Suddenly, some laughter came from the crowd.
"Song Zhou, what you said is very nice. How much gift does your family plan to give to Jiang Xue's family?"
"Song Zhou, what you said just now sounds like a man, but you can't do it with nothing, right?"
"Jiang Xue is a college student. It's unjustifiable that the bride price is too small. Are you right?"
"right!"
Song Zhou grinned, walked to the tricycle in front of everyone's eyes, and pulled open the oilcloth covering it.
A dazzling array of items were piled on the tricycle, which made people say "Wow" and was shocked on the spot.
"No... no way, Song Zhou, where did you get it?"
Someone couldn't help but ask.
"Hehe, I don't need you to worry about it anymore. I earned this all by myself, half of which is given to Jiang Xue's family, and this is not a betrothal gift at all. I want to make it clear here."
Song Zhou jumped up and stood on the tricycle, and everyone's eyes were instantly focused on him.
"Xiaoxue, I, Song Zhou, will definitely marry you into the house in a glorious way. The new house, TV, refrigerator, bicycle, and watch will all be the same. All the fellow villagers will be witnesses. If I can't finish it, I will put the word "Song" upside down. Come and write!”
"This is really not okay Xiaozhou. Your Uncle Jiang is not at home, and Auntie can't do what I want for you."
The crowd dispersed, and just when Song Zhou was about to carry the things on the tricycle to Jiang Xue's house, he encountered strong opposition from Zhang Xiuqin.
"Auntie, I bought these things seriously, there is absolutely no problem."
"This is absolutely not possible. You should take your things home and wait until your Uncle Jiang comes back tomorrow."
Seeing how determined Zhang Xiuqin was, Song Zhou had no choice but to comply, but kept glancing at Jiang Xue.
Zhang Xiuqin saw through Song Zhou's little thoughts at a glance, and went into the house to cook on the pretext of leaving some space for the two of them.
The scene where Song Zhou caringly protected his daughter Jiang Xue just now made her quite satisfied.
"Xiaoxue, I have wronged you these days."
Song Zhou's sincere and extremely passionate gaze made Jiang Xue's cheeks heat up. It was difficult to adapt to it for a while. She could only shake her head slightly and said: "No...it's okay. I was always at home and didn't hear anything."
"Don't worry, if anyone dares to gossip behind his back in the future, just tell me and I will tear his mouth apart!"
Song Zhou patted his chest in assurance and took out something and handed it over.
"This is my gift to you."
"Yeah, it's a thousand purples and reds?"
Jiang Xue's eyes lit up, she took it, opened it under her nose and smelled it, then handed it to Song Zhou.
"You don't like it?"
"No, you can take it back to auntie. It's too expensive and I don't want it."
"It's okay, I bought it for my mother too." Song Zhou knew that Jiang Xue had been thrifty since she was a child.
"Just take it, Xiaoxue. I have the ability to make money now. You see, I earned all these things in the car. I plan to go out and set up a stall, and I will definitely allow you to marry me in glory."
But unexpectedly, Jiang Xue still shook her head.
"Forget it, it's not easy for you to make money, and I don't ask for any great wealth, as long as you don't go astray. Of course, the most important thing is that you can't neglect your studies. Just wait for me."
Jiang Xue turned around and returned home. After a while, she came out with a bag in her hand and handed it to Fang Songzhou.
Heavy.
When I opened it, I saw that it was full of various books.
"These books are all yours. You always don't go to school, so I can only help you pack them up. They will come in handy now. As for the specific situation of repeating, you can go to the school and consult Teacher Jiang."
"Okay, I will definitely study hard."
Song Zhou nodded heavily, turned around and pushed the car towards home.
As for the jar of colorful flowers.
In the end, it was not sent out.
When I got home, there was no one. My parents were busy working in the fields. Only Rhubarb was wagging its tail and circling around its feet.
After touching a few and taking a break, Song Zhou began to work.
He moved all the things on the tricycle into the house, and then pulled the two black men from the village over.
Erheizi's family has been a carpenter since his grandfather's generation, and his craftsmanship is superb.
"Brother Zhou, did you call me here to prepare a wardrobe for the wedding?"
Erheizi's name has nothing to do with his appearance. He is tall and tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He chews a radish in his mouth and exudes honesty and honesty all over his body.
"It's not that fast." As soon as Song Zhou finished speaking, he patted him and said, "I asked you, kid, can you stop eating? I don't know if you fart after eating too many radishes. I heard you fart all the way."
"I'm hungry if I don't eat." Erheizi felt a little aggrieved.
They are all young men in their twenties, when they are both hungry and hungry.
"Work first. You modify this tricycle according to my requirements. I will treat you to a good meal tonight. I guarantee it will taste better than carrots."
After telling him about the structure of the food truck, Erheizi said it was easy.
While he was knocking in the yard, Song Zhou started preparing the preliminary work of fried skewers in the house.
Oyster mushrooms, potatoes, eggplants, cabbage...
There is no need to buy these things at all. Who in the countryside does not have these home-cooked dishes? I tore all these things neatly and put them on the plate. After a while, I had a lot of them.
Then he cut the purchased pork and mutton into pieces and marinated them, and everything went smoothly in Song Zhou's hands.
The reason why Song Zhou chose this industry to start is because this was the first craft he learned when he first came to the south in his previous life. It can be said that the foundation of his tens of billions of business empire in his previous life was built up by deep-fried skewers.
The secret lies in the sauce that was taught to me by an expert at that time.
"20 grams of chili powder, 20 grams of cumin powder, 20 grams of cooked sesame seeds, sugar, salt, pepper, sesame paste... Stir evenly and pour hot oil..."
According to the memory of his previous life, Song Zhou mixed 12 kinds of seasonings in proportion and quickly made three kinds of sauces.
Five-spice cumin flavor, spicy flavor, spicy flavor.
Smelling the fragrance in the air, even though there are three missing spices from abroad, they can be used to cope with the situation at hand.
