Vol 311 Chapter 632: 632 passed

Chapter 632 632. One pass

A few minutes after Tian Tian's motorcycle left, Song Tan's pickup truck also stopped at the door.

Before she could ask Sesame in the yard outside, Wulan and Song Sancheng got out of the car.

The former is beaming with joy, and the latter is also proud.

“Oh, I said it’s not difficult to get a driver’s license. No, it’s just a snap! It’s so easy! Tan Tan, what kind of car do you think I should buy later?”

Song Sancheng smiled so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes. He was thinking about where to drive the car after he got it.

Ulan glanced at him and said, "Just pass with a score of 91 and you'll be so proud! Those who don't know would think you're taking the fourth grade!"

Song Tan also wanted to laugh.

Her father is already so proud that those who don’t know better actually think that he is sure to get his driver’s license—in fact, he just took the first test this morning.

When he lined up to enter the examination room in the morning, he was still reading questions on his mobile phone.

However, she didn't get involved in the quarrel between her parents. Now she got on the back of the car and raised her voice again and shouted:

“Qiaoqiao, come out and see your new car!”

That’s right, after waiting for so long, the second person from the Old Song family to drive a new car was none other than Qiao Qiao!

And Qiaoqiao had already rushed out of the yard. Looking at the tricycle in the back of Song Tan's car, her eyes were bright. She was holding on to the fence and wanted to get on it immediately!

“Sister! This is the tricycle I want. It’s so beautiful!”

Isn’t it just beautiful? Even Song Tan, who puts pragmatism first, can't help but feel excited now -

The car is just like Qiaoqiao said, it is a dreamy rainbow color.

The color is a fresh macaron color. The saturation is not high, but it is light and bright. People can't help but feel happy when they see it.

 And the snow-white cloud hood that was custom-made at a high price on the car trembled slightly as the people moved it, not to mention how cute it was.

This car cost more than 5,000 yuan. It can be repainted and added with a hood, and the price is already 5,000 yuan.

When he paid for it, Song Tan almost regretted it—if he had known this, he might as well have bought a rocker!

Even if one costs 500 yuan, it’s enough to buy ten of them! Qiao Qiao sits on it and can sing several songs high and low!

Besides, such a beautiful car seems to be a waste of money whether it is hauling fertilizer or firewood, and Qiao Qiao may not be willing to part with it...

It is really a children’s toy that is not useful but looks good.

but.

The nature of human beings is to look at appearance.

Regardless of how useless the car was, when it was lifted to the ground by everyone, Song Tan was the first to sit on it, and said to Qiao Qiao who was looking at him longingly with a serious face:

"Don't worry, sister, try to see if there is anything wrong with the car first. If there is something wrong, you have to call the after-sales service."

Qiaoqiao is a good boy, how can he understand the sinister intentions of adults? What's more, it's his sister whom he trusts so much.

At this moment, he took a step back obediently, and then said seriously: "Well, sister, you must check it carefully and don't let my big flower get damaged."

What flower?

Song Tan was stunned.

Qiao Qiao naturally pointed to the tricycle in front of her: "Look at it, it's colorful and colorful, so of course it's called Big Flower."

Song Tan: ...It’s okay not to have this name.

She couldn't help but said: "Then it's better to just call it Dahong. Rainbow's rainbow is more appropriate."

Qiaoqiao thought for a while: "But other people don't know that the rainbow is a rainbow. What if they misunderstand that it is red?"

what to do? Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, just misunderstanding. Will there be any impact if the name of the tricycle is misunderstood?

But Qiaoqiao disagreed.

“In this case,” he looked at the snow-white clouds on the hood of the car and made up his mind:

“Just call it Da Duo, don’t change it!”

Song Tan: ...I can only say that it’s good that my brother is happy.

Don’t mention it, this car drives really well!

It was approaching noon, and all the workers had gone back. Even Sun Ziqiang went back to Grandpa Song Tan’s place to wash up. There was really no one else in the yard.

But this does not prevent Song Sancheng from showing off to the whole house at all:

“Actually, I failed the mock test because I didn’t pay attention.”

“No, I crammed this morning and did the exercises while waiting in line. Didn’t I just pass this subject? It’s very easy!”

“Oh, if I hadn’t been too busy at home before, I would have taken the test long ago. I’d probably have my driver’s license by now…”

He kept saying similar things over and over again until seventh cousin's ears almost grew calluses.

At this moment, I asked him: "I heard that there are very many people who fail the second subject. Who will pass this subject first, you or Wu Lan?"

Ah this.

Song Sancheng is showing off, but he still knows in his heart, who of the two will pass the second subject first... I really can't say.

He stopped instantly.

Professor Song led the students to smile glumly.

Until Yan Ran also took a shower and came downstairs - there was nothing we could do, they were fermenting fertilizer on the mountain.

The pungent smell of ammonia fertilizer makes people unable to open their eyes. My clothes were soaked through now, and I couldn't bear not taking a shower when I got back.

It is always more troublesome for a girl to take a shower than a boy, so she is the last to get down.

Seeing Song Tan driving the car into the yard with satisfaction, she quickly asked:

“Song Tan, didn’t you say there are still mung beans in the field to harvest? When do you plan to harvest them? I’ve seen it rained again in two days.”

Song Tan waved his hand: "Don't worry, someone is here to do the work. Otherwise, how could I be willing to ask you to go to the ground in such a hot day?"

“There are more shades of trees on the other side of the peach grove and it’s not that hot. You can work slowly while thinking about it, don’t be in a hurry.”

Zhang Boke has always been in the habit of preparing fertilizers. On the edge of the hillside, there were countless large and small fermentation piles before Professor Song came.

Now they are allocating more, and when the mountains are tidied up and the temperature drops a little, the first wave of base fertilizer can be spread into the ground.

Yan Ran was a little puzzled: "Didn't you say that there is no one in the village now?"

Song Tan smiled, told them about Tian Tian, and couldn't help but praise:

“Sun Ziqiang said, these two siblings may have done it! Look at the sesame seeds outside, they cut them all in the morning, and they worked very hard.”

But it’s too hard. Song Tan was afraid of exhausting the growing child, and was wondering whether to give him another job!

But Yan Ran’s focus is not here.

She asked curiously: "You said that Tian Tian's younger brother wants to attend a cram school and has no money - what does he want to learn?"

"English."

“How simple that is!”

Yan Ran was instantly pleasantly surprised: "Tell him, without mentioning the salary, he will help your family with work every morning and evening. When it gets hot, come here, and the three of us can give him tutoring."

She blinked: "This way you won't be exhausted, and some chores around the house will be done. By the way, I can save some wages for you."

Otherwise, the four of them would feel bad if they were eating and drinking here for free every day!

If this little favor can help, that would be great.

Yan Ran still felt a little guilty after finishing speaking.

Song Tan:…

She rubbed her hands, looking troubled and sincere.

“In this case, are you too tired?”

Good night. In fact, this book has been written until now. Because it is a long novel with many characters and plots, there are many chapters where the perspective changes. Don’t fall behind.

Also, there are many plot points in my mind that will follow. If I haven’t written them down, it means the plot hasn’t developed yet, so don’t worry, don’t worry.

Finally, this is actually a running-down daily novel, with no substantial conflict and progress, and the purpose is to make everyone relaxed and happy.

(End of this chapter)

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