Chapter 358 358. Brother Zhang’s anger
Song Dafang was even dissatisfied and continued to give advice:
“No wonder Qiaoqiao said your watermelons cost 20 yuan a pound, and then used this to ask me for favors... The cost of this is all due to the shipping fee!”
—I can’t bear your words anymore.
Brother Zhang crossed his arms angrily.
“Who said that? Song Tan never offers free shipping when selling things. What’s more expensive is the shipping fee...it’s not your business, what do you know?!”
He was very tanned from running back and forth during this period. Now he is either carrying watermelons or green peaches every day, and his body has become stronger. Now he stood forward angrily, and Uncle Song subconsciously took a step back, short of breath.
Fortunately, the uncle is not alone. Mao Li and he are indeed a family. At this moment, he frowned:
"What are you doing? We asked you to send a parcel, but you were quite aggressive. Why can't we find a courier and it has to be you? Get out of the way!"
“What?!”
Song Tan placed the cardboard box on the ground and looked at the couple who had no ac number:
"My business, the express delivery I'm looking for, if you have any objections, you can pay for it!"
“Uncle, you still say that Qiaoqiao and I are ignorant. You are sensible. When you arrive at my grandpa’s house, you don’t first say you want to see the old man. Then you open your mouth and start saying nasty things. If you tell the people in the village later, they will definitely laugh at you!”
Hehe, if her grandfather hadn’t gotten older and her father had been soft-hearted, who would have cared about such a relative?
But seeing her grandfather’s attitude recently... he might be better than her father!
Song Tan was happy again.
Song Dafang's face was dark and gloomy.
He was particularly concerned about his face. He couldn't get angry when he heard these words, so he was so depressed that he just "hummed" and walked into the yard.
He saw his father squatting on the porch, holding a familiar pipe and pot in his hand, puffing on smoke and looking at him with an incomprehensible expression.
This made his heart skip a beat.
Here, Brother Zhang had just spoken out against Song Tan's relatives, and he was feeling a little regretful when he saw Song Tan raise his hand and give him a thumbs up!
He immediately started laughing -
Get it, who doesn’t have one or two annoying relatives in their family?
…
In the yard, Song Dafang and Song Youde, father and son, avoided looking at each other and fell into strange silence at this moment.
Mao Li thought that the two men had something to think about, so she started looking around the yard.
First he walked up to Qiaoqiao and asked the pile of things on his chopping board: "Qiaoqiao, what are you doing?"
Qiaoqiao glanced at her eldest aunt inexplicably: "I'm cutting the watermelon rind. Don't you know auntie?"
Mao Li: ...take a deep breath.
She suppressed the rolling of her eyes: "Of course I know the watermelon rind. I'm asking you why you cut it? You won't want to throw it away after eating it, right?"
It’s a shame I didn’t bring Ziyi here today, otherwise I would have no future prospects just by looking at the poverty in the countryside!
Qiao Qiao nodded seriously: "Yes, the watermelon rind is so delicious that I can't bear to throw it away. I happened to make the watermelon candy last time, and my seventh cousin said it wasn't hot enough, so I'll try it again."
After he finished speaking, he got back to work.
Mao Li curled her lips.
Ziyi has been eating imported food since she was young. Watermelon candy is made at home, but she doesn’t know how much sugar is put in it? Not healthy at all.
"It's good to live with our dad. I have no room at home, and I can take advantage of the opportunity to occupy our dad's yard. Thirty percent, living here with my dad doesn't feel the same as at home, right?" What a guy!
Song Tan pushed the cardboard box into Brother Zhang's hand, thinking that I haven't shown my power yet, how dare you be so angry with my dad?
She also chuckled: "That's good. So I want to build a new house. Auntie, how much are you and uncle going to pay?"
“I forgot to mention it.”
“Our family will prepare the materials when the time comes, which will cost ten or twenty thousand. My uncle is the eldest son, so he can’t have less than us, right?”
Mao Li was confused.
What comes out? Are you trying to make money from them by tearing away the broken bricks and tiles from the old house over there?
Dream!
She also looked solemn:
“Tan Tan, I’m not telling you, you’ve been very unreliable since you came home.”
"Don't tell me that you insist on farming at home, just tell me that you asked the old man to build a house - how old is the old man? Can he withstand all these twists and turns? Isn't the house at home good? You insist on calling them two What are you doing with your money?”
“Let me ask you, this house has been built, there are decorations inside, and furniture and appliances need to be purchased. Where did the money come from?”
“Besides, you didn’t discuss this matter in advance. I’m telling you now, your uncle and I don’t agree.”
“Why do you disagree!”
Song Youde knocked his pipe pot on the steps: "I want to build my own house. Why don't you agree? It cost you money to build this house?"
That is definitely not the case. The house was built when Song Dafang was a teenager. It was repaired and filled in over the years.
“That’s not what I said…”
Song Dafang twitched his lips: "Dad, you are getting older now, and sometimes your mind is confused. Am I not afraid that you will be deceived?"
Song Youde glanced at him and said, "You're weird for thinking about it - well, when you bought the house in the city, you took 50,000 from me. I never told Sancheng about this."
“Now I want to build a house. I don’t want interest, and I don’t care whether it’s inflation or not. Just give me the 50,000 yuan and you don’t have to worry about building a house.”
Song Dafang bought the house 20 years ago. It was a small town and the house prices were not expensive. In addition, the land had not yet been developed at that time, and housing prices were shockingly low compared to today!
Where is the need for 50,000?
It cost him 32,000 yuan, and he spent the remaining 18,000 yuan plus the money he had saved over the years to win the small store.
After so many years, he has long forgotten this matter - isn't it natural for a father to buy a house for his son?
Now that Song Youde said it in front of everyone, his face turned purple and he felt like his face was about to be peeled off.
He couldn't help but feel a little resentment in his heart - his father had given him an unknown amount of 30% subsidy over the years, and now he had to use the 50,000 yuan to talk about things. He really didn't trust his eldest son!
At this moment, he only felt the heat on his back, as if everyone was staring at him and laughing.
At this moment, I could only hold back the resentment and whispered: "Dad, we are talking about you building a house. Why do you have to build this house?"
“Besides, can I spare you the 50,000 yuan? It’s just that Ziyi has a lot of money to spend money on now, and she can’t spare any time. How can I, as a son, not be filial to you?”
“That’s impossible to say.”
Song Youde said slowly: "There are many filial old men in this village who don't have sons. Ziyi spends a lot of money. Who said her parents are so incompetent that they can't afford to give birth to a daughter?"
"As a father, you did a very poor job in educating Ziyi and her father."
When I go back to my hometown, I will be very degraded... Who can be worse than me! I finished writing but I overwrote and lost track of time...
The leave note was gone as soon as it was rattled.
Good night, dragon and phoenix!
(End of this chapter)