After The Vicious Cannon Fodder Was Reborn

In fact, Mr. Song didn't sleep for long, when he was carefully shaken awake by Tao Mu.

"Old man, we have to go to the grave."

According to the rules of the Song family, pick up the ancestors at the thirtieth year and send them off on the first day of the new year.To send the ancestors to pinch the auspicious time, before sending the ancestors have to make 36 Songjia Village to pay homage to the ancestors.To prove that the inheritance of the Song family's fire is endless, so that the ancestors can go back with peace of mind.

It takes time to make 36 dishes.Although before this, the basic preparations have been done.But it takes at least an hour or two just to go to the stove.If it was in the past, when there were many children of the Song family, each of them would have one or two dishes, maybe it would be faster.But now there are only the old man and Tao Mu, and the old man has to cook 28 dishes.This is a big project.

When Song Daozhen was woken up, he still had the illusion of a lifetime away.After being stunned for a long time, I finally came back to my senses.

Tao Mu turned on the air conditioner, put the padded jacket hanging on the radiator on the old man, and pulled out the cotton trousers covered by the blanket. When putting on shoes for the old man, he frowned and said, "Why is this room still so cold? How about Let's hire someone to turn on the floor heating, shall we?"

"Don't bother with such an old house." Song Daozhen waved his hand.The Song family's ancestral house was handed down from the Qing Dynasty.It is said to be an antique to the outside world, but it looks very special.But whoever lives there knows.Cool in winter and warm in summer, the lighting is not good.In the past few years, it was easy to connect the water, electricity and heating, but the official road has been aging over the years, and there are always problems.

Tao Mu made money in H town last year, and when he came back, he overhauled the pipelines of the orphanage and the Song family mansion.Especially the east and west wing rooms of the Song family went to Liulichang to ask the engineering team for repairing cultural relics and historic sites to repair them.From the windows and walls to the various furnishings inside the house.At that time, repairs and constructions made the yard a mess.I can't annoy Mr. Song so much.

After finally getting through it, he didn't suffer a second time.

"Then you don't like to turn on the air conditioner." Tao Mu squatted on the ground and put on the shoes for the old man: "The electric hot air is an open flame, so it's too unsafe. And after a long time, I feel dry mouth and easy to get angry. You have to Find a way to make the room warmer."

"Blowing on the air conditioner makes me sick." Mr. Song waved his hand.He is old and really can't enjoy the blessing of the air conditioner: "Besides, the room is quite warm. I've been here for so many years and I'm used to it. It's all about you young people, looking at the strong firepower, you can't resist the cold at all."

As Old Master Song said, his eyes fell on Tao Mu's slender and straight legs.A pair of thin jeans wrapped around Tao Mu's legs, showing a shockingly inappropriate thinness.Mr. Song frowned, and found that things were not that simple: "Are you not wearing cotton pants?"

"Take the car when you go out, and there is heating in the house." Tao Mu blinked, pointed to the basin of warm water on the washbasin stand and said, "I've prepared the washing water for you. I'm going out——"

"Stinky boy, you don't wear cotton pants in winter, and the temperature outside is minus [-] to [-] degrees...why don't you freeze to death!"

Tao Mu hurriedly did not avoid the scolding, and Mr. Song's loud scolding from the threshold directly woke up the other people in the courtyard.Everyone was smiling, wrapped in down jackets and big cotton coats, and stood on the veranda watching the play.

Until the old man finished washing and entered the kitchen, Tao Mu was still squatting in front of the stove, silently guarding his dignity as an idol—resolutely refusing to wear cotton trousers.

"It's minus fifteen degrees outside, and the northwest wind is blowing. If you don't wear cotton trousers today, we won't send your ancestors away." Mr. Song stood on the other side of the stove angrily: "I guess Mr. Song The ancestors also don't want to see the closed sons of the Song family freeze to death outside for the sake of beauty."

"Take the car when you go out, there is heating in the house..." Tao Mu still said the same thing: "Besides, I don't feel cold."

And how can celebrities wear cotton trousers to keep warm.Do you still have the dignity of an idol group?Especially when walking on the red carpet and watching shows, can you wear a layer of cotton trousers because you are shivering from the cold?Other female stars still bare their thighs and shoulders.Their men are much better, right?

"And I have a warm baby inside." Tao Mu said wittily, "It's really not cold."

"Do you know the old man Liu at the entrance of the alley, who drank too much outside on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month and fell asleep by the street lamp in a daze, that alcoholic?" Mr. Song told Tao Mu the consequences of not wearing cotton trousers in the north : "The next morning when the street sweepers found him, he was frozen to death. His whole body was covered in purple bruises. It was hard and not good-looking at all."

"Also, Dean Yun came to Songji for dinner two days ago, and told me that there are some little girls who are dressed like other people's stick dramas. They wear a cotton coat on top, and don't wear cotton trousers and skirts on the bottom. They walk outside for a day and are so cold They're all peeing blood..."

Tao Mu just wanted to explain "I'm different from them", when he looked up and saw Mr. Song's firm little eyes.Got it.Say nothing.

"I'm going to wear cotton trousers." Tao Mu turned back into the room sullenly, and pulled out a pair of thin cotton trousers.Mr. Song followed closely behind and stared at the person: "Wear thick clothes."

Tao Mu was even more unhappy.When he put on thick cotton trousers and jeans, he felt very bloated.Mr. Song was satisfied this time: "That's right. You have to wear thick clothes in winter, so that people can look warm."

Trying his best, he failed to keep the dignity of his idol who never wears cotton trousers, so Tao Musheng pulled out his phone helplessly.He has always been a person who is not easy for himself and will not make others feel good.This New Year's Eve, originally wanted to show kindness, and turned a blind eye to some old people's secret behaviors.But now... the baby is not happy anymore, so what do you care about your bastard?

Tao Mu snorted twice, signaling to Feixun Entertainment to send two reporters to stay outside Song Jiazu's grave.By the way, let Brother Dahui go over in advance to make some preparations.Although it is New Year's Eve, the entertainment industry has always celebrated the New Year when there is gossip, and it is over if there is no gossip.So the entertainment reporters and gossip paparazzi are also like the special jobs in the country, they have shifts and no holidays.Of course, as a boss who is keen to go home for the New Year, Tao Mu can't stop for those who can't go home for the New Year, or can't stop the New Year.The employees of Feixun Entertainment Department who need to always remember to dedicate themselves to the cause of gossip are also very good.Overtime pay for New Year's Day, which is ten times the daily wage, and the delivery of luxurious New Year's Eve dinners ordered from five-star hotels, to the point that the reporters from Feixun's entertainment department are about to fight for the eligibility for the New Year's Day shift——

As long as your family is by your side, you can celebrate the New Year every day.But ten times the overtime pay is only available for a few days!

Unaware of the fault of his grandson wanting to vent his anger on someone when things went wrong, Mr. Song stared at Tao Mu after changing his thick cotton trousers, then carried Tao Mu back to the kitchen, and prepared the dishes for ancestor worship with peace of mind.

When the dishes are ready, the old and the young solemnly place the 36 dishes of Song family dishes in front of the ancestor's spiritual tablet, bow three times and worship nine times, and respectfully invite the ancestors to taste them.After that, it is the itinerary to send the ancestors back to the ancestral grave.

Tao Mu noticed that after Mr. Song invited the ancestral tablet, he also held the red sandalwood box containing "Song Family Recipe".Can not help but be a little suspicious.

Faced with Tao Mu's doubts, Mr. Song didn't say anything.He sat on the back seat with a gloomy face, and the shadows on both sides of the driveway flew by, and Mr. Song almost melted into the darkness.

It was already past six o'clock when Liu Yaomengqi arrived at the Song family ancestor's grave with the old and the young.There was a fish belly white in the sky.

Yao Sheng'an, who arrived at the Song family's ancestral grave on time at four o'clock, waited in the car for more than two hours before he saw the Song family's car sending the ancestors off.Immediately got out of the car with a gloomy face: "Didn't it say four o'clock?"

Holding the ancestral tablet, Mr. Song glanced expressionlessly at Yao Sheng'an, who had a very unsightly face: "Didn't you say that you wanted to kneel in front of my father's grave for a day and a night. I was worried that your body would not be able to bear it, so I prepared to let you Kneel for two more hours. In the end, you didn't kneel."

"Then why are you here so early?" Song Daozhen looked at Yao Sheng'an suspiciously.

Yao Sheng'an was almost speechless by Song Daozhen's words.He almost forgot that Song Daozhen has been such a person who likes to beat back since he was young.

At that time, the Song family was not defeated.The old man of the Song family took in a total of two apprentices, one was him, and the other was Wang Yipin.Song Daozhen is the only son of the old man of the Song family, and also the only seedling of the Song family's generation.Being young, he is naturally loved.That's why Song Daozhen was also a lord of the underworld when he beat a child. His personality was out of character and he couldn't calm down. He was full of bad ideas and bad ideas.

Later, after going through that special era, the entire Song family died and scattered, and Song Daozhen was hit hard, so he couldn't recover from the setback.

Thinking of these past events, Yao Sheng'an couldn't help feeling a little bit embarrassed: "I didn't expect you to think so. If you explain it to me clearly, I will kneel here willingly and ask my teacher to forgive me."

Song Daozhen sneered: "What I think is my business. It has nothing to do with what you do. If you have the heart, since you are in front of the Song family's grave, you should kneel or cry, and the ancestors of the Song family can't jump out of the coffin Come out to stop you. Do you still need to ask others for permission?"

Song Daozhen was a person who never showed face to others in what he said or did.How do you want to stay? How to say: "You have to kneel in front of people to apologize, and let people watch you kowtow and offer incense. Whether you are sincerely apologizing or just pretending, you know."

Song Daozhen said, looking coldly at the two reporters who got out of the Yao family's car with the camera on their shoulders: "I'm just pretending to be sentimental. It seems that you don't want to play a show in front of me."

Song Daozhen invited the tablets of the ancestors of the Song family to the grave.In front of the ancestors, he returned the sandalwood box that Yao Sheng'an had sent back before: "When I sorted out the "Song Family Cookbook", I found that there were more than ten dishes in the back, which should not belong to the Song family. Now Return it to Zhao in its entirety."

The old man Song was still alive back then, and Song Daozhen had not inherited Song Ji, so he was not qualified to read the ancestral recipes.Song Daozhen based on the time - the day that Yao Sheng'an led someone to copy the Song family and robbed the ancestral recipes.After that day, Mr. Song tore up all the dishes recorded in the "Song Family Cookbook".Return it to Yao Sheng'an together with the sandalwood box.

"The family precepts of the Song family are not our Song family's property. You must ask for it yourself, and you must not be greedy. If there are any heirs in the family who study abroad, they must obtain the consent of the other party when recording the learned dishes in the "Song Family Cookbook". You can exchange recipes, or buy them with silver taels. If necessary, you can take care of the other party. If in the future, the descendants of the family who gave the recipes lost their ancestral secrets and asked the Song family to ask for it, the Song family should not evade it. Don’t use your broom to cherish yourself. Be grateful for the past The grace of passing on art..."

Song Daozhen stood in front of the Song family ancestor's grave and read a section of the Song family's family motto.Then he looked at Yao Sheng'an expressionlessly: "Mr. Yao has defected from the teacher's school and established his own family back then. Since then, he has ceased to be a member of the Song family. My Song family also does not want to have a good relationship with Mr. Yao, and I do not want to thank you for passing on art." So I will return all of your Yao Shengan's things to Zhao. You can order it yourself."

Yao Sheng'an looked at Song Daozhen with a complicated expression.This is the character of the Song family, even though it has been devastated by wind and rain, it is still the same as the original intention.

"This is my wish. It is also my compensation to the Song family. I hope you can accept it." Yao Sheng'an laughed at himself when he said this: "After all, I also learned this skill from the Song family."

"I said, I just want my Song family's recipes to be returned to Zhao. Since it is perfect, no matter if one dish is missing or more than ten dishes are added, it is not complete." Song Daozhen was very clear-headed: "Your cooking skills Although you learned from the Song family, you also deceived your master and exterminated your ancestors and betrayed your master. So you and my Song family have no kindness. If you forcefully mention the word relationship, it is also an enemy."

"If you still have a conscience, don't use the Song family's cuisine to benefit your Yao family. After all, you have established yourself. Instead of continuing to use the Song family's recipes secretly, you should find a way to promote the Yao family's cuisine, which can also be regarded as your Yao family. The name of the family is corrected."

Song Daozhen lit three sticks of incense while talking: "Now, kowtow to make amends. You can leave after kowtow."

Yao Sheng'an didn't expect that Song Daozhen would respond like this before he found a chance to attack.In a few words, all his previous plans were smashed to pieces.

That's why he hates people like the Song family the most. No matter what the temperament of the children of the family is, they always have such an old-fashioned and sour temper in their bones.In everything, there must be family rules and family laws.I don't even think about what age it is now.Everyone puts interests first, Song Daozhen holds "Song Family Cookbook" and guards such a ruined Song Ji, what can he do?

After another ten or eight years, Song Daozhen also died.The Song family is about to face the danger of losing their descendants and grandchildren's skills.Instead of watching these things being lost, it is better to let him use them.It can not only solve the crisis of Sheng'an Group, but also promote Song Ji's brand.

What's more, Song Daozhen is now the major shareholder of Sheng'an Group.It's useless for him to guard an empty Song Ji, it's better to let Sheng'an Group take care of it.The signboard of the Song family in Yexing also completely declined with the crisis of the Song family cutting off their children and grandchildren.

Song Daozhen didn't expect that Yao Sheng'an would still want to get Song Ji's idea, and suddenly he was so angry that he said, "Get out!"

Song Daozhen picked up a fire stick and directly beat Yao Sheng'an and the bodyguard reporter he brought out of the Song family ancestor's grave.Watching Yao Shengan hide behind the bodyguard in embarrassment.

"Think about it too. Don't be too emotional when you're old. Of course you hate me, but you don't want Song Ji to be lonely in your hands! Then what face do you have to meet the ancestors of the Song family? And you How can you explain to the ancestors of the Song family!" Yao Sheng'an knew Song Daozhen's weakness, and he stabbed Song Daozhen's heart with every word.

Seeing that Tao Mu didn't bring the reporters, Yao Sheng'an only brought the two cameramen who naturally turned towards him.His speech and demeanor suddenly relaxed a lot.In front of Song Daozhen, Tao Mu and the others, after brazenly speaking cruel words, surrounded by bodyguards, he got into the car and drove away.

Song Daozhen clutched his chest angrily and cursed.He had never seen such a brazen person.After killing the entire Song family, he still has the face to attack Song Ji.Even if he brought the plaque of Song Ji into the coffin, he would never let Yao Sheng'an succeed.

"Old man, don't be angry. This old bastard won't succeed." Tao Mu comforted his old man while looking at the two Feixun Entertainment reporters who made trouble out of nowhere, and Brother Dahui who came to make arrangements in advance.

"Is it all filmed?"

The two reporters nodded viciously.Yao Sheng'an is really shameless and shameless.Even the two of them, outsiders who were watching, couldn't stand it anymore.

Dahui walked to the back of the Song family ancestor's grave, and dug out a few pinhole cameras hidden in the corner for sneak shots.The sky was still bright, and it was dark everywhere. Yao Sheng'an and his people didn't notice these "organs" at all.

Tao Mu sneered.Life is good, and he has been so kind for two days, and someone really treats him as a saint.