Chapter 102 When Autumn Is Getting Stronger

I can't help complaining when I lose my ambition for a while.

For Yang Zili, being scolded by Lu Wei immediately turned into a beaten eggplant, and he lost his usual vigor.

Lying on Wu Tao's table all day long, clamoring for Buddhist scriptures.

What he wants to learn is not the experience of how to improve his grades, but the nerve of how to keep his grades from falling while playing.

The reason why it is said to be a nerve is that it is not a neurotic nerve, but a magical scripture, the scriptures of immortals.

But Wu Tao is only a mortal body after all. To be honest, he is not sure that he will be able to secure the Diaoyutai and the first place every time he takes the exam.

After all, there are powerful enemies in this school, Han Xin, Zhou Chuanwen, Ren Jie and the like are all good students and have their own set of magic weapons.

After that, Feng Shui will take turns, and it is impossible to guarantee that he will not transfer to someone else's house. Wu Tao is really not sure that he will be the first one every time.

Because he has more things to do, and these scholars are all more focused, concentrated, and single-minded than him.

As for this midterm exam, after all, it carries the double meaning of shuffling the new class of students and the school's reputation.

Wu Tao had to pay attention to it, and then put in no less effort than others.

Others think that it is easy for him to get the first place, because they have never seen the piles of exercise sets he completed in private.

When he returned home with his grades on the weekend, Wu Tao's back was straight and straight.

Zhang Huilan had no choice but to treat his son with a table of food, even though his son's food in the city was no worse than at home.

The old lady is in charge of caring, but the father only cares about smoking and squinting proudly, while beating the second child with the results of the boss.

Xiao Jiang seemed to be a little rounder again. He hadn't increased in size for a while, and he was overtaken by Heidan, who was one year younger than him.

Wu Tao walked into the kitchen, watched his old lady cook and said, "Mom, Xiao Jiang should pay attention to his food. He is too fat, which affects his growth. He only cares about the horizontal development, but the vertical development does not..."

Although this theory may not be true, anyway, idle is idle, chatting casually with his old lady, Wu Tao didn't expect his old lady, who has been doting on Xiaojiang all the time, to listen to him.

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, Zhang Huilan agreed: "I listen to you, you should pay attention. If you grow up to be a big fat man in the future, you will lose face to the old Wu family, and it will be difficult to find a wife."

Seeing that her son was speechless, Zhang Huilan picked up a basket of apples in her hand and said, "Your second aunt sent them. They are big and sweet. If you have nothing to do, take them outside to eat. The room is smoky and uncomfortable."

So Wu Tao gnawed on the big, round apples and wandered into the vineyard.

It was late autumn and the vineyards were bare and there was nothing to see.

Only the bare and knotted grape vines are left, climbing all over the shelves, and the shadows are whirling. As for the fine branches and twigs, they are all cut off, waiting for new branches to be drawn in the coming year.

However, in the field ridge under the grape trellis, the strawberry seedlings transplanted earlier have come back to life. Although the leaves are not so green, they are also the only embellishment in this Xiao Shaqiu mood.

In a few days, these strawberry seedlings will be covered with plastic film to prepare for the early-maturing strawberries in the coming spring.

After eating half of the apple, Wu Tao realized that it was really sweet.

This is certainly a good product chosen by my second aunt Zhang Xuemei, and it also shows that the apples from neighboring provinces are of better quality than the grapes it produces.

The source of tourists for the farmhouse has entered a period of depression, except for the occasional wild cranes in twos and threes on weekends, they are almost extinct.

Entertain this group of uncle-like guests, take them directly to the fish pond of Uncle Dai's house, sit for most of the day, and let them enjoy themselves in fishing in coir raincoats.

Turning to the west side of the garden, next to Aunt Hua's house, just in time for Wu Binghua to stroll back from the back of the house.

The father and son walked into the gazebo, one was sitting and the other was squatting.

It was getting dark early, before the meal time, night had already fallen.

Wu Binghua's cigarette butt flickered on and off in the dark night, which was really eye-catching.

"Chuan Chuan Xiang has opened 7 branches, which is quite a few. Do you plan to continue to open in the future?"

Wu Tao shook his head. Out of the 7 stores, 5 are directly operated stores and the other 2 are franchise stores. In terms of geographical distribution, it can almost cover the entire urban area of ​​Beijiang.

If you continue to expand blindly, it will be internal friction, and you can only divert the passenger flow of each store. The investment is not small and the meaning is not great.

Besides, these days, Beijiang's purchasing power is about the same. Except for students who are willing to spend money, ordinary working-class people can still save as much as they can.

As for the expansion to middle schools in various towns, there is no need for that.

The current main goal of Chuan Chuan Xiang is branding, not scale. Besides, it is necessary to leave some room for those imitated, counterfeit, and Malatang stores, so that Malatang, a snack suitable for all ages, can be accepted by more people.

Maybe one day, one person and one car walking in the streets and alleys will be a mobile Mala Tang stall.

"Then what are you going to do next, and where are you going to go?" Wu Binghua asked again.

Xiaojiang's immature voice came from the door: "Dad~, Brother~, it's time to eat!"

Wu Tao patted his buttocks and got up, "Tossing must be tossing. I haven't figured out how to do it."

The whole family gathered together, and seeing Wu Tao came back, the old man brought up the matter of his cousin returning to his hometown to visit relatives during the Chinese New Year.

"His cousin and his uncle's two families have already set the date to return to their hometown to visit relatives. They will return to Beijiang on the 20th of the twelfth lunar month. I can't count how many days. Binghua, you take the construction team and find time to clean up the house. At least like You can't let your cousins ​​underestimate us."

Wu Binghua fully agreed, "Okay, once the project in hand is finished, I will bring someone back to do it. There is not much work to do at home. Dad, don't worry."

Wu Tao counted, "Grandpa, there are less than 100 days left. Uncle Cousin and the others are planning to spend a full year when they come back on the 20th of the twelfth lunar month!"

According to the old calendar, from the 21st day of the twelfth lunar month, each household will start busy preparations until the end of the Shangyuan Festival, which is a complete year. As for the seven-day long holiday, for the New Year, the symbolic significance is greater than the practical significance.

The old man stared at the two white eyebrows, like a white-browed hero: "You think it's too fast, but I don't think it's too slow. How many days do I have to live, old man, and every day is less!"

Yo, the old man's temper comes as soon as he says it.

Wu Tao quickly put a lion's head into his grandfather's bowl, and persuaded him nicely, "Grandpa, what are you talking about? Our family's life is getting better and better, and you are guaranteed to live a long life! There are too many contacts, so let Uncle Biao and the others come back often. At worst, I will reimburse them for the round-trip air ticket."

The old man's temper was similar to that of a child, and after being coaxed by Wu Tao, he immediately smiled.

After dinner, Wu Tao helped the old man again and walked around the village twice, which made the old man a lot of fun. After returning, he insisted on writing letters under the lamp.

An old family should have a treasure.

Only when the old man is there, this home will be more flavorful.

The second update, ask for tickets, ask for excitement...By the way, I pray, Amitabha, come recommend it tomorrow!