Chapter 357 357 Old Man’s Subsidy

Chapter 357 357. Old man’s subsidy

Only Qiao Qiao hummed, stirring the green peaches in the basin, and said loudly:

"My uncle thought the watermelon we sent last time was too small, and he said my sister is 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 that the watermelon was small so directly."

When he turned around 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!

I only care about my quick words for a while and forget my old mother’s heart!

But he saw Wulan slap 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 the real big melon."

Song Tan: ...The big melon on the table, are they going to cut it or not?

…

And at this time.

A half-new car had successfully turned onto the mountain road, and Song Dafang and Mao Li were 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 trip 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 a house yourself, 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 talk about building a new house for the old man! 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 eldest grandson. In your family, the old man worries about the younger children, and he takes advantage of everything."

"That is to say, when the fields were divided, it would take half an hour to walk no matter how far away our home was!"

"His is good, 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 deserted..."

"Looking at us living in the city, we thought we were enjoying the blessings with our legs crossed every day! If we say we want to build a house, we will build a house, if we say we want money, we will take money - how can it be that easy..."

"okay."

Song Dafang had been listening to her chattering here all morning, and he was also upset at the 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 taunted directly: "Is that valuable? How much is it worth? Besides cutting firewood, can it be used for anything? Can our family burn firewood?"

"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:

"Isn't it a waste to drive a good car in this village? I would like to buy a new car during the New Year. Our car has been driven for seven or eight years, and it has a lot of minor problems..."

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.

So she will think about it twice: driving a good car will give her face, but she doesn’t want to drive this old car and be criticized by others...

So there was 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 all be easier for Song Sancheng in the end.

She still calculated 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 watermelon, the taste is incredible!

She babbled: "...I will carry a few more with me when I leave, and I will give some to my parents' family when I go back..."

At the same time, he couldn't help but think: "You said it's useless to have so many trees on the mountain. Then ask the old man to help us plant watermelons. At worst, can't we travel by ourselves?"

If this melon can 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 started 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 seems like the one you usually send to the imperial capital. He must be a friend, right? It's ice time again. I thought they would send you something special, so I hurriedly sent it to you."

After all, it takes one day later than the normal time limit to get back from the city to the town. If you delay any longer, I'm afraid the contents will become stale.

Song Tan also became interested: Oh, that benefactor?

She poked her head and looked at it: "Let me take a look!"

Brother Zhang glanced at the carriage in embarrassment: "What the hell... I forgot when I was moving the packaging, so I stuffed it in the back."

Song Tan:......

Fine.

She then bundled the cardboard boxes in one hand and quickly lifted them down.

But at this time, he saw a familiar figure beside him and couldn't help but shout:

"Uncle, why are you here so soon? I thought it would be noon!"

Song Sancheng in the yard heard the sound, looked at Ulan with a serious face, and finally came out, twitching his lips: "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 hands with a serious face:

"What is this for?"

When Xiao Zhang heard Song Tan call him uncle, he 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: "Your car says Fengfeng Express - 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 holiday note this month!

You can also overdraft next month’s leave note!

I have a bold idea...