On October 1st, a great day for the whole country to celebrate together, Jintan Village was also shrouded in joyful liveliness.

Because this day was also a great day for Ma Debao, a capable man from Jintan Village, to marry Principal Bai Maimiao, the daughter of Principal Bai Maimiao. Lao Ma's house was decorated with lights and colorful colors, and the windows and doors were covered with red characters of Tsui.

Early in the morning, just as it was dawn, Debao led a large group of people to the school and took the wheat seedlings in a red bride outfit back home.

There was no ceremony either. First, everyone made a fuss for a while and had a good time. When the banquet started, the newly married couple held wine glasses and toasted the guests who came to congratulate him.

In addition to the villagers in Jintan Village, there are also many guests who have come from Yongquan Village thousands of miles away. Yongquan Village is more than 700 miles away, which is too far away. These villagers in Yongquan Village arrived one day in advance and lived in their neighbors' homes.

After dinner and the banquet ended, Ma shouted water before a carriage was arranged to send these villagers back to Yongquan.

After a wedding banquet, Debao and his wife were very tired. Before the banquet was over, Debao was drunk and was carried back to their new house.

Then there were young people like Gawa and Shuiwang, who were all drunk and none of them could stand firm.

But Ma shouted water, although his face was flushed, he was only four or five minutes drunk. He was still able to stay awake at the end of the banquet, standing steadily at the door, and sending the guests out one after another.

Wang Chong was also drunk and after the banquet, Wang Chong returned first, and stayed at Debao's house to help Debao's mother clean up the mess together.

It was not until after four o'clock in the afternoon that the water splash in the apron dragged her tired body back home.

"Mom! Mom!" Ping'an and Pingshun saw their mother, immediately left Wang Chong down and trotted all the way to meet them.

Wang Chong poured a cup of warm water, walked to the table, and said with concern, "You're so tired! Take a sip of water first."

A smile squeezed out on Shuihua's tired face, "Fortunately, there are many people who help, so it's not too tired."

Wang Chong walked behind Shuihua, pinched her shoulders with both hands, and pressed them skillfully, "I greeted so many guests, served and cleaned them, how could I not be tired?"

"Okay, it's been a day. Hurry up and write today's homework first. Whoever can't finish it will not have fried eggs tomorrow morning." The two sons played from morning until night. When Wang Chong left, he forced the two demon kings home with a stern face. Otherwise, he would probably have followed the big children in the village to set off firecrackers and cause trouble.

"Oh!" When talking about homework, the smiles on the two little guys immediately stopped abruptly, and with a sad face, it was like being punished. He walked to the study reluctantly, sat next to each other obediently, picked up paper and pen, and started the homework that Wang Chong left for the two yesterday.

It is said to be homework, but in fact it is just practicing calligraphy. The two little guys have to write five new words every day, each twenty times, and also write the formulas of addition and subtraction dictates.

Although the amount is not large, it is not small for two dolls who are only over five years old.

"Whoever finishes writing first will have candy!" Seeing his two sons reluctantly, Shuihua smiled and grabbed a handful of fruit candy wrapped in a red coat from his pocket, tempting the two little guys.

When the two little guys saw a handful of candy in their hands, their eyes lit up immediately. They swallowed at the same time, then looked at each other, and quickly lowered their heads and wrote quickly, focusing all their attention on the so-called homework paper, without any previous reluctance.

Seeing this, Shuihua smiled even more, and then shook her head involuntarily.

"How is the force? Is it heavy or light?" Wang Chong's gentle and concerned voice came from his ears.

Shuai closed her eyes and said with a look of enjoyment, "The strength is just right."

Wang Chong did not stop his hand and asked, "Is the Debao family finished doing the work?"

"They are almost done, and there are still a lot of ingredients left. My aunt said that we all let us share it and take it home. Our family doesn't lack these, so I didn't want them all, so I gave them all to others."

"It seems that this time I've called Uncle Shui to spend a lot of money. There are so many guests and so many tables, but there are still some left." Wang Chong said jokingly.

Shuihua still closed her eyes and enjoyed the massage from Wang Chong. "No, there is still a lot left, especially the mutton, which has about twenty kilograms left."

Wang Chong's traditional Chinese medicine level has reached level 4. When he was in the world, he learned a lot with Guangming, a master who massaged bones. Then in the world of youth, he went to a medical university to study. When he was in the Internship, he also studied under the hands of several old Chinese medicine masters. His techniques were superb and he was accurate in acupuncture. Especially Wang Chong has been practicing martial arts for many years and exercises. His control of strength and the method of using strength are not comparable to ordinary people.

"How is Debao? Did you wake up when you came back?"

"No!" Speaking of this, Shuihua wanted to laugh. "My aunt has also visited her and said, "I slept like a dead pig, and I can't wake up no matter how I scream."

Wang Chong immediately became interested and his smile became even more intense, "Will Maimiao stay alone in the empty room tonight?"

Listening to Wang Chong's unconcealed smirk, Shuihua opened her eyes, turned her head and glanced at Wang Chong, and said, "If you want to say this treasure, it's also the day of great joy. I don't know how to restrain myself and make myself unconscious."

"This is the only time in my life. It is inevitable to drink more if I am happy." Wang Chong could understand Debao's mood. "It's not a matter of Debao's thoughts about Maimiao for a day or two. Now he has successfully hugged the beauty. He is so happy that he has gone too far. Drinking more is nothing strange."

"When we got married, why didn't we see you drunk?" Shuihua suddenly turned around and looked up at Wang Chong, blinking his big eyes with clear black and white, green pupils, and long and sparse eyelashes trembled slightly.

"I'm not that stupid boy Debao. On a big happy day, there is such a beautiful wife waiting for me to enter the bridal chamber. How could I get drunk?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Wang Chong lowered his head, leaned against Shuihua's ear, and said softly.

Shuihua's pretty face turned red, and she subconsciously looked at her two sons in the study room. Seeing that they were still concentrating on their desks and writing quickly, she breathed a sigh of relief.

He raised his hand to press Wang Chong's shoulder and pushed hard, "What are you saying? I don't know how shy I'm not sure about it in front of the two children."

The voice of Shuihua was very small and deliberately lowered it, for fear that Ping An and Pingshun would be heard. After saying that, he didn't know what he remembered, for fear that Wang Chong would misinterpret his meaning, so he quickly added, "Don't disturb the children's homework!"

Seeing Shuihua's face turned red, Wang Chong was even happier. He liked to see Shuihua's shy appearance. "We say our words, they write their homework, and then, we are all so quiet, how can we disturb you?"

Shuihua glanced at Wang Chong, quickly turned around, and turned his back to Wang Chong, otherwise he would look directly at Wang Chong's eyes and change the topic, "Shoulders and hands are still a little sore, press them for me."

Wang Chong walked forward with a smile on his face, and raised his hand to continue pressing the water.

After pressing it for seven or eight minutes, Shuihua was so comfortable that she was almost asleep. Wang Chong woke her up and said, "You go to the kang to take a nap first, I'll go make dinner."

Shuihua hurriedly stood up and said, "I'd better go!"

"Okay!" Wang Chong pulled her to the side of the kang and sat down, saying, "You have been busy for a day, so hurry up and take a break. If you are exhausted, I will feel distressed."

Shuihua felt warm in her heart, and her whole body was wrapped in warmth. A faint sense of happiness surged into her heart. She couldn't help but smile. As the corners of her mouth slightly raised, two shallow dimples were squeezed out on both sides of her cheeks.

Shuihua is not the sharp and thin melon-shaped face, but the oval face. It is not the slender, weak, small and exquisite, quite tall, slightly plump body, but there is no fat at all. Of course, half of it is Wang Chong's contribution, but more often it is Shuihua's own talent.

"What do you want to eat?" Wang Chong asked gently.

Shuihua shook her head, "I will eat whatever you do!"

Wang Chong thought for a while and said, "Then I will make you another fried noodles."

"good!"

Shuhua was really tired, so he took off his shoes and climbed onto the kang. As soon as his head was touched by the pillow, a feeling of sleepiness surged into his mind.

Wang Chong walked to the kitchen and put a large jar of noodles. There was no way. Shuihua was not the delicate and unfair "fairy" in later generations. He worked a lot and naturally ate a lot.

Although the two dolls are different from ordinary people, they can't catch up with adults when they add up. However, Wang Chong himself is just a bucket of rice. He can eat portions of five people in a meal, so he naturally can't make less.

After kneading the noodles, Wang Chong started to stir-fry the sauce.

Wang Chong first learned the skills of making sauce with Zheng Juan, and then followed He Xiaoping and He Xiaoping's mother, two authentic Yanjing people, who had eaten noodles with fried sauce for decades. The skills of making sauce with sauce have long been carved into their bones.

Yanjing people use pork belly to make fried sauce, but there are many Hui people in Xihaigu area. Hui people do not eat pork. Although most of Yongquan Village are Han people, the habits developed over the years have basically not raised pigs. Poultry is either sheep or chicken, so they naturally don’t eat pork much.

Wang Chong took out a piece of fat and lean mutton from the refrigerator, cut it into powder, stir-fry slowly over low heat, then add various other ingredients, and continue to cook slowly over low heat, and a pot of fresh fried sauce will be formed.

Roll the noodles into evenly thick and thin dough cakes and cut them into thin strips with a knife.

Fifteen minutes later, a basin of noodles in cold water and a large bowl of fried sauce are ready.

Wang Chong brought the noodles, fried sauce and bowls into the main hall. When the two little guys smelled the fragrance, their belly started to scream. The fruit candy in their hands seemed to be less fragrant.

"It smells so good!" Pingshun stared at the fried sauce that was still emitting hot on the table, her eyes straightened and she swallowed.

"I want to eat fried noodles!" Ping An quickly expressed his attitude.

"Go and ask mom to get up and have a meal."

As soon as Wang Chong finished speaking, the two little guys immediately ran to the side of the kang and pushed and woke up the water splash.

"Mom, mom, get up and have dinner, dad has made fried noodles!"

During the meal, the two little guys almost buried their faces in the bowl. After eating three small bowls, they almost had a big bowl.

It was still Shuhua who saw that the two little guys had a bulging stomach, so they were not allowed to eat it.

After dinner, the couple led the two little guys to the village for a walk. On the stadium in front of the village, as long as it was not the cold winter month, every day after dinner, the villagers would take their babies there for a walk whenever they had time.

The adults gathered together to chat, and the children were having fun, playing games, playing hide-and-seek, and playing hide-and-seek, which was very lively.

We took two children to play on the village court for more than an hour. At around 6:50, the couple went home on time, turned on the TV, watched the weather forecast first, and then watched the news broadcast.

However, every time the couple takes their children home, there are always a bunch of dolls behind them, both men and women.

Both young people like to watch cartoons. After the news broadcast ends every day, they have an hour of cartoon time, VDs, and classic domestic cartoons. Wang Chong almost has them at home.

"Making a Big Trouble in the Heavenly Palace", "Nezha's Sea", "The Legend of the Heavenly Book", "Gourd Baby", etc. If you keep the belt stuck and broken, Wang Chong will change it to a new one.

So every day at this time, the children in the village will spontaneously gather at Wang Chong's house, from a few years to a teenager.

The temptation of cartoons to dolls is the same as that of beautiful and sexy women to men, and there is no way to resist it.

"Uncle Chong, what are you going to do today?" Seeing that the news broadcast was over, a boy who looked like eleven or twelve years old asked Wang Chong with a curious look on his face, seriously and with deep expectations.

"What do you want to see?" Wang Chong did not answer directly, but instead asked everyone's opinions.

"Watch "The Great Trouble in Heaven"!"

"Cauli Baby"

"I want to see Nezha fuck the sea!"

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Suddenly, the sound of children's voices sounded in the room, and everything was said.

In the end, the vote decided that two-thirds of the children wanted to watch "The Great Trouble in Heaven".

Wang Chong took out the disc, opened the VD, connected the video and audio cables, and played the disc that made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace.

More than 20 children formed a circle in front of the TV, with short ones sitting in front and tall ones sitting in the back.

Such situations are rarely seen in real society.

However, Wang Chong heard from a few former classmates who stayed in the county town that every night, there would be people playing old-fashioned open-air movies in the county square, a simple curtain and a very old red movie. Most of the older grandparents gathered in front of the curtain.

Sticking a crutch, I brought the foldable small stool myself.

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Shanhai Group has long been established. Since the group's business has come to a right track, the life of Wang Chong's family has gradually entered this state of regularity.

Wang Chong is not the kind of strong man who likes to do everything himself, but the kind of man who likes to delegate power and leave professional things to professionals. This is Wang Chong's style.

Everything has been on track, and the documents for the establishment of Minning Town have been released. Just by waiting for the construction of various infrastructures to be in place, the next step of immigration and village relocation can be carried out.
Chapter completed!