v3 Chapter 501： Pork panic

At 10 am on January 19, Jiang Feng dragged his suitcase and set foot on the train home.

Only mother Wu and Wu Minqi were seen off, and mother Wu was still driving. Wu Hanxue maintained his high-cold father and workaholic staff, and chose to go to work in Wujia Restaurant instead of sending future son-in-law to the train station.

Although Wu Hanxue didn't go off, he handed Jiang Feng two pickles before going out. The chunky ones are made by Mr. Wu himself, and the tall and thin ones are made by Wu Hanxue. The kimchi produced by the former chef and the current chef of Wujia Restaurant is definitely the highest courtesy.

It is also an affirmation of Jiang Feng.

The high-speed rail accompanied by kimchi is destined not to be too silent ...

Alas, any accompanying high-speed rail is lonely, let alone kimchi, even the high-speed rail accompanied by roast duck, roast pig, roast camel, as long as there is no network, it is lonely.

Leaning against the back of the chair, Jiang Feng was bored and brushed aimlessly, brushing the mobile phone that could not be printed except for the news. He was thinking about whether he should find a personal harassment and let the sand sculpture netizen accompany him to spend the long ten hours. Wang Hao, the number one representative, came to him.

Wang Hao: Brother Feng, you absolutely can't think of such a wonderful thesis topic!

Jiang Feng asked a question mark slightly doubtfully.

Wang Hao: Brother Feng, don't be so indifferent. The title of my dissertation is definitely a breakthrough in our graduation thesis in the history of the School of Physics. .

Wang Hao: This is a small step for me, indeed a big step for our college of physics!

Jiang Feng: ...

This child is stupid enough to have a dissertation.

Jiang Feng: What topics have you set?

Wang Hao: History of Photonic Crystals!

Jiang Feng: ...

Jiang Feng couldn't speak for a long time while holding her mobile phone. At this moment, he thought a lot, and even thought that the photonic crystal was only proposed independently in 1987. If Wang Hao really wanted to write photonic crystals, this is definitely modern history, and reform and opening up would be earlier than this.

Of course, Jiang Feng thinks most about how he will die after he submits his opening report when the school starts.

Was it hacked or killed by the angry mentor?

Wang Hao, who is already in a happy and fat house on his mobile phone, still does n’t know that Jiang Feng is still looking forward to his death. He thought he had come up with a wonderful graduation thesis topic when he was in the fat house, and he was extremely excited to send a message to Jiang Feng. .

Wang Hao: Brother Feng, do you think my topic is particularly hanged!

Wang Hao: I've thought about it. Not only can I write the history of photonic crystals, but also the history of optics, the history of lasers, the history of quantum mechanics, the history of quantum optics, and the history of electromagnetics. Let's write a series history!

Jiang Feng silently withdrew from the chat interface with Wang Hao and decided to let the former roommate calm himself down first.

When his excitement period has passed and IQ returns to the average, he will think about his own way of death.

Wang Hao used facts to prove that sand sculpture netizens could not help Jiang Feng resolve the boredom caused by long-distance high-speed rail. After thinking about it, Jiang Feng felt that in this day of the Chinese New Year, the only family that can help himself to resolve loneliness is to decide to go to the family group and announce the good news that he is coming back.

Strange to say, the family of the Jiang family has always been the most lively in the past, because in previous years, only before and after everyone could satiate Futton has eaten dishes made by the father.

During the New Year each year in the past few years, especially when there were still people who were unable to rush back in advance due to various reasons, as long as they came to the hotel's Jiang family group, they would be lively and extraordinary, and every message would make people look at it. Can't see it.

Send pictures before meals, and express your feelings after meals. There is a rainbow fart for the old man in the middle, and people who have not returned will be seen when necessary. They are happy, saliva and tears fly, and fullness and fat coexist.

But this year, it's the thrilling New Year's Eve, and the family group is as quiet as a chicken. The calm water is still quieter than the squads blocked by Jiang Feng. In these days when Jiang Feng was in Modu and Shudi, no one in the Jiang family had sent a message.

Incredible!

A few days ago, Jiang Feng was either on the road or with her girlfriend every day, either she was throwing dog food or she was eating dog food. So she didn't find this problem. Now, when she is free, Jiang Feng only finds something wrong.

It's not normal, it's very wrong.

Based on the personalities of Brother Ge and Brother Nu, even if they were kind, they would at best not send him pictures, but they would definitely send pictures.

The group was so calm and dead, there was absolutely something wrong.

Jiang Feng originally wanted to send a sentence "I'm back" in the big group. After thinking about it, it wasn't appropriate, and he fought with their cousins.

Being a good chef is getting up early: I'm back!

Being a good chef is getting up early: I can go to Grandpa's house tomorrow morning!

Five minutes passed and Jiang Feng was ignored.

Jiang Feng didn't believe that no one was playing mobile phones in these five minutes.

After thinking about it, Jiang Feng used a killer.

When the chef is fine, I get up early: When I came back, Uncle Wu and Grandpa Wu gave me two cans of kimchi, and I'll take them back tomorrow. Do you have anything else to take home with me except kimchi?

Although there are delicious foods cooked by the father and three snacks and spicy bars in the canteen, there are always some snacks that cannot be bought in the village or town.

When the junior Jiang family who loves snacks returns home, half of the boxes are always snacks.

After two minutes, someone finally returned the message.

Learning design is good because it has less hair: younger brother, take the lead back to the pig.

Jiang Feng :? ? ?

Take the lead back? ? ?

What's the latest popular Chinese New Year greeting? It ’s so **** to take home New Year's goods this year, and bring pigs directly without other?

Being a good cook is getting up early: pig? ? ? ?

It ’s good in the emergency department to pay less: Yes, you do n’t have to bring anything else. Now grandpa will use pigs if you do n’t use anything else. If you have a way, you can get back pigs that are about the same size as two flowers.

Jiang Feng was confused by the responses from Jiang Zaide and Jiang Shouyu. I felt that this kind of plot beyond ordinary people's understanding was no longer explained in WeChat, and he called Jiang Zaide directly by phone.

Answer in seconds.

"German, you and Grandma just said what happened to Grandpa's need for a pig?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Boss, do you have any other pigs here? Do you know that there are other pigs here that haven't been killed? Oh, sorry, bother." Jiang Zaide was obviously outdoors, and the voice on the other side of the phone was very loud. Noisy, not even time to answer Jiang Feng's question.

"De Ge, are you on the farm?"

"Don't mention it." Jiang Zaide's voice was full of exhaustion. "We're not at home right now, brother, don't even go home. No one at home, we're all out looking for pigs."

"Looking for a pig?" Jiang Feng stumbled completely. He couldn't understand what Jiang Zaide was talking about.

"Why are you looking for pigs? It's almost New Year's Eve. The pigs in the villages should all be slaughtered. Why are you looking for pigs now?" Jiang Feng still knows the pig-killing market years ago.

"Brother, have you forgotten that our family has gone to Peiping this year and Grandpa didn't raise pigs?" Jiang Zaide said, "Grandpa in his thirties is going to kill pig dishes. This year, we came back late this year. There is no meat left. Everyone did n’t think of it before coming back. When I think of it, my grandfather ’s house only has more than 20 kg of pork left. You do n’t know how tight the Chinese New Year ’s pork is. Now, the good pigs have been separated long ago, and my dad ran to the county next door to investigate the situation. "

"Brother, if we can't buy the right pork before 29, our New Year's Eve dinner will be gone!"

"The Chinese New Year's dinner is all right. If we can't buy pork, we won't eat any meat this New Year!"

Jiang Feng swallowed nervously: "How much?"

"Save something to eat ~ www.novelhall.com ~ It's a little bit less to say." Jiang Zai German was dignified.

At this critical moment, it is definitely a challenge to buy half-head, two-flower and three-flower pigs of the same quality.

The price of the failure of the challenge was a big discount on Chinese New Year's Eve. The pork on the Jiang family's table was in a hurry during the Chinese New Year.

Time is tight and tasks are heavy.

No wonder there was no one talking in the group during this time. Not only is there no food at the moment, but there may be no food in the future.

"Brother, think of a way. Our family is the most promising place to buy pigs. Uncle San and Misao have contacted the slaughterhouse next door."

Jiang Feng felt the burden on his shoulders, with a solemn look: "I know German brother, I will try to contact."

"Okay, I'm going to the next village."

call ended.