'Why didn't you go play cards?' Han Songlin asked curiously when he saw Zhang Menglan sit down. Zhang Menglan: 'You didn't go play cards either!'
Han Songlin looked at Liu Yuyan, who had already sat down at the card table. Liu Yuyan usually didn't play cards, let alone play with other people outside.
Only when relatives have birthdays or during the Spring Festival will they play a game.
'It's not interesting!' Han Songlin had long since passed the age when he was interested in playing cards.
She laughed lightly, 'Is it because you're too young?'
'I mean it literally, I'm not interested in playing cards!'
Zhang Menglan didn't say anything more about this, but instead talked to Han Songlin about the sales of white wine in Hu Jian's area.
The sales of Fule white wine in Hu Jian's area were not very satisfactory, at least not to Zhang Menglan. She had promised Han Songlin that this would be done, and it was embarrassing that it had not been done.
Nationally, the sales in eastern Guangdong were the best.
There's nothing you can do about it. Eastern Guangdong is the most economically active region in China.
'This year, in Hu Jian's area, the sales of wine will definitely exceed 300 million yuan!'
Han Songlin said perfunctorily, 'I believe in you!'
He wasn't worried that Zhang Menglan wasn't doing her best or anything like that. After all, as a distributor of Fule wine, it was very profitable.
If it's profitable, then you'll work your hardest!
This is the same for both the bottom and the top of society.
The pursuit of money is now the driving force behind social development.
Facing Han Songlin's perfunctory attitude, Zhang Menglan could do nothing about it, as sales were not good last year.
Zhang Menglan had a word or two with her, when suddenly she heard someone say, 'Hey, why is he here?'
This aroused Han Songlin's curiosity. Who was here to cause such surprise?
The Han family had hired a troupe of opera singers, and the news had spread throughout the village two days ago.
So in the afternoon, many people who had eaten lunch and had nothing to do came to watch the opera.
During the Spring Festival, of course, there had to be rest, and all the farm work in the fields had to be put aside.
According to the saying passed down from the older generation, if you work hard during the New Year, you will be exhausted for the rest of the year.
Everyone was concerned about having a good start, so they naturally rested.
In the countryside in the 1990s, there were many people; when there were many people, it was lively, and during the New Year, there was a festive atmosphere.
But they also gathered together to chat, play cards, or a group of people would go out for a walk and have some fun at the temple.
Han Songlin was curious, but sat still.
When people came, they would naturally be visible.
Han Yufei came over from Liu Yuyan, and she came to take a nap.
She came directly over and held Han Songlin's leg without letting go, and climbed up.
Han Songlin couldn't help but smile, this little guy.
He picked her up and she immediately became quiet. She found a comfortable position and then closed her eyes.
Seeing this, Zhang Menglan took off the scarf around her neck and put it on Han Yufei. It was winter, so she didn't want her to catch a cold.
'Hey, you've already gathered around a table!' Liu Jiuyuan saw that several mahjong tables had already been set up, and he thought to himself, 'I'm late!'
Let's see, can I find four more people to make a table and play mahjong?
Han Songlin's expression at this time was a little playful.
Liu Jiuyuan, it seems, is living a pretty good life.
He's even found himself a new wife.
Really, not bad at all.
Zhang Menglan was also very surprised. Although it had been a while since the last time they played cards, she still remembered it.
Han Songcai had no mercy when he saw Liu Jiuyuan: 'Hey, Liu Jiuyuan, you're something. You just lost a woman, and you've already found another one!'
Liu Jiuyuan didn't seem at all angry about this, but instead had a smug look on his face. He even patted the woman next to him on the buttocks with his hand: 'This woman, I won her. She's much better than the last one.'
As he spoke, Liu Jiuyuan glanced down at the crowd sitting below the stage.
Zhao Li was holding her child and also saw Liu Jiuyuan. She gently bit her lip and didn't say anything.
Over the past year or so, Zhao Li had been living a good life. She had food to eat and drink in the Chen family, and she didn't have to do any work; this kind of life was undoubtedly what Zhao Li wanted.
Han Songlin frowned lightly. To be honest, he couldn't stand people like Liu Jiuyuan.
What could he say? The other person hadn't killed anyone or set fire to anything. He was useless to society, but he hadn't caused any damage either.
Zhang Menglan didn't even look over there, but stared at Han Yufei, who was sleeping soundly in Han Songlin's arms, with a smile on her face.
Little one, so cute, she likes her so much.
There was really nothing anyone could say against Liu Jiuyuan. Judging from appearances alone, the woman Liu Jiuyuan had brought along today was indeed a little prettier than Zhao Li.
Han Songcai's attention lingered on the woman for a while. Compared to He Hui's petite appearance, this woman did seem to have more charm.
'What? You want to lose to a woman again?'
Liu Jiuyuan really wasn't afraid of anyone when it came to mahjong.
Before, he had been ignorant of the new rules.
Now, Liu Jiuyuan had thoroughly understood the new rules.
More than a year ago, Han Songlin had come up with the future rules of mahjong, and in a short time, they had spread throughout Shuchuan.
Han Songlin didn't know what to say.
Anyway, in the music circle, everyone knows that both 'Bloodbath' and 'Blood River' were created by Han Songlin.
So, Han Songlin is also very helpless!
He didn't want to.
I wonder if, many years from now, Han Songlin will be crowned 'Bird God' for this.
'I dare to lose, do you dare?'
Han Songcai froze for a moment. He really didn't dare.
Subconsciously, he looked in the direction of Han Songlin. Han Songlin, the eldest brother, exerts too much pressure on Han Songcai.
Usually, Han Songlin doesn't care about Han Songcai at all, but it is precisely because he doesn't care that it is most fatal.
If you don't touch his bottom line, no one will even look at you.
Since Han Songlin has come to his senses, Han Songcai has felt that Han Songlin has changed, completely changed.
Han Songcai said, 'I have money, but I don't need to lose my wife.'
This made everyone laugh. This time, Han Songcai's table was playing for a relatively large amount of money.
At the other tables, people were playing for 50 cents, but at Han Songcai's table, they were playing for 5 yuan.
Liu Jiuyuan was so angry!
Over the past year or so, he had also won a lot of money, but the expenses were also high, and he really hadn't saved much.
Han Songlin no longer paid attention to what was going on over there. How they played cards was none of his business.
Seeing Zhang Menglan staring at the child with a look of fondness,
the opera ended at five o'clock, and everyone worked together to dismantle the stage.
The stage was made of planks, so everyone worked together and it was quickly completed.
The mahjong table also dispersed, and Han Songcai looked like he had a dark look on his face, obviously having lost quite a bit today.
Han Songlin didn't ask, as he didn't feel too good about Han Songcai's mahjong skills.
He remembered one thing very clearly: when Han Zeke was eleven or twelve years old, one year, they were also staying up late to welcome the New Year, and a few adults were playing mahjong at home.
Han Songqing lost thirty or forty yuan, and then Han Zeke woke up in the middle of the night and helped Han Songqing play a few hands, winning all of Han Songqing's money directly.
Instead, he lost money himself. Han Songqing instantly fell silent.