Ning Yue nodded quickly: "Yeah, yes."

Song Chengyi smiled and said, "If it is true, that's great. It's getting late, so you have to get up early tomorrow, go to bed!"

"Well, OK, go to bed!" The two hugged each other and closed their eyes.

On the seventh day of the lunar month, Chengzhuang resumed production and Chengwei resumed business. Everyone returned to their jobs.

On the tenth day of the lunar month, on February 14th, Mu Chaoyang's son Mu Xi was on the full moon day, and he didn't have a big deal. He just invited a few relatives and friends to gather together. What's rare is that the Yin brothers really came with gifts.

The gift was two large jars of sealed wine, and asked Mu Chaoyang to dig a hole in the yard and bury the wine. When his son went to college or married a wife, he would dig it out and drink it. That was aged wine.

If it were normal people, I would definitely thank them. But Mu Chaoyang's imagination was different. He said: "My son got into college? At least ten tables and married a wife? Not to mention, it takes at least twenty tables. How can you give me two jars of wine? No, no, next time I have to go to your house and move more. My backyard is big and can be buried a lot. Yes, there is a small truck in my Ning'er factory. Next time I ask my brother-in-law to drive, I'll move to your house!"

If you say this from someone else's mouth, you will feel that it is a lack of heart. But if you say this from Mu Chaoyang's stupidity, it makes people feel reasonable. Yes, it is definitely not enough for others to evaporate a few dozen tables, two jars of wine, plus twenty years, it will inevitably evaporate a little.

Everyone around me wants to cover their faces. Mu Chaoyang is really, and people can’t find any words to describe it.

Fortunately, Yin Zhongping knew him well: "Your son is still young, so don't worry. Our winery produces not high. When the output is high in the future, it will be no problem to give you ten or eight jars."

Mu Chaoyang was satisfied and smiled: "Okay, what you said, I owe me ten jars of wine. I remember it. Come on, let me show you my son. He looks like me."

Yin Zhongping looked at him with an inquiring look, and Mu Chaoyang said, "What are you staring at me?"

"Your son looks like you? He is so terrible? I'm looking at, where are you so terrible?"

Mu Chaoyang put his hands on his hips: "I said Yin Zhongping, when you get up in Liantai Village, you always like to tear down my desk. When you get here, you still fight me. You did it on purpose."

Yin Zhongping smiled: "Yes, I did it on purpose, why are you?"

Mu Chaoyang took a deep breath: "I can't do anything to you. My son must be older than yours. After that, I will ask my son to join you and help me vent my anger, haha!"

Then the brothers and sisters climbed onto Yin Heping's shoulders: "Let's go, watch my son go."

Leaving Yin Zhongping in place, how many seconds will he feel lonely? Son? Haha, where will he have a son in his life?

I know my body that day by day is worse than day by day. I just hope that in my lifetime, I can see my eldest brother’s child born. If possible, I will help the Miao family expand the winery so that my eldest brother’s child can have a better growth environment and living conditions in the future. This is enough for him!
Chapter completed!