PFC Chapter 893
Chapter 893
Chapter 893
Zhou Chen looked at the time, it was 11:57, and said with a smile: "Okay, let's set off the fireworks. Uncle bought so many fireworks, let's show them off tonight..."
"Ahem...for the sake of celebration!"
Zhou Guanghua bought fireworks and firecrackers worth two thousand yuan at the market today.
The trunks of the four cars were packed full.
I thought of the five thousand yuan my father saved by living frugally.
He felt uncomfortable.
He decided to give his father 10,000 yuan a year for living expenses starting this year.
I also need to hire a nanny to take care of my father.
at this time......
There was a crackling sound outside.
Most villagers bought single firework tubes.
Only those few businesses set off boxed fireworks.
Zhou Chen and Zhou Qingqing carried five boxes of fireworks out.
Zhou Guanghua and Zhou Guangming also moved five boxes.
Ten boxes of fireworks cost nearly 600 yuan, which is equivalent to one month's salary for low-income people.
He Ying was knitting in the yard. Seeing Zhou Guangming still carrying fireworks outside, she couldn't help but say, "Can't we save some for tomorrow?"
Zhou Guanghua came over and took two more boxes: "No, I heard that Lao Jiao also bought a lot, we can't let them outsell us..."
Twenty boxes of fireworks and ten boxes of high-altitude fireworks.
"Uncle, Dad, you guys light the fireworks, I'll take a picture..."
Zhou Chen turned on the camera function, but even the Motorola V4000, which cost 3 yuan, had poor night photography capabilities.
Zhou Yongfu turned on the street light outside the yard, and the light became better.
Zhou Guanghua and Zhou Guangming quickly lit the fuse with cigarette butts.
shhhhhh!
The fireworks exploded after they were launched into the sky, colorful and brilliant.
Zhou Chen took a few photos, edited them into a MMS and sent it to Tang Wan.
【Wanbao, Happy New Year...】
These few short words convey Zhou Chen's infinite longing.
"Wow, look at that..."
Zhou Qingqing suddenly pointed to the dark ridge of the field.
Zhou Chen looked up and saw circles of red lines spreading rapidly.
It's like a red-hot iron chain.
Zhou Guanghua, still holding a cigarette in his mouth, squinted his eyes and stared at the field, muttering: "What the hell is that..."
The next second, a deafening sound of breaking through the air resounded through the sky.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
It was like raindrops falling in reverse.
Dense points of light rose high into the sky.
Bang bang bang!
Hundreds of fireworks exploded in the air.
The pitch-black Baiyang Village was illuminated as if it were daytime.
Zhou Guanghua was stunned and the half-smoked cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground.
Zhou Guangming opened his mouth slightly and his eyes were wide open.
He Ying stopped knitting and looked up at the sky with a shocked expression.
Zhou Yongfu also came out from the yard.
Throughout Baiyang Village, all the villagers ran to their own yards and looked up at the sky.
The sound of breaking air was continuous and the sound of fireworks exploding was incessant.
The whole sky was filled with fireworks.
The red-hot iron chain just now was the fuse.
The fuse to ignite hundreds of boxes of fireworks at once.
The earth was illuminated, and dense fireworks could be seen in the fields.
That’s thousands of boxes of fireworks.
"So...so many fireworks...oh my god..."
Zhou Qingqing was so excited that she almost cried.
“Fuck… this… this fucking guy bought the fireworks factory?”
Zhou Guanghua spoke incoherently, felt his pocket, found no cigarettes left, picked up the fireworks that had just fallen on the ground, put them in his mouth and took a deep puff.
Zhou Guangming turned his head and looked at Zhou Chen and asked, "Zhou Chen, you are short of money today, are you going to use it to buy fireworks?"
Zhou Chen put his hands in the pockets of his down jacket, looked up at the countless fireworks in the sky, and murmured: "This is not my fault..."