Chapter 974 974. The generosity of grandpas
Professor Song is busy collecting seeds and making preliminary plans for next year’s observation.
The seventh cousin expressed disdain for reporter Yu and others who had not heard from them for a long time, and then took the radish leaves they did not want and mixed a pot of delicious stuffing.
“What do you think? I don’t even want such good radish leaves.”
Qiao Qiao shook her head: "I think the journalist sister is very smart. They can't eat so many green vegetables at once. They have more delicious lettuce, yellow cabbage, and black cabbage. Why do they still need old radish leaves?" If you turn it into radish and cabbage, it can last for a long time.”
He is very considerate and considerate: "It is not easy to make money. My journalist sister spends more than my monthly salary to buy food for her family... Of course, I have to choose something that can last longer."
Okay, okay, the whole family knows that your internship salary is 50 yuan a day!
The seventh cousin couldn't bear it anymore and stared at Song Tan: "When will Qiao Qiao become a full-time employee? These days, my salary as an apprentice is more than 1,500."
Song Tan also spoke plausibly: "The internship period in other companies is one year, but Qiao Qiao has only been working for ten months."
Qiao Qiao looked around and suddenly became happy: "Then after 12 months, can I become a full-time employee?"
He clasped his fingers: "One, two, three...Sister, I will go home at the end of February, and I will start my job in March, so there are still three months left!"
Then he looked at Song Tan expectantly: "Then how much will my salary be after I become a full-time employee?"
Song Tan:…
It can be seen that learning too much mathematics is not good, Qiao Qiao will settle the score.
She thought for a while and said sincerely: "You have performed very well this year. After much thought, I decided to increase your daily salary of 80 yuan to 100 yuan after you become a full-time employee!"
She said quite proudly: "Look, the minimum monthly salary is 3,000. If you use 1,500 to raise a few treasures, you will still have 1,500 left. Whether it is to buy gifts for your sister, your parents, or... If you buy gifts for a few babies... you will have money!”
“How is it? Doesn’t it feel very luxurious?”
Qiaoqiao's mood also rose and fell with her words, and finally she said blankly: "But my salary hasn't been raised yet!"
“Besides,” he said seriously, “I should have more than one thousand and five yuan left every month—sister, you said before that I can have five yuan left every day!”
Song Tan:…
“Yes, yes, I said it—oh, our Qiaoqiao is really a good accountant!”
She praised her so directly and so harshly that even the old Song family couldn't bear to look at her. However, Qiao Qiao raised her chin proudly and reservedly: "It's just so so, it's all thanks to Teacher Xin's teachings - I can calculate probabilities now!"
Everyone couldn't help but look at Xin Jun - you are a teacher, why do you just teach your children math without teaching them the sinister nature of people's hearts?
It doesn't matter whether he learns the negative number earlier or later, but if he is not made aware of his sister's cheating, his salary will become negative in the future.
Xin Jun was not in a hurry. He smiled and said, "There is no way that my salary is also paid by his sister."
This look of bending down for five buckets of rice is obviously very straightforward.
While everyone was chatting, the whole family, young and old, showed off their talents with the big pot of stuffing, and finally succeeded in making a bunch of grinning buns.
They are ferocious and weird, with their big mouths showing their belly full of stuffing... The taste is not affected, but it is really an eyesore.
Song Tan said innocently: "You can't blame me, I really don't have the skills to cook." Mrs. Tang patted the remaining flour on her body and said in a low voice: "Don't get excited, after all, you still eat the same thing when eating steamed buns. There is no need to just focus on the appearance of the feelings and taste.”
“Ha!” The seventh cousin doesn’t drink this kind of evil chicken soup. He ordered at this moment: “Qiao Qiao, steam all these ugly buns they made. Whoever makes them will eat them.”
As for the good buns they made, they were naturally stuffed into the freezer and saved for breakfast later.
In the evening, Party Secretary Xiao Zhu came over and said hello to Song Tan in advance: "Is your single dormitory available for rent? I want to rent six rooms to tidy up. My grandfathers will probably come over after New Year's Day."
Song Tan was puzzled: "Come so early? There's no meat to eat since it's early. We can just go back and forth on the same day."
Xiao Zhu, the party secretary, thought that this was not my decision. What's more, it's a good thing that we have a single dormitory, otherwise if we were to live in a fellow villager's house, it would be very lively up and down!
In front of a room full of people, she kept talking nonsense with her eyes open: "After New Year's Day, it's the time for college students to have a holiday, and the Chinese New Year is coming soon. You don't know how scary the wave of returning home is - be careful, or you won't be able to buy tickets." ”
Ulan sighed: "I just said that the pigs will be slaughtered late this year, and it will be difficult to buy tickets in the New Year. Why don't all Qiaoqiao's fans come in advance?"
They said they would not allow people who came in advance to stay here, but they couldn’t control other people’s behavior. What’s more, it’s true that it’s not easy to buy tickets.
But this pig is still growing meat every day. If you kill it in advance, you will lose more than ten kilograms of meat, so who is willing to give it up?
Song Tan thought for a while and sighed: "Mom, ask a few people in the village to help clean up our staff dormitories and single dormitories tomorrow."
Hang the curtains when it’s time to hang the curtains, prepare the mattresses and bedding, and prepare the mattresses and bedding. The electrical appliances are almost installed before, and then just bring some scattered daily necessities.
“Let’s rent these out when the time comes. A four-person dormitory for staff costs 500 a month. A single dormitory starts at 1,000 depending on the area.”
Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, was puzzled: "This is not your iron-rooster style? Why is the rent only 1,000? Are you rich?"
Land and houses in the countryside are worthless, but prices always follow demand. Otherwise, how could those B&Bs dare to open hundreds of dollars a night?
Song Tan’s monthly subscription is only 1,000 yuan, and you can move in with your luggage. It’s really affordable!
Song Tan said speechlessly: "Although I am stingy, I have given everything I should have given, right? What's more, I was stingy at the beginning because my family really didn't have any extra money. I was still heavily in debt."
“Everything has stabilized now. Visitors from far away are welcome. If we hadn’t received too many guests at once, even if we arranged to stay in the empty dormitory on the mountain, we wouldn’t even mention the matter of money.”
She said: "You have taken care of our family a lot this year. Next time your own grandfather comes over to play, I won't say anything. I'll cover the whole trip. He won't pay a penny."
Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, laughed: "Thank you! But don't save money for the old man, he is richer than me!"
Then he took out his mobile phone to transfer money: "Give me five rooms. The 50-square-meter room can accommodate two people...the ten people who came here are the ones I told you before."
Wulan looked at her with sympathy in his eyes: "This grandpa is too much. The cost of going out will be doubled several times... Do you still have money? If you don't have money, I will give you a discount later. Do you have it?" I’ll give you the money later.”
Update 1. Unknowingly, the progress of reality has caught up with the story again... It is too cold this year, and I almost fell asleep while sitting in bed with the warmth of the quilt in the middle of writing.
(End of this chapter)