dick with the boss's results.

Xiaojiang looks a little round again. He hasn't seen a rise for a while. He was caught up by his one-year-old black egg.

Wu Tao walked into the kitchen, watching my mother cook and said, "Mom, Xiaojiang should pay attention to the food. He is too fat, which affects his growth. It only develops horizontally, but it doesn't develop vertically... "

Although this theory is not necessarily right, he is idle anyway. He talks casually with his mother. Wu Tao doesn't expect his mother who has always favored Xiaojiang to listen to himself.

Unexpectedly, before he finished, Zhang Huilan agreed: "listen to you, it's time to pay attention. In the future, if you grow up to be a fat man and lose the face of the old Wu family, it will be difficult to find a daughter-in-law. "

Seeing that her son had nothing to say, Zhang Huilan picked up a basket of apples in hand and said, "it's big and sweet from your second aunt. If you have nothing to do, take it outside. It's smoky and burning in this room. It's not comfortable."

So Wu Tao chewed the big, round apples and strolled into the vineyard.

It was late autumn. The vineyard was already bare and there was nothing to see.

Only bare grape vines are left, crawling all over the shelves and dancing in the shadow. As for the fine branches, they have been cut off, waiting for new branches to be drawn in the coming year.

However, in the ridges under the grape trellis, the strawberry seedlings transplanted earlier have survived. Although the leaves are not so green, they are also the only ornament in the autumn.

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

After eating more than half of the apple, Wu Tao found that it was really sweet.

Of course, this is a good product selected by second Aunt Zhang Xuemei. It also shows that the apples in neighboring provinces are better than the grapes they produce.

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

Entertain these uncle like guests, take them directly to Uncle Dai's fish pond, sit for most of the day, and let them enjoy themselves in coir raincoat fishing.

Turn to the west of the garden and next to Aunt Hua's house, just in time for Wu Binghua to stroll back from behind the house.

Father and son went to the pavilion, one sitting and the other squatting.

It's getting dark early. It's not time for dinner. Night has fallen.

Wu Binghua's cigarette butts lit up and went out in the dark night.

"There are 7 branches of chuanchuanxiang, many of them. Do you intend to continue to open them in the future?"

Wu Tao shook his head. Among the seven, five are direct stores and the other two are franchise stores. In terms of geographical distribution, it can almost cover the whole Beijiang urban area.

If we expand blindly, it will be internal friction. We can only divert the passenger flow of each store. The investment is not small and of little significance.

Moreover, nowadays, Beijiang's purchasing power is almost the same. In addition to students willing to spend money, the ordinary working class can still save.

As for the expansion of township middle schools, it is not necessary.

At present, the main goal of Chuanchuan incense is branding, not large-scale. Moreover, we have to leave some living space for those imitation, Shanzhai and Malatang stores, so that Malatang, a snack suitable for all ages, can be accepted by more people.

Maybe one day, a person and a car walking in the streets and lanes will be a mobile spicy hot stall.

"What are you going to do next and where are you going?" Wu Binghua asked again.

Xiaojiang's tender voice came from the door: "Dad, brother, dinner!"

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

The family gathered together and saw that Wu Tao was back. The old man mentioned uncle Biao's return to his hometown for the new year.

"The day for his uncle and his family to return home to visit their relatives has been set. They return to Beijiang on the 20th of the twelfth lunar month. I haven't counted many days. Binghua, you take the construction team and find time to clean up the house. At least look like it, but you can't let your cousin look down on us. "

Wu Binghua promised, "OK, as soon as the project in hand is finished, I'll bring someone back to get it. Home decoration, not much work. Dad, don't worry. "

Wu Tao pinched his fingers and said, "Grandpa, there are less than 100 days left. Uncle Biao, they come back on the 20th of the twelfth lunar month. They plan to have a whole year! "

According to the old calendar, from the 21st day of the twelfth lunar month, families have to start busy preparation until the end of the Shangyuan Festival, which is a complete year. As for seven days' long holiday, for the new year, the symbolic meaning is greater than the actual meaning.

The old man's two white eyebrows stared, like the white eyebrow great Xia: "you're too fast, I'm too slow. Old man, how many days can I live? Count one day less! "

Oh, the old man's temper comes at once.

Wu Tao quickly put a lion's head in his grandfather's bowl and said kindly, "Grandpa, what are you talking about? Our life is getting better and better. You are sure to live a long life! In the future, there will be more contacts between the two sides of the Strait. Let uncle Biao often come back and have a look. It's a big deal. I'll reimburse them for round-trip air tickets. "

The old man's temper was similar to that of a child. After Wu Tao coaxed him, he immediately smiled.

After dinner, Wu Tao helped the old man again and walked around the village twice, which made the old man happy a lot. After coming back, he insisted on writing a letter under the light.

There is an old family, when there is a treasure.

Only when the old man is here, the home will be more delicious.