The doomsday gangster travels back to the 70s to be an educated youth in the countryside

A few rabbits were sold to Liu Zhonghua one after another, and two young goats were raised. In the days when raising rabbits and sheep with trepidation, time passed by.

The clouds are densely covered, large flakes of snowflakes are falling down, and small snowflakes are lightly falling on the branches and the ground.

In the falling snow, they ushered in the New Year of [-].

Early in the morning, Xie Cheng changed into the new clothes sent from home, and urged others to change into new clothes. Tang Jihai didn't plan to wear them at first, and he didn't have much feeling for the New Year.

However, Xie Cheng couldn't help nagging, "It's only once a year. If you don't wear new clothes during the New Year, what kind of New Year is it?"

Wu Ren pushed his glasses with his middle finger, and said, "Xie Cheng is right. Wearing new clothes during the New Year is a Chinese custom, and we can't easily forget it..."

Wang Chenggang straightened his clothes and interrupted Wu Ren in time, "Okay, stop, the first sentence 'Xie Cheng is right' is enough, and there is no need to say anything later."

Liu Xiaowu pursed his lips and snickered.

Maybe it was because the atmosphere was so good that it infected Tang Jihai, or maybe he was merciful and didn't want to disappoint everyone in this festive festival. In short, he pressed the corner of his mouth and took out the package from Tang Mengnan.

There were new cotton-padded clothes, scarves and socks in the package. The cotton-padded clothes and socks were hand-sewn at first glance, and they looked like a big centipede. The scarf was densely woven.

At the same time, Tang Mengnan's wife, Jiang Wenli, complained at Tang Mengnan's house in the provincial capital, "If you don't want to send it, you have to send it there. My little brother saw the big centipede on the cotton padded jacket, so he couldn't laugh to death."

Tang Mengnan was cheerful, sorting out a large package, "What's the matter, no matter how bad his sister-in-law is, it's still a gesture of kindness."

The package was very big, first he took out a bag of walnuts from it, Tang Mengnan stared, and said unforgivingly: "You are so heartless, these walnuts weigh about ten catties, if you don't keep them for yourself, why did you send them over here?"

Jiang Wenli glanced at him, and mercilessly exposed him, "Take off the smile on that face first, all the creases are showing."

"It's the right year, what's the pleats and not the pleats." Tang Mengnan then took out a bag of red dates and a bag of chestnuts.

Jiang Wenli was not calm anymore, she stopped to tidy up the house, came over and exclaimed, "Young brother, did you send all the stock at home?"

"Mom, what are you talking about? Wow, so much food." Hearing the voice, Tang Shiyi came out and saw that there were so many delicious food.

Tang Wenjie, who was just ten years old, also came out rubbing his eyes, leaning on the door frame and asking, "What's wrong, sister?"

"Brother, hurry up." Tang Shiyi grabbed a red date and ate it, "Mmm, it's really sweet, with thin skin and thick flesh."

Tang Wenjie walked over slowly, ate one like his sister, opened his eyes wide in surprise and said, "It's really delicious, mom, try it."

Tang Mengnan looked at the three eating jujubes, and patted the back of his son's head, "When I see my uncle, thank him well, it's all from your uncle."

"Uncle?" Tang Shiyi and Tang Wenjie looked at their father together, "The new uncle?"

They have heard from their mother about this, but they are very unfamiliar with the new uncle, after all, they have never seen him.

"Then what about the original uncle?" Tang Wenjie asked in a daze, "Isn't the original uncle celebrating the New Year with us?"

The joyful atmosphere just now froze suddenly, and Tang Mengnan's smile gradually disappeared.

Jiang Wenli glared at Tang Mengnan, then turned her head and shouted to push him away: "Go, go, grab some jujubes and go out to play, it will only add to the chaos."

Tang Wenjie didn't dare to ask when he saw his parents were serious and sullen.

"To be formal, you will only have one uncle in the future, named Tang Jihai." Tang Mengnan looked at his two children with a solemn face, "There is no such thing as the original uncle or the new uncle, remember?"

"grandparents…"

"Your grandparents know."

Tang Shiyi is 13 years old, and Tang Wenjie is ten years old. Some things can be understood, and some things can't be understood, but since their parents tell them, they will remember them.

Anyway, the original uncle didn't like them, and the new uncle didn't even meet them.

Tang Shiyi rolled her eyes around, ate another jujube, and took her younger brother out to play. If he can send them delicious food, he must be a very good uncle.

The two children went out to play, and the remaining two adults stared at each other, "They are so strict with the children, and the two children don't owe you or the old Tang family."

"Why are you angry?" Tang Mengnan put his arms around his daughter-in-law's skinny shoulders, and said earnestly, "I don't know what to do. If I meet Tang Jiming one day, no, he's called Ji Ming now." He said his name heavily, "The two children will go up and call me uncle, so I won't be mad at me."

Jiang Wenli wasn't really angry. Thinking of her brother-in-law before, she sighed, patted her husband's hand, and said comfortingly, "We are no longer a family with him. What are you thinking about him? Let's think about Ji Hai. This kid sent all his things here. I don't know how he will spend the New Year."

The person they were worried about put on new clothes at this moment, cooked a table of delicious food at noon, and gathered five people together, laughing and having lunch.

The custom here is to eat a big lunch and eat dumplings in the evening.

Everyone worked together to prepare a large table of dishes, including spicy rabbit meat, stewed soft and rotten pork ribs, stewed chicken with mushrooms, roasted pork with potatoes, tofu with cabbage, steamed yellow croaker, meatballs, and fried vegetarian meatballs.

There were too many dishes, and Tang Jihai sent a copy to Niu Peng. Those few were full of emotion. They were deeply trapped in the quagmire, their relatives and friends were trapped, and those who were still free did not dare to act rashly.

I have spent time and time again the Spring Festival in these leaky cattle friends, but this year I actually eat such a sumptuous New Year meal.

Old man Liu looked at a table of delicious dishes steaming hot, and blurted out: "If you have two more drinks, it will be perfect."

Old man Peng glared at him angrily, blew his beard and stared and said, "You still drink, you dissatisfied old thing."

Tang Jihai did have wine, and there was quite a lot in the space, so he pulled out a bottle of Fen wine in a short while.

The packaging on the bottle was completely torn off, just like the current wine.

But this wine cannot be given to those old men. First, the environment is not right. If someone finds out, it will inevitably cause trouble. Second, the old men will definitely not accept it.

As I was going back from the small path, I suddenly heard a faint sound.

Far away, the voice fell on the cold fluttering snowflakes, and they fell to the ground together.

Since the last supernatural breakthrough, Tang Jihai's five senses have become more sensitive. He followed the voice and finally heard the content clearly.

She raised her eyebrows and sneered, intending to show mercy and help this poor heroine who was deeply entangled by the village chief's bully son.

"Brother, where did you get the wine?" Xie Cheng took the wine, looked up and down, but didn't see why, and asked in a low voice: "Where can you hide the wine?"

Others also wondered, if Niu Peng really had wine, it would have been snatched away.

"There are so many questions, pour it." Tang Jihai tapped the bowl with his chopsticks, signaling to pour the wine.

Xie Chenggang was about to open the bottle to pour wine, but Wang Chenggang took the bottle away. Wang Chenggang grinned and said, "You little brat, what are you drinking?"

Xie Cheng: "... Who are you talking about, a brat?"

He is 16 years old, no, he is 17 years old during Chinese New Year, he pouted and replied in disbelief: "You can find a partner at the age of 17 in the countryside, I am not a child."

Wu Ren sighed faintly, "If you don't pout, you're still a little persuasive."

"Hahaha, that's right." Wang Chenggang filled up the wine for everyone, and when he came to Xie Cheng, he held up the wine and refused to pour it. Seeing him angry, he wanted to tease him more.

Xie Cheng rolled his eyes and begged Tang Jihai, "Brother, share some wine with me."

Tang Jihai smiled a little, "Aren't you afraid of getting drunk?"

"I don't drink too much, just a little." The thumb and index finger pinched together, "Just let me drink some!"

Tang Jihai nodded slightly, and Xie Cheng immediately picked up the wine bowl and poured it into his own bowl.