Mixed in the last days as a salted fish

Chapter 3 "The Prodigal Son Returns"

In the kitchen, Li Dajuan listened to her little daughter's report, her eyes were full of surprises:
"Your brother really repented?"

"You can't say you repented. At least you realized your mistake. After all, he is going to be [-] soon. It's a joke if he doesn't live up to his expectations."

"What's the joke? As long as your brother doesn't make a fuss, your father and I don't have much expectations for him. It would be the best if we can marry another daughter-in-law back!"

Li Dajuan couldn't help but look forward to it.

"I don't think so. It's been so many years, Xiao Hao is still attached to his siblings. I just went to his room to take a look, and Xiaolin's photo was found again." Zhang Jiaqi sighed.

Li Dajuan sighed: "Forget it, if you are single, you can be single. Anyway, with big pudding and small pudding, our old Zhang family has no shortage of grandchildren."

Zhang Jiaqi saw that her mother was frowning and looked preoccupied, so she hurriedly interrupted:

"Mom, Big Pudding and Little Pudding are so cute, do you have the heart to let them have more than one stepmother?"

"What's wrong with the stepmother? Our family's conditions are not bad, and we can definitely find a virtuous one. It doesn't matter if we can't find a suitable one. At worst, your father and I will continue to support them. Isn't this how we have come here all these years?"

After Mama Zhang finished speaking, she changed the subject:
"It's you, you're thirty this year, when will you bring a boyfriend back?"

Zhang Jiaqi immediately put oil on the soles of her feet: "Mom, Dad is calling me, I'll go and have a look."

"It's like this every time. There will be a blind date in two days. It was introduced by your aunt. It is said that she is still a civil servant. Then let your brother go with you."

Li Dajuan shouted loudly from behind.

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At seven o'clock in the evening, the ancestor worship of the old Zhang family began.

Zhang Chongxin scanned around, but found no trace of his son, so he straightened his face on the spot:
"Third brother, where's your brother?"

"Dad, I called him just now, and he said he would come right away. I think he seems to be writing something, and he is doing it in a mysterious way, and he won't let me read it."

Zhang Jiaqi quickly replied.

"What a bastard, the ancestor doesn't want to eat anymore? Do you want to accommodate him?"

Zhang Chongxin became more and more angry.

In the eyes of their generation, no matter how big an event is, worshiping their ancestors is the biggest thing. Besides, what important matter can their fourth child have?It's definitely a matter of attitude.

If she knew this earlier, she shouldn't have given birth to him in the first place.

Of course, these are just angry words.

As the saying goes: There are three kinds of unfilial piety, the greatest is having no descendants.

No matter how stupid the son is, it is better than having no heir.

Just at this time, Zhang Hao walked over slowly, rubbing his sore wrists. In less than three hours, he wrote more than 5000 words in one breath.

It contains not only the important knowledge in the dream, but also a simple future plan. There are only a short period of eight months before the big change.

To be precise, it should be 250 days.

Compared with his plan, the time is really tight. If he is given an extra year, he is confident to create a real "shelter".

It's a pity that time is not waiting for me.

Because Zhang Chongxin still had to worship the ancestors, it was not easy to get angry on the spot, so he could only urge him:
"Stop dawdling, come here quickly!"

"Hey, here we come."

Zhang Hao immediately showed a big smile.

As the saying goes, if you are courteous to others, you must have a plan!
Zhang Jiaqi glanced at her brother suspiciously, it was true that the sun was rising in the west, and she didn't know what kind of medicine the other party was selling in the gourd.

Father Zhang was also quite surprised.

The ancestor worship is over, and the next step is the New Year's Eve dinner.

Needless to say, the meals, chicken, duck, fish, abalone, ginseng and belly are extremely rich.

Without waiting for his parents to open his mouth, Zhang Hao buried his head in his mouth and began to eat. Compared with the fast food at noon, this is the real food, which makes people want to stop.

"Eat slowly, aren't you full at noon?"

Li Dajuan quickly expressed concern.

Zhang Chongxin glanced at his son, and snorted coldly: "Eat less, you won't be able to digest if you eat too much."

Only then did Zhang Hao slow down a little.

Zhang Chongxin took the opportunity to raise his wine glass and made a toast. They were all clichéd topics, nothing more than hoping that his grandchildren would grow up healthily, that his youngest daughter would marry early, and that his son would take care of the family more.

As for succession, he has given up.

"Dad, I will."

Zhang Hao took the lead in responding.

Father Zhang's expression softened a little, he touched his son with the wine glass, and said casually: "If you say it with your mouth, you must keep it in your heart."

"That's a must."

Zhang Hao nodded solemnly.

Zhang's mother couldn't help but shed tears of joy when she saw that her son was finally "sensible".

"Grandma, why are you crying?"

Big Pudding tugged on Grandma's sleeve.

The little face is full of worry.

Zhang Jiaqi immediately hugged her eldest nephew and kissed her: "Tsk tsk, it turns out that our big pudding is still a caring little warm boy!"

After Zhang Jiaqi's gags, the atmosphere at the dinner table immediately became lively. Halfway through, Zhang Jiahui and Zhang Jiayi made video calls respectively, and both felt a little unusual.

After the meal, Zhang Chongxin took out four big red envelopes.

That is lucky money.

Big Pudding and Little Pudding kowtowed and couldn't wait to receive the New Year's money. The two brothers went to elementary school in the second half of the year and knew the importance of money long ago.

Zhang Jiaqi smiled and said auspicious words, and then took her red envelope from her father.

In the end it was Zhang Hao's turn, and the painting style suddenly changed.

Without hesitation, he knelt down in front of the second elder, and then kowtowed heavily a few times, his forehead instantly turned red, showing the intensity of the force.

Li Dajuan was taken aback, and quickly reached out to hold her son: "Okay, stop knocking, we have received your wish!"

"Mom and Dad, my son has worried you all these years. I'm such a jerk. I'm sorry for you, and I'm sorry for Big Pudding and Little Pudding."

After Zhang Hao finished speaking, he slapped himself hard several times, the sound was terrifyingly loud.

In order to regain the trust of his parents and to carry out his plan smoothly, he went all out.

"Son, stop hitting."

Li Dajuan felt distressed.

"Wow...wow..."

When the twins saw their father's crazy appearance, they were frightened and cried.

Zhang Chongxin hugged and coaxed the grandchildren one by one, and then ordered the younger daughter to take the twins away. The fourth child is out of control, so don't scare the two children.

Mama Zhang was worried, and followed her back to the bedroom.

Suddenly, the living room fell silent.

Zhang Chongxin picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, desperately suppressing the excitement in his heart:
"Get up first, let's talk about something."

Zhang Hao was unmoved: "Dad, I've made it clear. You are old, and Big Pudding and the others are still young. I can't escape my responsibility."

"Speak clearly!"

Zhang Chongxin was afraid that he had misunderstood.

"I want to take over our factory."

Zhang Hao finally expressed his intention.

Zhang Chongxin shook his hands and almost knocked over the teacup. He quickly confirmed, "You were still arguing with me this afternoon, why did you suddenly figure it out?"

"Dad, when I worshiped the ancestors just now, I found that your hair is almost completely white..."

Zhang Hao pretended to rub his red eyes.

Speaking of which, his father is almost 70 years old after all, and his hair was all white a few years ago, and he didn't just find out today, so what is there to be shocked?
Everything is just an excuse.

"Cough, I've been too busy recently, so I didn't bother to dye my hair."

Zhang Chongxin was suddenly not used to it.

Orientals are very reserved in expressing their feelings, and rarely have such a direct side.

(End of this chapter)