Song Tan Jishi

This is an old rule in the village. If there are children and grandchildren in the family, they will always find time to go to the grave before Qingming.

But when it comes to the grandchildren, it will be dispensable, they will be with their grandfather Song Youde.

The grave of Lao Song's family is on the barren hill that uncle allocated.

It's a little far away, you have to go around the back mountain and walk forward for another ten or twenty minutes.

There is no way, that piece was divided when it was first divided.

But even though it was a little far away, Uncle Song, as the eldest son, had a total of 50 acres of mountain land and fields, which was far better than that of Song Tan's family.

Now it is still a wasteland of tea mountains, no one cares about it.

But Song Sancheng is also satisfied - the old rule is to give more money to the boss, he can have any opinions, it is convenient that his home is close!

He said with a little regret: "It would be nice if you said it early, we can go to the field tomorrow to cut some purple vetch and ask your uncle and aunt to take them away."

Now they are digging the ground, and they will definitely be buried in the ground tomorrow.

Song Tan smiled, thinking what a coincidence!

She didn't say much, but only said:

"Dad, you can't even send tea and honey. We still owe money."

As soon as he said this, Song Sancheng was under pressure first.

"That can't be done, it's so expensive, I'm not willing to drink it."

Song Tan added: "Then don't drink our good tea from this year tomorrow, otherwise, if uncle says it's good to drink, are you talking about the price or not?"

Having said that, people don't believe it at first. Secondly, I am afraid of revealing my wealth.

Don't talk about it, you falter, you are reluctant to part with your own tea, it's shameful to say it!

The same goes for honey.

Song Sancheng was sincere, not stupid, and now he was confused: "I really don't want to drink it? I'm still thinking about it..."

What can he think about? The old man has a good face and wants to show off!

Now that I figured it out, I could only sigh again: "Why did I come back only when Zi Yunying was gone! I came back at the end of March last year!"

why?

Aunt Mao Li and daughter-in-law Sun Yanyan are angry!

Ever since her auntie and Song Tan broke up in the vegetable market last time, she thought more and more and held her breath. When she got back, she told Sun Yanyan about the twenty yuan a catty of purple vetch.

Sun Yanyan didn't believe it at first.

But at night Song Ziyi was crying and making noises in the room. After she wanted to eat the food delivered by brother Qiao Qiao, she still thought about it:

"Mom, I see uncle's dishes this year, maybe it's really at this price!"

"You think, what kind of food can have such a good taste? How many people are willing to eat it now!"

But if it costs 20 yuan a catty, and the zi yunying grows in the fields, it doesn't cost money, so it's not worth it?

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law made an appointment and went to the vegetable market early in the morning to wait. It was almost noon before they saw the broken pickup truck parked on the side of the road.

Then in less than half an hour, the food was swept away, and many people bought it back, just like money is not money.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law stood there and counted, and in just half an hour, they sold one or two hundred catties!

In just a short while, two or three thousand came in hand, making money is like mowing grass, why is it so simple!

Neither mother-in-law nor daughter-in-law spoke.

When I got home, I muttered: "No wonder Tan Tan was so stubborn last time. It turns out that the family got rich."

"...Sneaky's waist is hardened, and he is kindly treated as a donkey's liver and lungs..."

Uncle Song couldn't believe it after hearing them muttering about the grand occasion of the vegetable market:

"It's really twenty yuan a catty? I thought Qiao Qiao said something stupid last time."

"That's not true," Sun Yanyan sat on the side eating melon seeds:

"Dad, you're just being too honest with your family. Look at my uncle, he can make money from the wild vegetables in this field so unscrupulously. It's very generous to send a three to five catties to our house. Let's appreciate it." Woolen cloth."

"What nonsense!" Uncle Song didn't want to talk to his daughter-in-law, so he asked Mao Li: "You really saw it, is that the price?"

The eldest aunt rolled her eyes: "How many times have I said it, can I be wrong? I went to buy it, but I didn't realize it was this price for a while. The money given was less, and she even laughed at me."

"Really, with the little money they earn in the countryside, they still keep it secret when they tell it. They are afraid that we will be greedy. Whose family has no land?"

Uncle Song sat there, his expression was not good.

Therefore, when Song Hongmei, the aunt at the end of the month, called to ask when she would return to her hometown, the couple shied away:

"The store is a bit busy during this time, maybe in two days..."

This procrastination and the second procrastination, seeing that Qingming is almost over, this can't be delayed until after Qingming!

It was only then that the date was hurriedly set.

Auntie Song Hongmei didn't leave the stall this morning, she felt distressed for something, looked left and right at home, and finally reluctantly picked up the pot of oil and cut the flesh with a knife.

The couple then took the bus to Uncle Song's gate.

There is no other meaning, just take a car and go back together.

I happened to see their family scrambling to move things to the car.

Son Song Xuehai is responsible for picking up the children and going to work today. Uncle Song drove Mao Li, Sun Yanyan and Song Hongmei back home.

When Song Hongmei came, she saw Sun Yanyan and Mao Li put a large plastic box like the one used to hold fruit in the wholesale market on the back seat of the car, and took a few plastic bags.

She was puzzled, but she didn't ask any questions, she just said to Uncle Song:

"Brother, what are you going to buy when you go back? I brought a pot of oil and a piece of meat for our parents. Remember not to buy duplicates."

Sun Yanyan called aunt sweetly, then looked at the things in her hand, and praised in a burst of praise: "Oh, my aunt is so caring, look at this meat, how fresh! It was cut at the vegetable market this morning, right?"

"There is also this oil, which is also good oil. It costs tens of dollars a barrel in the supermarket!"

Who doesn't like to hear compliments?

The aunt also said: "That's not true, I didn't go to the stall today!"

Thinking of the money she didn't earn, her heart felt a little cramped, and thinking about the oil she had cut...

well!

After all, it would be nice if everything in the world cost nothing.

But the conversation was in a hurry and suddenly remembered: "Oh, last time Tan Tan sent over a basket of vetch, it tastes so good!"

As he spoke, there was still a look of remorse on his face - he originally planned to eat it for two or three days, but never thought of confiscating it for a meal, and it would be gone at night.

I ate a big pot of rice.

She sighed: "I don't know if there are any vegetables in the field. I have to go to the vegetable garden to have a look again when I go home."

Sun Yanyan felt contemptuous in her heart.

The one who can put it so bluntly about taking advantage is her aunt, a first-class stingy person.

However, this idea coincides with my own family.

So she also responded with a smile: "Yes, there were some sent over last time. That's right... Oh, tell me that Baba sent it over, it's just that little, and Ziyi can't eat it all in one meal."

"This time you can take more."