It has to be said that life is always full of accidents of one kind or another, and these accidents always lead to various necessities.

Song Bo can now ignore the iron farm at all, and it becomes Xiaoyuan's territory. Every day, Song Bo doesn't need to take care of the iron from entering and leaving the iron. Song Bo also arranged all the business and other things to Shang Bo. In Song Bo's words, work must be handed over to professionals. Just watch the amateurs. If all amateurs are involved in professional things, then one can only be said to be one problem, that is, society is going to regress.[]

Using this very beautiful reason, Song Bo successfully threw all the iron farm and the meat processing workshop to Shang Bo. He became the shopkeeper of the hand. He was a hand-shaking shareholder. He started to eat at home. He only made one or two weapons and other tools when the iron farm needed it. It can be said that Song Bo’s current life is completely a landlord II. He doesn’t have to work or work hard. He just waits to marry Song Bo’s cute and beautiful fiancée Cheng Huaibi in June.

If there is anything else that Song Bo is dissatisfied with all this, it is that Song Bo has not yet figured out who he has been framed. First, he was imprisoned in a confused manner, but the prison was all fake. Secondly, he died one after another and three people were counted on him. Although one person died because of himself, Song Bo didn't know who that person was. He only knew that he was going to be unfavorable to him. The last person, Song Bo's own judgment was that the guy was the guy who instigated Wei Laosan to buy his own knife. No one knew why he was killed.

If Wei Laosan was killed because the other party used the silence after using it, then why did this person die in the end? It was puzzled. However, what made Song Bo more satisfied was his current life. Although he was missed by others, Song Bo's personality really couldn't forget this matter.

Recently, there were two more stalls in front of Song Bo's house. The government's suspicion of Song Bo has not stopped. If Song Bo was not from the Song family in Youzhou, if it were not from the Song family in Youzhou, he would have been more powerful now. Song Bo would have been caught long ago and then beaten and forced to confess. He admitted that he had killed someone and was finally pulled to the street market and chopped down.

Since Ma Wu came last time, Song Bo hasn't gone out for about ten days. It's not that Song Bo doesn't want to go there. It's mainly because Song Bo feels like he has some magic power. He can encounter things as soon as he goes out. Maybe that bad luck hasn't passed. Maybe he will meet a dead person again.

Early in the morning, Song Bo shouted in his yard, "Ashou, A Yan, hurry up and have a meal. After dinner, let's go out to play." Today's Song Bo's clothes are new and super interesting. Because after all, summer is here. If you wear it so thickly, you can't live.

Song Bo wore super big shorts and a super big T-shirt. He looked hip-hop, and in addition to the hair buns of Tang Dynasty people on his head, he was completely dressed up as a modern person.

After a while, Song Bingshou and Song Bingyan came to Song Bo's yard. These two boys looked like two smaller versions of Song Bo, dressed exactly the same. However, the two guys were uncomfortable everywhere, and they always moved here and there. Obviously, they were extremely uncomfortable with the new clothes now.

"Well. It's not bad. Especially A Shou. Tsk tsk." Song Bo was very proud of his two sons' dress. Song Bingyan was fine, and he looked the same as Song Bo. However, Song Bingshou was the same. Although the boy had a bun on his head, in addition to the clothes he should have, there was also a big silver ring on his neck. He looked like he was a hip-hop boy. He just didn't know how his rap was.

"Aye, what kind of clothes is this? It looks like a Tianfang man. With a big bag head, it's a Tianfang merchant..." Song Bingyan was very dissatisfied with this outfit and kept complaining, but the face was flattering. There was no sign of any dissatisfaction. This strange scene only appeared in Song Bo's family.

"Well. Well. This clothes are all OK, but there is one thing that is bad. If you don't have a pocket, where can you put the food? It's a headache. Aye is really good. Make such a dress." Song Bingshou was holding sesame cakes in both hands. But he found that the sesame cakes could only be held. This brought quite inconvenience to him eating snacks.

"What are you talking about? This dress was designed by Aye, I personally designed it for you two. I still think it's not good. Take a look at the material. The best silk is so comfortable to wear. Look at this style, it's a must-have for traveling at home. You two kids are content." Song Bo touched the material and taught his two sons a lesson.

"What? Isn't it for my own show?" Song Bingshou looked like he was taught with his head down and his clothes were taught. However, he spoke in a voice that only he could hear.

"Okay. OK. How did you eat breakfast? It's great. Today we went out to play. We couldn't help but hold it in for more than ten days." Song Bo looked excited.

"Let's go. I haven't moved for a long time. I'm so impatient. By the way, Aye, do we have sugar cakes when we go out today?" Song Bo hopes most that he still has to eat salt cakes. It seems that his life was born for salt cakes.

"Yes, yes, go. I can't wait." Song Bo rubbed and put away as if a pervert saw a beauty.

This is often the case. When you have great aspirations for something, what you get is often disappointed or bored, or even a little bored. And Song Bo feels like this now. Song Bo, who had been in the house for more than ten days, had a very longing for going out shopping. He thought he could be very happy and had fun. As a result, here, in the East City of the Tang Dynasty, Song Bo was tired of it after half an hour of shopping. Is it just that?

"Aye, where is my sauté cake?" Song Bingshou, who has been asking Song Bo for sauté cakes since he left the house, has told Song Bo that he needs a sauté cake for countless times. Ah, no, it is a bag of sauté cakes. But Song Bo's answers are always

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer. You will have a bag of sugar pancakes. I promise, in front, I will go to the blacksmith shop. Wherever I go, I will make you a rouxyaki momo. How about it? It's very delicious." Song Bo took out his best way to coax his little baby.

"Really? Roujiamo? I want it all fat. Don't bring any lean meat. That way it will taste delicious." Song Bingshou was happy. Although this little fat man is not Song Bo's biological son, he is no different from his biological son in terms of body shape, deliciousness and personality. Song Bo's eldest son Song Bingyan is not like this. He was originally a beggar, good at talking and communicating, and he is more philanthropic. However, in the past two months, Song Bo has found that his son is becoming more and more stingy.
Chapter completed!