Chapter 357 357. Old man’s subsidy
Only Qiaoqiao hummed, stirring the green peaches in the basin, and said loudly:
“My uncle thought the watermelons we sent last time were too small, and he said my sister was a profiteer!”
Song Tan's eyes lit up - Good Qiaoqiao, my sister's love for you is not in vain.
but…
"This is so inappropriate," Song Tan looked at the suddenly quiet courtyard and her mother's dark face, and said seriously at this moment: "Uncle is obviously not so direct."
Qiaoqiao thought about it carefully, and finally admitted her mistake obediently: "Okay, uncle didn't say so directly that the watermelon was small."
Turning his head again, he saw that Ulan had already taken out a big melon from the house with a sullen face, put it on the table, and cut it in half with a knife!
Song Tan: ...Oh no!
Ha
But Ulan slapped the knife on the table with a "snap" sound, and said in a strange tone: "That's it! Even our own family is reluctant to eat a real big melon."
Song Tan: ...the big melon on the table, do they cut it or not?
…
At this time.
A half-new but not old car has successfully turned onto the mountain road. Song Dafang and Mao Li are sitting in the car.
Originally, he planned to bring his son and daughter-in-law with him, but his son was too lazy to ask for leave and his daughter-in-law was eager to come. However, Song Dafang felt that as a junior and a woman, she had no room to speak, so she might as well stay at home and take care of Ziyi.
So the couple embarked on the return journey with the same anger.
And Mao Li was also filled with anger:
"Thirty percent is too much this time! If you don't have enough money to build your own house, just encourage the old man to pay for it from us!"
“I didn’t even ask him whether he asked the old man to subsidize him privately, but he still had the nerve to say anything about building a new house for the elderly! Bah!”
She had thought about this possibility many times, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was like this, so she decided to put some pressure on Song Sancheng, so she made the call when she was almost there.
At this moment, she was still indignant in the car:
“Everything in other people’s families is decided by the eldest son and grandson. In your family, the old man is worried about the younger son, and he takes advantage of everything.”
“That is to say, when the land was divided, it would take half an hour to walk no matter how far away our home was!”
“His is better, right at the doorstep!”
“When we were building the house, the old man also helped us, and he also helped us when we were farming. Why didn’t we see them helping our family? I was stunned to see such a large area of the mountain being barren…”
“Looking at us living in the city, I thought we were enjoying the blessings with our legs crossed every day! When we asked to build a house, we built a house, and when we asked to get money, we took money—how could it be that easy..."
“That’s it.”
Song Dafang has been listening to her chattering here all morning, and he is also upset at this moment.
But I have to say that some of his words really came from his heart. But after all, he thought he was his biological father, so he reluctantly said:
“Our mountain is more forested than the third family’s.”
"many?"
Mao Li scoffed directly: "Can it be valuable? How much is it worth? Apart from cutting firewood, can it be used for anything? Can we burn firewood at home?"
“Besides, the boss doesn’t get much!”
After saying this, Song Dafang also fell silent.
The car turned a corner, and there was an old pothole on the concrete road ahead, so it bumped hard.
Mao Li said "Ah", and then saw a similarly old truck driving smoothly and steadily in front of her, and couldn't help but sneer again: "Who is this? This truck is an old model and is still driving!"
Song Dafang also took a look, and then said:
Mao Li’s understanding of cars is limited to looking at the brand—one with four circles is definitely more expensive than one with two red wings. This is her philosophy. Therefore, she will think twice about this: driving a good car will give her face, but she doesn’t want to drive this old car and be criticized by others...
Hence no objection.
What's more, she also has her own selfish motives. She bought the car for her family. If the old man takes away the money if she doesn't buy the car, how much will the old house she built be worth?
Maybe it will be cheaper for Song Sancheng in the end.
She can still calculate this account clearly.
At this moment, the truck in front turned to the left and stopped steadily and familiarly at the door of the old house.
Mao Li immediately stretched her neck: "Who is this? You shouldn't be looking for Tantan to buy watermelons, right?"
Not to mention, the old man must have worked hard for their land. Look at this kind of watermelon, the taste is incredible!
She babbled: "...I will carry a few more with me when I leave, and I will share some with my parents when I return..."
At the same time, he couldn't help but think: "You said it's useless to have so many trees on our mountain. Then ask the old man to help us plant watermelons. At worst, can't we travel by ourselves?"
If this melon could really be sold for 20, wouldn’t it be a huge profit?
Song Dafang closed the car door and held back his heartbeat: "Okay, don't talk about this at home. Ask about the house first."
…
At this moment, Brother Zhang had already begun to open the carriage and took out bundles of packing boxes and plastic films.
Song Tan came over to help, and heard him laugh:
"The sender looks familiar to me. It looks like the one you usually send to the imperial capital. He must be a friend, right? It's ice transportation again. I thought they would send you something special, so I hurriedly sent it to you."
After all, the journey from the city to the town is one day later than the normal time limit. If you delay any longer, I'm afraid the contents will become stale.
Song Tan was also interested: Oh, that benefactor?
She poked her head and looked at it: "Let me take a look at things!"
Brother Zhang glanced at the carriage awkwardly: "What about that... I forgot about it when I was packing it, so I stuffed it in the back."
Song Tan:…
Alright.
She then took a bundle of cardboard boxes in one hand and lifted them down quickly.
At this moment, I saw a familiar figure beside me, and I couldn’t help shouting:
“Uncle, why are you here so soon? I thought it would be noon!”
Song Sancheng who was in the yard heard the sound, looked at Ulan with a gloomy face, and finally came out, twitching the corner of his mouth: "Brother, you are walking so fast..."
Song Dafang stood at the door and looked at Song Tan and the pile of cardboard boxes in her hand with a serious face:
“What is this for?”
Hearing Song Tan call him uncle, Xiao Zhang thought he was a member of his family and said with a smile: "I'm sending a courier. I'm afraid there will be a lot of parcels today, so I brought some more packages."
Song Dafang frowned and said disapprovingly: "The Fengfeng Express written on your car - Isn't Fengfeng Express very expensive?"
Brother Zhang became proud: "It is expensive, but it also guarantees timeliness!"
And the price he gave Song Tan was already very low.
Just as he was hesitating, he saw the middle-aged man in front of him saying to Song Sancheng who was standing aside:
"Thirty percent. I'm not telling you. You don't worry about your family's business at all. You leave it all to your children. What do they know? What can't be sent by express delivery? You have to use Fengfeng Express? I don't know how much it will cost! "
Qidian sent me a leave note this month!
You can also overdraft next month’s leave note!
I have a bold idea...
(End of this chapter)