Song Chen was very efficient at work. At around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, he rushed to the door without closing the supply and marketing cooperative.

He successfully found Uncle Zhao, whom his father mentioned, and reached a deal with him to exchange for 5 kilograms of black noodles. This was a huge good thing for him.

With the black noodles, you can make dumplings and eat them during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Even if the dumplings don’t have meat, it will be delicious. I feel that I should continue fishing at night.

Then I took it to the supply and marketing cooperative to exchange it. After a while, I had something at home.

Qiu Li came back from work in the evening and found out that Song Xinhui asked her eldest son to go to the city to change things, which made her worried. Her son was only 13 years old. Can she do things well? She was restless while cooking and almost burned her hands.

When Song Chen stepped into the yard with the night, he saw his two younger brothers greeting him, handing them the bags on his body, and then walking into the room.

When Song Xinhui heard the cheers of his younger sons, he knew that his eldest son was back. He quickly said to Qiu Li, who was holding his face:

"I admit that I'm rash in what I've done today and I won't let my son go again next time."

"This is almost the same." Qiu Li was finally not so angry. She wanted to know if her eldest son had done the job, so she hurriedly put on her shoes and her eyes lit up after seeing the noodles bag in her hand.

"This is a white face."

Song Chen scooped out a scoop of water from the tank and said, "Mom, it's not white or black, because the fish I took was dead. Uncle Zhao said it was difficult to deal with at this time, so he could only give me this price.

If it is a live fish, it will not be black but white."

"Black noodles are fine!" Qiu Li was so happy. She felt the benefits of doing business for the first time. She quickly took the noodle bag and put it in the cabinet: "With the noodles, you can make dumplings during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Then, you can make leeks and egg fillings for you. A few days ago, weren't you yelling to eat it?

I didn’t dare to agree if I didn’t have any face at home. Today I promised you that I would definitely make dumplings for you during the holidays.”

Song Xinhui said with a pleasing look at this time: "Wife, what's my approach? If I hadn't asked my son to change things, our family wouldn't have black noodles, and we wouldn't have finished eating the fish, maybe someone would have discovered it!

At that time, I, the production team leader, will take the initiative to admit my mistakes in front of everyone, which will become a shameful thing."

Qiu Li glared at her man: "Don't think this is a movie like this. I won't discuss it with me next time I do this. Let's see how I deal with you two."

Song Chen raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his face: "Dad, mom, we have to go fishing tonight. If we change it a few more times, we will have something at home.

You are always worried that you will not be able to eat the food at home in autumn.”

Qiu Li frowned: "Can you still go to catch fish at night? It was not discovered last night, so it is difficult to guarantee that it will not be discovered tonight."

Song Xinhui thought for a while and said, "I will take my son to a farther place tonight. Everyone is not that far away at night and should not be discovered.

But in this way, the younger son can't be taken with me, so I will take the eldest and second son there."

Song Yuan was so anxious when he heard this, but he didn't know how to tell his father, so he could only look at his elder brother with a request for help.

Song Chen also felt that it was not appropriate to take my younger brother there. Not only was the long journey, but he couldn't help any practical things. Maybe he had to let his father carry him on the way back. He walked to his younger brother and squatted down and explained: "I won't take you to catch fish tonight."
Chapter completed!