After The Vicious Cannon Fodder Was Reborn - Chapter 106

Chapter One Hundred and Six

In fact, Mr. Song didn’t sleep long before he was woken up by Tao Mu cautiously.

“Master, we have to go to the grave.”

According to the Song family rules, the ancestor will be picked up on the 30th of the year, and the ancestor will be given off on the first day of the new year. To send the ancestors to pinch the auspicious time, before sending the ancestors, you have to make thirty-six ways to pay homage to the ancestors in Songjia Village. In order to prove that the inheritance of the Song family is endless, so that the ancestors can go back without worry.

It naturally takes time to make 36 dishes. Although before this, the basic preparations have been done. But it takes at least one or two hours to go to the stove. If it was set aside before, when there were so many children in the Song family, one or two dishes per person might be quicker. But now there are only the old man and Tao Mu, and the old man still has to cook 28 dishes. This is a big project.

When Song Daozhen was awakened, she had the illusion that she was a world away. I was stunned for a long time before I came back to my senses.

Tao Mu turned on the air conditioner, put the quilted jacket on the radiator on the old man, and pulled out the cotton trousers under the bed. When putting on the old man shoes, he frowned and said, “Why is this room so cold? Or else? Let’s invite someone to heat the floor, right?”

“Such an old house, don’t waste that time.” Song Daozhen waved his hand. The ancestral home of the Song family was handed down from the Qing Dynasty. Externally speaking, it is an antique, and I look at the special cards. But who knows who lives. It is cool in winter and warm in summer, and the lighting is not good. In the past few years, water, electricity and heating were easily accessible, but the government has been aging in these years, and there are always problems.

Last year Tao Mu made money in H Town, and when he came back, he overhauled the pipelines between the orphanage and the Song family mansion. Especially for the east and west wing rooms of the Song family, they also went to the Liuli Factory to invite the engineering team to repair the cultural relics and historic sites to repair it again. From the windows and walls to the various furnishings inside the house. At that time, the yard was messed up and built. I can’t bother Mr. Song.

It was so easy to survive, and he didn’t suffer twice.

“Then you don’t like to blow air-conditioning.” Tao Mu squatted on the ground and put on shoes for the old man: “Electric heating winds are open flames, which is too unsafe. And after a long time, I feel dry and easy to get angry. Think of a way to make the room warmer.”

“I’m sick of blowing the air conditioner.” Old Man Song waved his hand. He is too old to enjoy the blessing of the air conditioner: “Besides, it’s very warm in this room. I have been here for so many years and I am used to it. It is all you young and young, looking at the firepower, not cold resistant at all.”

As Mr. Song said, his gaze fell on Tao Mu’s long, slender and straight legs. A thin pair of jeans wrapped Tao Mu’s legs, which was shockingly thin. Father Song frowned and realized that things were not that simple: “Are you not wearing cotton trousers?”

“I’ll take the car when I go out. There is heating in the house.” Tao Mu blinked and pointed to the pot of warm water on the basin rack and said: “I’ll make you wash your face. I’m out—”

“You don’t wear cotton trousers in the big winter, you don’t wear cotton trousers, the outside is minus fifteen or six degrees…Why don’t you freeze to death?”

Tao Mu hurriedly hurried and didn’t avoid the curse. The loud cursing of the old man standing on the threshold directly awakened the other people in the courtyard. Everyone smiled and was wrapped in a down jacket and a large cotton coat, standing on the veranda watching the show.

Until the old man finished washing and entered the kitchen, Tao Mu still squatted in front of the stove, silently guarding his dignity as an idol-resolutely refused to wear cotton trousers.

“Outside minus fifteen degrees, the northwest wind is blowing. If you don’t wear cotton trousers today, we won’t give away your ancestors.” Father Song angrily stood on the other side of the stove: “I guess Mr. Song My ancestors also didn’t want to see the Song family’s closed children froze to death for stinking beauty.”

“Just go out and take the car, there is heating in the house…” Tao Mu still said, “Besides, I don’t feel cold anymore.”

And how can celebrities wear cotton trousers to keep warm. Is there any dignity of idolism? Especially when walking on the red carpet and watching a show, can you put on a layer of cotton trousers because of the cold shivering? Other female celebrities still bare their thighs and bare shoulders. Their men are much better, okay?

“And I have a warm baby inside.” Tao Mu said wittily, “It’s really not cold.”

“Do you know that Laosan Liu at the entrance of the hutong drank too much on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, and lay dazedly by the street lamp and slept that drunkard?” Master Song gave an example to tell Tao Mu that he should not wear cotton trousers in the north. Consequences: “When people were found in the street the next morning, they were all frozen to death. They were all purple and blue. It was hard and not good-looking at all.”

“In addition, Dean Yun came to Song Ji for dinner two days ago. He told me that some young girls are now dressing up like other people’s great dramas. They wear cotton-padded clothes on top and no cotton trousers and bare-legged skirts underneath. They walked outside for a day and they were so cold. I’m all urinating…”

Tao Mu just wanted to explain “I’m different from them”, and raised his head to see the determined little eyes of Old Man Song. Come on. Say nothing.

“I’m going to wear cotton trousers.” Tao Mu turned back into the room unhappy, and pulled out a pair of thin cotton trousers. Mr. Song followed and stared at people urgently: “Wear thick ones.”

Tao Mu was even more unhappy. He put on thick cotton trousers and jeans, and he felt very bloated. Mr. Song was satisfied this time: “That’s right. You have to wear thick clothes in winter, so that people look warmer.”

Desperately failing to preserve the dignity of his idols absolutely not wearing cotton trousers, Tao Musheng turned out the phone irresistibly. He has always been a person who has a hard time for himself and does not make others feel better. This one who celebrates the New Year originally wanted to show kindness, and turned a blind eye to some old and secretive actions. But now… the baby is not happy anymore, do you care about your bastard?

Tao Mu hummed twice and motioned to Feixun Entertainment to send two reporters to stay outside Song Jiazu’s grave. By the way, let Brother Dahui go over in advance to make some preparations. Although it is New Year’s Day, the entertainment industry has always celebrated the New Year when there is gossip, and it is finished when there is no gossip. Therefore, the gossip paparazzi of entertainment reporters are also the same as the national special types of work, there are shifts and no holidays. Of course, as a boss who is keen to go home for the New Year, Tao Mu can’t stop for those who can’t go home for the New Year, or the New Year is over. The employees of the Feixun Entertainment Department who need to always remember to devote their lives to the cause of gossip are also very good. The New Year’s overtime pay, which is ten times the daily salary, is delivered from the luxurious New Year’s Eve dinner booked by the five-star hotel, so that the reporters from the Entertainment Department of Fetion are about to fight for the New Year’s shift qualifications——

As long as your family is around, you can celebrate the New Year every day. But ten times the overtime pay is only available for a few days!

Unknown to his grandson, he wanted to find someone to give up his anger when he didn’t go along. Father Song stared at Tao Mu after changing the thick cotton pants, and then slid Tao Mu back to the kitchen, preparing the ancestors’ dishes with peace of mind.

When the dishes are ready, one old and one small look solemnly placed thirty-six dishes of Song family dishes one by one in front of the ancestor’s spiritual position, and bowed and worshipped three times, respectfully asking the ancestors to taste them. After that is the itinerary to send the ancestor back to the ancestral grave.

Tao Mu noticed that after Mr. Song asked for the ancestor’s tablet, he also held the red sandalwood box containing the “Song Family Cookbook”. Can’t help but be suspicious.

Facing Tao Mu’s doubts, Mr. Song said nothing. He sat on the back seat with a gloomy expression, and the shadows of the buildings on both sides of the driveway flew past, and Mr. Song was almost immersed in the darkness.

By the time Liu Yaomengqi arrived at Song Jiazu’s grave with an old man and a young man, it was already more than six o’clock. A whitish belly appeared on the horizon.

Yao Shengan, who arrived at the tomb of the Song family’s ancestors on time at four o’clock, waited in the car for more than two hours before seeing the car that sent the ancestor by the Song family. Suddenly got off the car with a gloomy face: “Didn’t it mean four o’clock?”

Father Song held the ancestral tablet and glanced blankly at Yao Shengan, who looked very ugly: “Didn’t you say you want to kneel in front of my father’s grave for a day and night. I’m worried that your bones can’t stand it, so I’m going to let you Kneel for two more hours. In the end you didn’t kneel either.”

“Then what are you doing so early?” Song Daozhen looked at Yao Shengan with a puzzled look.

Yao Shengan was almost out of shape by his remarks by Song Daozhen. He almost forgot that Song Daozhen has been such a person who likes to beat him up when he was young.

At that time, the Song family hadn’t fallen. The old lady of the Song family accepted two apprentices in total, one is him and the other is Wang Yipin. Song Daozhen is the only son of the Song family’s grandfather and the only seedling of the Song family’s generation. Young, naturally favored. Therefore, Song Daozhen was also a Yan Wangye, and he couldn’t calm down because of his personality escape. He was full of bad water and crooked ideas. He often punished him to kneel in the ancestral hall for the Song family madness.

Later, after experiencing that special age, the Song family was all dead and scattered, and Song Daozhen was hit hard, and then he was devastated.

Thinking of these past events, Yao Shengan couldn’t help but sigh: “I didn’t expect you to think so. If you explain it to me, I will naturally kneel here willingly and ask my mentor for forgiveness.”

Song Daozhen sneered: “What I think is my business. It doesn’t matter how you do it. If you are interested, since you have reached the Song family grave, you should kneel and cry, and the ancestors of the Song family can’t jump out of the coffin. Come out to stop you. Do you need to ask for permission?”

Song Daozhen never gives face to others when he speaks and does things. How do you want to stay? How do you say: “You have to kneel down in front of others to make apologize, and let people watch you kowtow incense. Whether you really want to make apocalypse or behave, you know yourself.”

Song Daozhen said, staring coldly at the two reporters who got out of Yao’s car carrying the camera: “It’s my own passion. It seems that you don’t want to act in front of me.”

Song Daozhen invited the tablets of the ancestors of the Song family to the grave. In the presence of the ancestors and ancestors, he returned the sandalwood box that Yao Shengan had sent back: “When I compiled the “Song Family Cookbook”, I found that there were more than ten dishes in the back, which should not belong to the Song family. Now Finish Bi and return to Zhao.”

The old lady Song was still alive, and Song Daozhen hadn’t inherited Song Ji, so he was not qualified to read the ancestral recipes. Song Daozhen is based on time-it was the day when Yao Shengan took someone to copy the Song family and took away the ancestral recipes. From that day on, all the dishes recorded in the “Song Family Cookbook” were torn off by the old man Song. Return it to Yao Shengan along with the sandalwood box.

“The Song family motto is not part of my Song family. You must not ask for it, nor be greedy. If there are children from the family who are studying art outside, you must obtain the consent of the other party when recording the learned dishes in the “Song Family Cookbook” Either exchange the recipe, or buy it with silver. If necessary, you can give it to the other party for the end of life. If in the future, the descendants of the recipe family lose their ancestral secret and ask the Song family to ask for it, the Song family must not shy away from it. Don’t cherish it. Remember the past. The grace of passing art…”

Song Daozhen stood in front of the tomb of the Song family’s ancestors and read a section of the Song family motto. Then he looked at Yao Shengan blankly: “Mr. Yao had resigned from his teacher’s school back then to stand on his own. Since then, he has ceased to be a member of the Song family. My Song family does not want to have a good general skills with Mr. Yao, and I don’t want to miss you passing on art. The kindness. So I will return your Yao Shengan’s things to Zhao. You can order it yourself.”

Yao Shengan looked at Song Daozhen with a complicated expression. This is the backbone of the Song family, even if it has been devastated by wind and rain, it is not different from the original intention.

“This is my intention. It is also my compensation to the Song family. I hope you can accept it.” Yao Shengan said this, and laughed at himself: “After all, I also learned this skill from the Song family.”

“I said, I only want my Song family’s recipe to return to Zhao. Since it is a complete recipe, no matter if it is one less dish or a dozen more dishes, it will not be considered complete.” Song Daozhen’s thinking is particularly sober: “Your cooking skills Although you learned from the Song family, you also deceived your ancestors and betrayed your ancestors. So you and my Song family have no graciousness. If you reluctantly mention the word relationship, you are also enemies.”

“If you still have a face and conscience, in the future, you should not use Song Jia Cai to profit for your Yao family. After all, you have established your own business. Instead of continuing to secretly use Song Jia cuisine, it is better to find a way to promote Yao Jia Cai and count it as your Yao family. Home rectification.”

Song Daozhen lighted three sticks of incense as he spoke: “Now, kowtow to make amends. You can leave after kowtow.”

Yao Shengan didn’t expect that he hadn’t found a chance to attack, Song Daozhen actually responded like this. In just a few words, all his previous calculations were smashed.

So he hates people like the Song family the most, regardless of the temperament of his family’s children, he has such a stinky, sour temper in his bones. We must talk about family rules and clan laws in everything. I don’t even think about what age it is now. Everyone pays attention to their interests first. Song Daozhen is holding the “Song Family Cookbook” and guarding such a defeated Song Ji. What can he do?

After another ten or eight years, Song Daozhen also died. The Song family is about to face the danger of losing their skills. Instead of watching these things go missing, let him use them. It can not only solve the crisis of the Sheng’an Group, but also promote the signature of Song Ji.

What’s more, Song Daozhen is now a major shareholder of the Shengan Group. It is useless for him to guard an empty Song Ji, it is better to leave it to the Sheng’an Group to take care of it. The signboard of the Song family in Ye Province has also completely declined with the crisis of the Song family’s extinction of children and grandchildren.

Song Daozhen didn’t think that Yao Shengan would still want to play Song Ji’s idea, and suddenly Qiqiao smoked: “You get out of here!”

Song Daozhen picked up a fire stick and directly shot Yao Shengan and the bodyguard reporter he brought out of Song Jiazu’s grave. Watching Yao Shengan hide behind the bodyguard in embarrassment.

“You should also think about it. Don’t always be arrogant when you are a lot of age. You hate me, and you don’t want Song Ji to be lonely in your hands! Then what face will you have to meet the ancestors of the Song family. You again How can I explain to the ancestors of the Song family!” Yao Shengan knew Song Daozhen’s weaknesses, and every word slammed Song Daozhen’s heart.

When Yao Shengan saw that Tao Mu did not bring the reporter, only the two cameramen he had brought were naturally directed towards him. His speech and demeanor suddenly relaxed a lot. In front of Song Daozhen, Tao Mu and others, after a brazen remark, surrounded by bodyguards, they got in the car and drove away.

Song Daozhen cursed while clutching her chest angrily. He had never seen such a brazen person. He killed the whole Song family, and now he still has the idea of ​​hitting Song Ji. Even if he brought the plaque of Song Ji into the coffin, he would never let Yao Shengan succeed.

“Master, don’t be angry. This **** won’t succeed.” Tao Mu calmed his father, while watching the two Feixun entertainment reporters who had made trouble from nowhere, and Brother Dahui who had come to make arrangements in advance.

“Is it all taken?”

The two reporters nodded ferociously. Yao Shengan is really shameless and shameless. Even these two outsiders who were bystanders couldn’t stand it anymore.

Dahui walked to the back of Song Jiazu’s tomb and turned out several pinhole cameras hidden in the corner for sneak shots. The sky was still dark, and there were black and wretched everywhere, Yao Shengan and his people hadn’t noticed these “organs” at all.

Tao Mu sneered. The days were nourished, and he was kind and kind for these two days, and someone really regarded him as a Virgin.

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