Shang Fuhai looked at this scene and felt both funny and moved in his heart.

The silver light outside the window shone in through the gap between the curtains and fell on the two figures, one big and one small, on the bed. There was a sleeping smell lying in the fenced small bed next to it.

Shang Fuhai sat on the edge of the bed, twisted his body and watched silently for about ten minutes, then walked out of the bedroom, went to the bathroom in the study to take a shower, changed into clean clothes, then returned to the bedroom, lay down, leaned over and hugged his wife's shoulder from behind.

Xu Fei, who was sleeping, hummed and said, "Don't forget to pee on Yuanbao."

"You're still fucking so much after sleeping. Go to bed quickly, I can't forget." Shang Fuhai lowered his voice and said softly.

Late at night, Shang Fuhai woke up twice, finished peeing for his daughter, and changed his sleeping son to a new diapers, and then he slept until dawn.

From the upstairs, Shang Fuhai saw that his mother Zhou Xiumei was already standing at the door of the villa. He bent down from time to time to press his legs, or twisted his arms, as if he was exercising.

"Mom, where are you doing morning exercises?" Shang Fuhai asked her, this is very new, and he has never seen it much before.

Zhou Xiumei said without looking back: "I can't exercise anymore?"

"I don't mean that, Mom, if you want to exercise, you can't learn Tai Chi as you go." Shang Fuhai suggested.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Xiumei refused: "Are you hungry? I made some pumpkin porridge. Yuanbao said he wanted to drink it last night. If you are hungry, go to the kitchen to serve a bowl and drink it first."

Shang Fuhai was happy. He thought his mother would say, "If you are hungry, I will serve you a bowl and drink it first."

A bowl of pumpkin porridge with golden silk petals floating on the dining table, Shang Fuhai brought out a bamboo basket of half a palm-sized meat buns, and a small bowl of dried radish that was pickled at home, which made it crispy when chewed. It was a simple life, but in Shang Fuhai's view, it was the most beautiful enjoyment.

Before he finished eating, Xu Fei walked down from the second floor with her hair again. Seeing the fragrance of his food, she muttered: "Dahai, serve me a bowl, I'm hungry too."

"Okay!" Shang Fuhai shouted to Zhou Xiumei, who was still exercising at the door: "Mom, you can have breakfast together, and exercise later."

"I just ate it. You two should eat it quickly. Just go to work after you finish it. I'll send Yuanbao to school later." Zhou Xiumei went to the ground with her waist and her legs pressed down. When she spoke, her voice became a little distorted.

Xu Fei was relieved to have her mother-in-law at home. She hurriedly ate a few bites of food and went out. Shang Fuhai was not in a hurry to go to the company. She finished everything she should say yesterday, and it didn't matter whether she went or not today.

Shang Fuhai doesn't plan to go to tomorrow's press conference.

Zhou Xiumei was quite puzzled: "Fuhai, it's past seven o'clock, why don't you go to work quickly?"

"Mom, I won't go today, I'll take a day off at home." Shang Fuhai said with a smile.

Zhou Xiumei was not used to his problem and said to him: "Didn't you rest at home for a week a few days ago? You're tired again after just a few days?"

Shang Fuhai didn't know what to say, he was very suspicious, you are really my real mother.

Shang Fuhai was busy at home and having fun with his son, and when Zhou Xiumei went to see her granddaughter go to kindergarten.

Dongyun Shangjiazhuang. After Shang Yong came back from Dongyun two days ago, he went to Shengshikang City in the county for a day, but lived alone in such a big house. He always felt too lonely and couldn't stand it. This morning, he couldn't stand it and went back to Shangjiazhuang in the countryside.

As soon as his Mercedes-Benz S500 entered the village, he was immediately recognized by the old and young men in Shangjiazhuang.

Drive all the way from Shangjiazhuang North Head to home, any villager who is busy at home will raise his hands and say hello to him.

Shang Yong did not forget to press down the glass and waved his hands all the way to respond.

I felt like I was back. I went out and walked around and found out that this was his main battlefield.

After stopping the car, Shang Qinghe, a neighbor from the third house, walked over to the north with a large bamboo broom woven in his hand, with a honest smile on his face: "Dayong, you have been back. I haven't seen you for a long time. Where did you live?"

"Brother Qinghe, I just lived in the county town for a while, and I went to my son's place for a while in the first few months. Where else can I go?" Shang Yong said with a smile.

He and Shang Qinghe had a good relationship. When he was sick, Shang Qinghe's family helped their family a lot.

Although the two are not from the same ancestor, in Shang Yong's opinion, Shang Qinghe is more powerful than his cousins ​​in the five squads.

Shang Qinghe threw a big bamboo broom, and his smile never broke. He said, "Dayong, I heard from our Zhenyun that your Fuhai is so powerful now. He is on the third place in what list? He is still the third rich man in the country. He also said that he has hundreds of billions of dollars, which is true and fake!"

"Haha, everyone is scheming. Brother Qinghe, don't you know that our Fuhai family has some money, but not that much." Shang Yong didn't deliberately cover up anything.

After hearing what he said, Shang Qinghe nodded: "It's true that this is the case, but the country may not have made a mistake. Is there something wrong here? Others outsiders have cheated Fuhai."

"Brother Qinghe, let's not talk about those things. I happened to meet you. Come with me and have a cup of tea. After returning from Bocheng two days ago, Fu Hai just gave me a few old Pu'er tea cakes. The tea boiled is so fragrant. Let's drink some together." Shang Yong bent down and took out a square box sealed and packaged from the trunk of the car. Inside was a round tea cake.

Shang Qinghe raised his nose a few times. He seemed to smell the faint fragrance of tea. He was moved, but he looked at the big broom in his hand and said, "I haven't finished this job yet. I'll come to check the hygiene later and I have to say to me."

"What are you saying? Isn't it just sweeping the streets? Brother Qinghe, you go home with me for a cup of tea first. I will take a broom to accompany you to sweep it together later. Will it be successful?" Shang Yong said.

He said so, and Shang Qinghe agreed with the flow.

It was just the busy farming season in the village. The two of them were talking, but before they could enter the house, three more people came over. As soon as they saw Shang Yong, they started chatting with him enthusiastically.

Some people heard Shang Fuhai say that he wanted to cook tea at home, but the old Pu'er was still old, and several people were moved.

They can't afford to drink this kind of good tea, and they don't have much chance of it. They have such a good opportunity now, so they can't let it go.

Suddenly, there were only two people, but in the blink of an eye, they became five or six people.

They are all old farmers in the countryside. They do not have the capable son like Shang Fuhai, nor do they have the ability to make efforts in their later years. They are all ordinary farmers, and they talk and chat without leaving the farmland. The most proud thing is that the harvest in the fields is pretty good today, but the price given by the grain dealer is too low.

Shang Yong also spoke with him. He talked about this year's strawberry greenhouse. Shang Qinghe immediately said: "Dayong, you don't know. There was a family in Tiandu Village, south of our Shangjiazhuang. They just got a loan and got two strawberry greenhouses in one go. They also wanted to build a strawberry picking greenhouse. They invested a lot of money, tsk tsk!"

After saying this, someone was dissatisfied. He said, "It wasn't our Dayong brothers who took the lead in demonstrating for them. Now that they have learned it, they have taken Dayong's tricks over. To put it bluntly, they are all a group of ungrateful wolves.

Several people were talking, and the strong fragrance of old Pu'er echoed in the house, and there was another shouting sound from outside the door: "Is Brother Yong back? I just heard them say that Brother Yong's car has entered Shangjiazhuang. I don't believe it yet. Brother Yong is so busy, but there is no time..."

Shang Qinghe spat and curled his lips: "Dayong, it's Shang Liangcai's bear thing, don't pay attention to him."

Shang Yong nodded with a smile and said nothing else.

After Shang Liang came in, he talked around for a while, and asked his nephew Shang Fuhai several times why he hadn't come back. Then he talked about the problem of poor households in Shangjiazhuang.

Shang Yong smiled and before he could finish his words, he raised his hand to stop: "Liangcai, let's not say anything else. I'll tell you something, who has an elderly person over 80 years old in Shangjiazhuang? I will make the decision for Fuhai. According to the previous standards, each household costs 2,000 yuan. In addition, I will buy rice, flour and oil. After a while, I will slaughter a few big fat pigs and give them one piece to the old and young men in Shangjiazhuang. If you tell me something else, then you go out and turn left and don't talk about anything, do you understand?"

Shang Liangcai was so choked that he must have understood. It was because he understood that he felt uncomfortable.

This has blocked the richest road in the village.

"Brother Yong, I won't say anything else. You are kind and righteous. You still care about the old uncles in our Shangjiazhuang. So, let's talk, I'll leave first." Shang Liangcai was also a decisive person. Once again, he didn't ask for it, so he didn't leave any more.

After Shang Yong and others watched him leave the place, Shang Qinghe said, "Da Yong, you shouldn't spoil him. Time and time, hasn't he known it in his heart?"

After listening to these wise old neighbors say a lot, Shang Yong waved his hand: "It's not a big deal, and they are all from the same village, what can it do?"

That's true. After Shang Liang left Shang Yong's family, he felt a little upset and said nothing else. Just because Dongyun's current top leader is his nephew, how do you talk about how to play?

If you don’t mention this official face, Shang Yong himself is now a popular figure in Dongyun. He is rich and has a good personal relationship with the new County Mayor Niu. No matter from any aspect, he, Shang Liangcai, cannot afford to offend him.

After several people drank two pots of tea at Shang Yong's house, the old neighbors all left with tactful knowledge. Shang Yong was about to find a big broom to accompany Shang Qinghe to sweep the streets, but he stopped him.

"Dayong, hurry up and go your business. You really get involved with me. Don't you want me to do it anymore?" Shang Qinghe said with a smile.

"That's it, Brother Qinghe, let's have some drinks together tonight." Shang Yong waved his hand.
Chapter completed!