Chapter 922 Chapter 922. Nonsense
With this feeling of indignation, the eldest aunt found Zhang Wang’s house: "Master Zhang, Master Zhang..."
The Zhang Wang family is very experienced in raising cattle and sheep (learned a lot). When my uncle and aunt came, they were a little embarrassed, so they just called them that.
Now that Zhang Wang’s family was called over, they were still full of enthusiasm: “What do you want to ask?”
There are so many questions I want to ask, but not now! The eldest aunt carefully considered her words: "Um...that...Master Zhang, have you had any contact with your children recently..."
Zhang Wang’s face suddenly became tense: “I don’t have children!”
"Yes, yes, I know!" My aunt couldn't say any more. Now she gritted her teeth and told the truth: "Well, my relatives in the town said that your children heard that you were dying, and they were all rushing here - oh, also I asked about it and said it was your eldest son who revealed it."
Zhang Wangjia’s face turned pale immediately and he staggered! My aunt was able to help her, and she quickly shouted to someone:
“Wulei! Wulei! Come and help me! Where is your dad? Ask your dad to come over on a tricycle. Let’s go to Tantan’s house—you, you, you, don’t move, watch the cattle and sheep!”
Wulei stood there blankly, always feeling as if something big had happened, but he couldn't participate at all...
At this moment, the uncle also heard the noise and hurriedly rode over. The Zhang Wang family took a deep breath and sat on the tricycle without help. Then he held the railing with one hand and said bitterly:
“You bastard!”
with gnashed teeth, blood and tears every word, which made my aunt’s eyes sore, and she quickly followed her.
…
Here, Ulan was wandering around in the yard, and the cold wind couldn't get rid of the fire even after blowing for a long time. Song Sancheng, who rarely smoked, squatted on the porch and asked, "What should we do? Ask Party Secretary Xiao Zhu to come over."
Only the old **** Song Tan was there: "Don't worry, I think Uncle Zhang understands it quite well. He even asked me to take him to the city for notarization before!"
"What kind of notarization?" Ulan shook his head: "That was the time, but as a parent, you have to be close to your children all your life! Later, there will be a group of sons and grandchildren holding his legs and crying. Do you think it will be difficult for him? Not difficult?”
She glanced at Song Sancheng and said, "Man, he wants a son from the bottom of his heart. When Qiao Qiao was born, he said happily: I also have a son!"
snort!
Ulan has to be strong throughout her life. This is not a big deal, but she can remember it for the rest of her life.
Song Sancheng said sarcastically: "I... I'm happy, but I'm also happy when Tantan is born! That's different!"
“Besides, I paid the Taoist priest Xian’er to get the name Tantan... I still had 50 yuan for five pounds of apples and two packs of candies! That was a lot back then!”
It's Qiaoqiao's turn, just take it!
A sandalwood tree and an arbor tree. Later, it was discovered that something was wrong with Qiao Qiao. Song Sancheng regretted it many times. Why didn't he give the child a good name?
But when I chose it at that time, people thought that my real name was the best...
Seeing that the matter at Zhang Wang's house had not been resolved, his parents started making a fuss, and Qiao Qiao was still nearby:
“Why don’t I pay for my sister’s name? Didn’t you bargain?”
Song Sancheng was stunned and replied: "Your sister was weak when she was a child and got sick all the time..."
At the same time, he also said: "Look at you, if I just say a word and you distort it, I am not the kind of person who favors boys over girls..."
Song Tan sighed.
To be honest, this was the first time she had heard about it, but the topic was beyond comprehension, so she simply skipped it:
“I don’t think Uncle Zhang will be soft-hearted—he has no worries now, so what’s the point of having a child?”
But people should get married as well. He wouldn't need the house after he died anyway, so he might as well find someone who could take care of him comfortably.
Men are different from women in being rational and calm in this regard.
Even if Zhang Wang’s family has no worries, if he has money, or if he is too soft-spoken, why would he let his children take care of him? After all, it’s your own children. If you die, the money will be divided between the house and the land... It’s okay too.
This is quite a smart thing to do, just for people like them...
“It’s strange to feel aggrieved.”
It makes sense, but Song Tan still wasn't worried and started laughing: "Then you just wait and see."
…
The tricycle arrived quickly.
By coincidence, Party Secretary Xiao Zhu also arrived, and he said to Song Tan, "I went to see Tian Tian to discuss the matter, and I took a look at the greenhouse. He took good care of her!"
The couple couldn't do much physical work, but the strawberries were taken care of so meticulously that they wished they could take care of them individually.
“Professor Song gave me the amount of water, fertilizer, and lighting time. I set the alarm clock on my mobile phone, and he was very meticulous.”
Just waiting on them, because they are used to propagate seedlings, there are indeed fewer strawberry fruits planted in the greenhouse, but the stolons are growing very fast and have begun to dig up the ground.
"That's right." Song Tan was also proud: "The three people's salary adds up to 6,500. Tian Tian will join the job after finishing the live broadcast. If you hire someone else, you have to pay for me. This is called secondment."
Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, glanced at her and said to herself that she was selling clothes in the city, and the commission, salary and bonus at the end of the year, combined, would make more than 10,000 yuan a month! When she comes back to earn your 3,500, isn't it because of her parents' salary?
“Why do you say that!”
Song Tan was so innocent: "Isn't there still the pie I drew?" Of course, the pie is edible. Whether it is for the long term or for the present, it all depends on Tian Tian's courage.
To be honest, in sales, there is no shortage of work at any time, and you can earn more money. If it had been anyone else, she wouldn't have accepted this pie.
But Song Tan only felt that it was a pity.
Tian Tian is an ambitious person who dares to think and act. Now with a little help, he can really make a career.
However, the focus today is obviously not Tian Tian, but the Zhang Wang family.
Xiao Zhu, the party secretary, asked another topic by the way: "Have you discussed it with your family?"
Song Tan came to her before and said she wanted to give a message to the lonely elderly people in the village: after they left, she would come to help prepare for the funeral and let her, the village cadre, be a witness. She would definitely be able to do the ashram rituals and do it decently...
Song Tan also got the idea from what Qiao Qiao said about Zhang Wang’s family’s reaction—
The old people in the village have been doing this all their lives. It really matters who has good funeral arrangements!
Now the government will not leave them unattended, but the government’s money is limited and it is for practical purposes, not for these things.
And she had selfish motives in doing this: to organize a free event, including a banquet and a dojo, etc., which cost her 30,000 to 50,000 yuan.
Thirty to fifty thousand dollars is nothing to her now, but if the old people have this promise, something will happen later. They really dare to come forward and can take action...
Song Tan whispered: "I discussed this with Teacher Tang."
Little old ladies are like smart people. They don’t spend much time in the countryside, but they have heard of so many of them!
Art comes from life, but it is not higher than life. Some things are ridiculous to write, but they just happen. The old lady who was hanged for 50,000 yuan is a real thing. Those people counted the moldy, sticky and bitten coins in a box all afternoon...
If you don’t want to read it, I’ll note the title and you can skip it.
Update 1, good morning.
(End of this chapter)