I am a Good Man

"Sister-in-law, do you want to go back?" Ji Mu said, reaching out to get the money in her hand.

"I just gave one hundred. We didn't have a job. Both of them have jobs. Besides, I didn't know she would give two hundred." Ning Feng took it for granted and quickly took back his hand and protected the money in his hand.

"Equally divide." Ji Mu was upset, and tried to grab the money.

"I'm seven hundred and you three hundred. I just returned one hundred to my sister-in-law's daughter." Ning Feng was unwilling, put the money behind him, and slightly raised his chin to make a request.

"That would cost me four hundred. What kind of money do you use to eat and drink at home?" Ji Mu said.

Neither of them have a job. Liu Qiuxiang and Ji Chunjun occasionally give a little, but they can't give much, not enough to go out for a day.

"You can ask your parents for it, but I can't." Ning Feng quickly threw him three hundred, and the rest hurriedly hid in a posture of life and death.

"Say four hundred." Ji Mu stepped forward, unwilling to give up.

The two of them didn't let anyone, because they were fighting for a hundred dollars, Ji Tianshuo was playing, uneasy, he fell off the bed suddenly, hit his head, and cried with pain.

Ning Feng was afraid of Li Qiuxiang's scolding, so she hurriedly covered her son's mouth to coax.

upstairs.

"What sound? Shuo Shuo cried?" Ai Li faintly heard that there was business.

"It's normal for a child to cry." Ji Yang is dressing her daughter and picking up the other person. Xiaoqiaoyi is also very fresh about red envelopes. She crawls over and reaches for it.

Ji Yang looked at her and took out another one from behind, "This is what Dad gave to Qiaoyi."

Xiaoqiaoyi was sitting on the bed, holding three red envelopes in her small hands, smiling and reaching out to take the red envelopes given by Ji Yang, placing them in her hands, looking down.

"This is from my mother to Qiaoyi." Ai Li squatted down and looked at her daughter, holding a red envelope in her hand, handed it over, and touched her little head.

"Um..." She didn't know if she understood, she nodded, and continued to look down at the red envelope in her hand.

Counting one after another, after finishing counting, put it aside, and then continue to count, not tired, over and over again, these few red envelopes actually played for more than an hour.

She was holding onto her red envelope when she was sleeping, and refused to let go.

Ai Li bowed her head and kissed her, picked her up and placed it in the innermost position. When she got up, she looked at the red envelope in her arms, picked it up gently, and glanced at the amount inside.

At first glance, I didn't want to talk.

"How much did parents give?" Ji Yang went to bed.

"One fifty, one twenty, and another one hundred. I give Shuoshuo two hundred. That one hundred is probably given by Ning Feng. As for fifty, I guess it was given by dad, and the twenty should be given by mom. "That's right." She was helpless and couldn't help but said, "How high are the prices now? Fifty is a good thing, and it's enough for mom to give twenty."

"It must be more than that for Shuoshuo, and the eccentricity is too obvious."

She slowly put the red envelope in her daughter's arms again, and the old man said that the red envelope should be put on the child overnight, so that the new year will be safe and auspicious.

Ji Yang pursed his lips, touched his daughter's face, and said nothing.

Ai Lidang didn't want to care, and they didn't lack the money. Thinking of their previous attitudes, they felt that qi was also **** on themselves, "Forget it, at least give it back."

When the words fell, she looked at Ji Yang again and emphasized, "Look, this is what your parents did."

Some things that she didn't get to the face of the matter did not mean that she was stupid, and more often she was too lazy to argue, for this small amount of money hurt the surface peace, but she also wanted to know Ji Yang.

Ji Yang didn't say much, but she saw that his face was already not so good, and she was afraid that he would explode, so she didn't say more.

"Go to bed, it's late." She crawled to the innermost point and fell asleep.

The next day.

The tradition of the village is to set off firecrackers early in the morning, and the crackling sound frightened Xiao Qiao from her sleep, crying and crawling into Ji Yang's arms, crying pitifully in her father's arms.

With this cry, his sleepiness disappeared, and Ji Yang got up and took the child downstairs.

Li Qiuxiang had cooked breakfast. She was already feeding Ji Tianshuo. The other person was sitting in a chair, and she squatted to feed her, taking a bite of her heart, which really hurt her eyes.

Ji Yang turned a blind eye and walked to the kitchen to steam eggs for Xiao Qiao.

Xiao Qiaoyi still had a red envelope in her hand. She was a little surprised when she saw it for the first time. She didn’t play enough yesterday. Today she still held it and played with her little hand. Later, she found that the red envelope could be opened. She stretched her hand inside and withdrew the money inside. .

"Dirty." Ji Yang took her hand. The next second, when he saw the twenty yuan in her hand, he frowned and looked to Li Qiuxiang, "Mom, you give Qiaoyi a red envelope of twenty yuan. ?"

Li Qiuxiang looked at the twenty yuan in Xiao Qiaoyi's hand, and her eyes flashed. Since she dared to send it out, she was not afraid that they would say, wave her hand, pretending not to care, and said, "What do children know? Today’s harvest is not good. Your dad and I don’t have much income. This is a bit of heart."

As long as the family is there, of course she has to speak nicely.

"Then how much do you give to Shuoshuo?" Ji Yang seemed to ask casually, but it also meant to be investigated to the end.

"How much can you give?" Liu Qiuxiang sloppy eyes, smiled awkwardly, and looked at him, "Have you eaten your breakfast? After you finish eating, you will paste the Spring Festival couplets with your dad."

"How much is that? Is it also twenty?" Ji Yang looked at Ning Feng, with a question in his eyes.

Ning Feng didn't dare to speak, but Ji Yang was at home, but no one dared to provoke him. He had a fiery temper and a little skill, which meant that he had a little right to speak.

I guessed it at first glance at Ning Feng's reaction.

"It's all your grandchildren and granddaughters. What age are you now? It costs dozens of dollars to send beggars," Ji Yang screamed loudly, screaming so Xiaoqiao Yidu was frightened, and hugged him.

"If you can't quarrel in the first year of the new year, your fortune will be broken." Li Qiuxiang became anxious and quickly stopped him, "This is related to the fortune of a year."

"What fortune do I care about." Ji Yang pulled his face down, took another red envelope from Xiaoqiaoyi's hand, opened it, and looked at Ji Chunjun, "Dad, you gave these fifty yuan? I was in junior high school. You gave me one hundred, but now my daughter is fifty."

"It's all fifty, it's all fifty." Ji Chunjun is a bit more shrewd than Li Qiuxiang, and he pointed to Ji Tianshuo.

"Really?" Ji Yang hugged Xiao Qiaoyi, and said in a deep voice, "Don't give Shuo Shuo a few hundred yuan when the time comes. When it comes to my daughter, it will become dozens of yuan. Isn't this looking down on her? Say that my daughter is not as good as one-tenth of him? This is very serious. Don't say that I have a hot temper when I quarrel."

How dare Li Qiuxiang speak, avoiding Ji Yang's sight.

She didn't like the daughter of Ai Li, who lost money, but she didn't dare to say it in front of her son.

"Suoshuo is a boy." Ning Feng whispered this sentence.

"What's wrong with the boy?" Ji Yang raised his voice. She glanced at it, and he asked with displeasure, looking at her sharply. "You have to teach a boy well, and he will be born once and for all? Can a boy give birth to money or Spit out food? I'm not a man? Are you not a woman?"

When he finished speaking, he squinted his eyes, "According to you, my parents really gave Shuo Shuo a few hundred dollars?"

Ning Feng shrank his neck, so scared that he didn't dare to speak.

"In this case, what are we going to do? Just save the dozens of dollars and give them all to Ji Tianshuo. Anyway, the heart is too far to go." Ji Yang sneered.

"No, no, it's all the same, it's all the same, all said that people don't like this now, and many people don't give it. Your dad and I just mean it." Li Qiuxiang explained quickly.

In the end, Ji Yang reluctantly accepted this explanation, "If you are unhappy, you won't give it. If you don't say you must give it, you must give it a better number. You say you give it twenty. How bad is it to say it?"

"It just happens to be only twenty yuan." Li Qiuxiang smirked.

Ji Yang didn't refute her, but he didn't believe it very much, as if he didn't bother to talk to her.

He went upstairs with Xiaoqiao, but he hadn't come down that morning. When Ai Li came down to help with the cooking, Li Qiuxiang didn't blindly direct and target.

In the evening, Ji Yang was taking a bath, and Li Qiuxiang came up with a red envelope and stuffed it to Xiaoqiaoyi, "I don’t like this anymore, so I didn’t do it. Shuoshuo is the same number, but it’s really unpleasant to go out and say it. Give one again, and your dad will give one again."

"Qiaoyi, thank you grandma." Ai Li said to her daughter.

Since Li Qiuxiang has regressed, she must also know how to stop fighting a snake. She is still hitting seven inches, and she closes one eye when she doesn't know anything.

Xiao Qiaoyi held the red envelope in her hand, raised her hand to look at the red envelope, and leaned forward to get it. After getting it, she was afraid that Ai Li would **** it with her, and hid in the corner to play by herself.

When she was asleep, Ai Li opened the red envelope and looked at it. Both were one hundred.

"That point of temper can't be changed." Ji Yang said with a calm face, and fell asleep while pulling the quilt without looking at the two red envelopes.

"I don't think it can be changed," Ai Li said bluntly.

This time the meeting is not for her daughter's sake, but for the son of Ji Yang.

"Then don't provoke me." Ji Yang rolled over and tightened his lips, his temper faintly trending up.

Ai Li shook her head. She always felt that he had a bad temper and didn't know how to control his emotions. Now it seems that it is still a bit good, otherwise he will be pinched as a soft persimmon.