Chapter 97: Father Jiang Is Up?

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"Little bastard! Why are you back?" Father Jiang threw the seedlings in his hands and hurried ashore.

Jiang Siming said with a smile: "Isn't this coming back from vacation to see you guys, Dad, get in the car and take you for a ride!"

"You bought this car?" Father Jiang was shocked.

"That is!"

"Tell me honestly, don't fool me." Father Jiang didn't believe it.

Jiang Siming smiled and said, "Dad, don't worry, has your son lied to you since he was a child?"

Jiang's father heard it too. Jiang Siming never lied to them. He shouldn't talk nonsense about such a big thing.

"Are you making money? How many houses have you sold?" Father Jiang's face showed joy.

"I haven't sold the house, I'm doing something else now. I'll talk about it when I go home at night. I'll have to explain it one by one to save me the trouble. Get in the car, Dad." Jiang Siming said.

Father Jiang wanted to get in the car and experience it, but after looking at his clothes and his muddy feet, he shook his head and said, "I'll walk back."

"Come up, what a big deal." Jiang Siming urged.

Jiang's father was helpless, so he had to go to the nearby stream to wash his feet, and then he cautiously got into the car.

"It's so cool! Son, how much is this car?" The air-conditioning in the car made Father Jiang feel too comfortable.

"Not much, more than two million." Jiang Siming replied nonchalantly.

"What!" Father Jiang immediately brought it up in one breath, and the decibels overshadowed the hi songs on the stereo.

"It's okay, Dad, your son is making a lot of money now, this car was bought for you." Jiang Siming quickly reached out and patted Jiang's father's back.

"What!" Father Jiang called again.

Jiang Siming didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "I have a car in Shanghai, and I bought this car for you."

"Then you can't buy such an expensive car. More than two million yuan. You can buy ten BMWs from the big fat family. His car is only more than 200,000 yuan!" Jiang's father wanted to scold the prodigal son. expression.

"Then do you want it? Don't let me drive it back, anyway, I can drive the two cars interchangeably." Jiang Siming knew his father too well.

"You two are driving a fart! Just stay at home and I'll keep it for you." Father Jiang changed his tone immediately.

Jiang Siming laughed, he knew his father Mo Ruozi, and he knew his son Mo Ruofu.

"I bought this car for me, so let me drive it." Father Jiang felt itchy.

Jiang Siming stopped decisively, and the two switched positions.

Jiang's father, who has been driving for more than ten years, drives very steadily, but this is the first time he has driven this kind of automatic transmission, but he has mastered it in a few moments.

The car drove faster and faster, and Father Jiang's mouth became more and more crooked.

Jiang Siming took a pair of sunglasses and put them on his father. He added a hi song in the car. Jiang's father's body started shaking unconsciously, and he was very excited.

"Dad, you are driving in the wrong direction, this is not the way home."

Father Jiang explained plausibly: "I don't have to drive the new car twice, let me know more about it!"

"Okay." Jiang Siming shook the seat down, leaned on the chair with his arms crossed, and watched his father start to perform.

Father Jiang's car drove around the town several times, stopped and chatted when he met anyone, and when people asked, they said that his son bought a car for him, and it didn't cost much ~ more than two million yuan.

He was so shocked that his jaw was about to drop, and he said contentedly, "I'm going home first, and then look for the next neighbor."

Jiang Siming accompanied him in the car for almost an hour, and Jiang's father finally had enough fun, and then drove home.

Jiang Siming's house is a small three-story building with a flat roof. It is a very old house.

This was originally an ancestral house, but it was renovated when Jiang's father got married. It has been more than 20 years.

But because of this house, there was a lot of conflict between relatives.

That was Jiang's eldest brother, that is, Jiang Siming's eldest uncle, because he was dissatisfied with Jiang's preference for giving his ancestral house to his younger brother instead of him, so he was always a little dissatisfied.

And Jiang's father is also a real person. He made an IOU saying that he owed his brother 50,000 yuan as compensation, which made Jiang Siming's uncle no longer care.

But because the money has never been taken out, the uncle's family has always complained.

It's just that Father Jiang didn't take it. He also gave more than 20,000 yuan one after another, but he really couldn't get the other money.

For Jiang Siming and Jiang Wanwan to study, Jiang's father and Jiang's mother almost exhausted their efforts.

In addition, after raising Grandpa Jiang and Grandma Jiang over the years, sometimes Jiang's father pays for a cold to see a doctor, and he still has money to spend.

The three-story flat-roofed building has a large yard outside. After all, in the countryside, you can build it casually if you have the money.

In the yard, Jiang's mother was sitting on a chair with Jiang Siming's grandma peeling corn.

Jiang's father and Jiang Siming had a virtue, and God honked the horn in sync.

Mother Jiang was stunned for a while, but she recognized Father Jiang at a glance, and shouted in surprise and anger, "Jiang Shaoqing! You have no heart, you dare to use other people's cars to drive, and what will you pay if it breaks!"

Jiang's father took off his sunglasses, his eyes were sharp, and he said, "Who told you that this is someone else's car, this is my car!"

"Your car? You're dreaming, right? It's stupid to plant rice in the field." Mother Jiang's words were sharper.

"What a fool, this is the car my son bought me!" Jiang's father raised his mouth, quite arrogant, just like Jiang Guoqiao.

"Son?" Mother Jiang noticed that there was still someone on the co-pilot, and fixed her eyes.

The anger that was originally stern turned into a smile like a spring breeze.

"My precious son! Why are you back?" Mother Jiang immediately ran to the car with a look of joy, and ignored Father Jiang.

Grandma also came over, and said with a kind brow: "My good grandson is back, is he hungry, has he been in the car for a day? Grandma will cook something delicious for you."

Jiang Siming got out of the car, hugged his mother first, and then his grandma.

"I'm not hungry yet. There's a lot of food in the car. Grandma, Mom, I just miss you. I'll take advantage of the holiday to come back and have a look."

When Jiang Siming said this, his eyes were slightly wet.

The family has always been the driving force for him to work hard outside. Although he has a poor but super happy family, his parents, grandparents, all love him very much.

I remember that when Jiang Siming had a bad time, he didn't go home once in three years. Every time his grandmother and mother called to ask if they would come back this year, they always got an answer that they couldn't come back.

At that time, although grandma and mother said it was fine, let him pay more attention to rest, not to stay up all night and work overtime every day.

But Jiang Siming knew that grandma and mother were very sad.

That's why Jiang Siming wanted to go home so much, not only because he wanted to return home, but also because of his family.

Both father and grandfather belonged to men, and they spoke directly, so Jiang Siming didn't feel anything.

But the voices of grandma and mother were always gentle and loving, and Jiang Siming easily shed tears when he heard it.

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