Chapter 358: Brother Xiao Zhang's Anger

Chapter 358 358. Brother Zhang’s anger

Song Dafang even felt 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 sells things without free shipping. What's more expensive is the shipping fee... It's not your business, what do you know?!"

He was very tanned due to 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 package, but you were quite aggressive. Why can't we find the courier and it has to be you? Get out of the way!"

"What?!"

Song Tan put 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 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!"

Oh, if her grandfather hadn't gotten older and her father had been soft-hearted, who would have cared about such a relative?

But looking at her grandfather's mentality recently... he might be better than her father!

Song Tan was happy again.

Song Dafang's face was dark.

He paid special attention to 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.

But 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 inexplicable expression.

This made his heart skip a beat.

On the other hand, Brother Zhang had just insulted Song Tan's relatives, and was feeling a little regretful when he saw Song Tan raise his hand and give him a thumbs up!

He immediately laughed——

Got 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.

And Mao Li thought that the two of them had something to think about, so she started looking around the yard.

First, he walked up to Qiao Qiao and asked the pile of things on his chopping board: "Qiao Qiao, what are you doing?"

Qiao Qiao glanced at her aunt inexplicably: "I'm cutting the watermelon rind. Don't you recognize me, aunt?"

Mao Li: ...take a deep breath.

She suppressed her eyes roll: "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 pity that 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. My seventh cousin said it wasn't cooked enough yet, so I'll try again."

After he finished speaking, he got back to work.

Mao Li curled her lips.

Ziyi has been eating imported things 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.

Then he looked at the dried cowpeas outside the yard and the stacks of green peach jars piled up in the corner. He couldn't help but look over and said with a smile:

"It's good to live with our dad. I don't have any room at home, so I can take advantage of the situation and occupy our dad's yard. Thirty percent, living here with my dad doesn't feel the same as at home, right?"

Good 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 mean to my dad?

She also chuckled: "That's good. So I want to build a new house. Auntie, how much are you and uncle prepared to pay?"

"I forgot to say that."

"Our family will prepare materials when the time comes, which will cost ten to twenty thousand. My uncle is the eldest son, so he can't have less than us, right?"

Mao Li felt confused.

What's going on? 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 serious:

"Tantan, 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, let's talk about the fact that you asked the old man to build a house - how old is the old man? Can he withstand these twists and turns? Isn't the house at home good? You must call him What are you doing with your money?"

"Let me ask you, this house has been built, it has been renovated, and furniture and appliances have 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 don't you agree?"

Song Youde knocked his pipe pot on the steps: "I want to build my own house. Why don't you agree? Did you spend your money when building this house?"

That's definitely not the case. The house was built when Song Dafang was a teenager. Over the years, it was repaired and slowly filled in.

"That's not what I said..."

Song Dafang twitched the corner of his mouth: "Dad, you are getting older now, and sometimes your mind is confused. Aren't I afraid that you will be deceived?"

Song Youde glanced at him and said, "You're weird for thinking about it - well, when you bought that house in the city, you took 50,000 yuan from me. I never told Sancheng about it."

"Now I want to build a house. I don't want interest, and I don't care about inflation. Just give me the 50,000 yuan, and you don't have to worry about building the house."

Song Dafang bought that house 20 years ago. It was a small town and the house price was not expensive. In addition, the land had not been developed at that time, and the house price was shockingly low compared to today!

Where is the need for 50,000?

32,000 yuan, the remaining 18,000 yuan plus the money he saved over the years, and then he took over the small storefront.

After so many years, he had forgotten about it long ago-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 old face turned purple, and he felt that his face was about to be peeled off.

He couldn't help but feel a little resentful in his heart-his father had subsidized 30% for so many years, and now he had to use this 50,000 yuan to make a fuss. He really didn't care about his eldest son!

At this moment, he felt hot behind his back, as if everyone was staring at him and laughing at him.

At this moment, I could only suppress my resentment and whispered, "Dad, we are talking about you building a house. Why do you have to build this house?"

"Besides, can I give you less than 50,000 yuan? It's just that Ziyi has a lot of places to spend money now, and I can't spare my money for a while. How can I, as a son, not be filial to you?"

"That's hard to say."

Song Youde said slowly, "There are many old men in this village who don't have sons to be filial to. Ziyi has a lot of places to spend money. Who told her parents that they have no ability at all and can't afford to raise a daughter?"

"You, as a father, taught Ziyi's father too badly."

I will be very decadent when I go back to my hometown... Who is more miserable than me! I finished writing but I wrote too much and forgot the time...

The leave note disappeared just after I was showing off.

Good night, dragon and phoenix twins!