Song Tan Jishi

The voice was loud, but familiar. Wasn't it the one Zhou Tianyu called back to call for help - his mother Li Lanhua?

Speaking of the grievances between the old Song brothers, who could hide it from those who often come here to work?

What's more, the courier Xiao Zhang was awesome, and the people in the village wanted to call them over to watch.

Song Tan just said that he would supply them with seedlings next year, and the eldest brother came back to play with a small broken TV...

Oh!

Who doesn't know that they want to cut in?

No matter how close your brother is, the old Song family promised to give it to us first, and we are not unwilling to help with the work, so why should we give it to you?

Cutting off someone's financial resources is intolerable.

Zhou Maozhu was still muttering in the group, and Li Lanhua had already come.

Qiao Qiao was counting dumplings in the pot, and he became nervous when he heard it, and rushed out of the kitchen and shouted:

"Uncle is not a good person! The king's dog shit can't be shared with him!"

OK!

This silly child's words broke Li Lanhua's already rising momentum.

In an instant, everyone in the whole yard burst into laughter.

Song Dafang, however, gnashed his teeth in hatred.

He had never looked down on Song Sancheng in his life.

He had no ability all his life and could only shrink in the countryside. He married a very powerful wife, and had a daughter who was quite promising, but he was not smart. He did not find a good partner in the provincial capital, but had to return to the village.

His son, he was a fool again.

But it was this fool who repeatedly hurt his heart and spoke so harshly!

So that his face turned purple and his eyes glared fiercely: "Do you have the right to speak?"

In the past, Qiao Qiao would have cried and retreated in fear. But now he is so amazing, he has not missed a single episode of the entire Ultraman series, and he has savings!

Although his sister took the savings, he was also a person who could support the family and the dog with his salary, plus Xin Jun and the seventh cousin often praised him...

It must be said that his self-confidence came from the inside out, and he was a completely different person!

So Qiao Qiao also glared at him: "Why are you so fierce! Everything you want belongs to our family. Do you have the right to speak?"

He thought about it, and he still remembered the discussion about Sister Lingling's boyfriend at home a few days ago, so he summed it up with a chuckle:

"You...you...daddy didn't get rich when you and I were on good terms before, but we got rich after you quarreled...it must be you who brought bad luck to our fortune!"

"Puff cough cough cough!!!"

Wulan coughed loudly on the side, and Song Tan condensed spiritual energy in his palm and quickly helped her to smooth it out. However, the mother and daughter looked at each other and suddenly laughed wildly.

Song Youde and Wang Lifen were shocked.

Don't say it, it seems that life has become better and better after the relationship between the two brothers has become distant.

In fact, this is purely psychological. But the old couple thought more and more that it was the case. Song Youde said nothing and pushed Grandpa Song Tan's wheelchair, and then rushed straight to Song Dafang--"Get out, get out! Sancheng's life is better now! I shouldn't let you enter the yard to disturb them!" The old man was aggressive and believed in fate! The grandpa in the wheelchair had a blank face and had no time to think about anything. He had to hold the handrail and rushed over. Song Dafang was confused for a moment, and just wanted to sneer at "nonsense feudal superstition", but he saw his father pushing the old man in the wheelchair in a desperate posture--Wow! Who can stand this now? This disabled person fell to the ground, and he would lose half of his skin if he didn't die! Subconsciously, he turned around and ran out the door. Mao Li stood there in short boots for a moment, and had to run out with him. Outside the door, on the road outside the bamboo forest, a group of men and women were rushing over aggressively. When they saw Song Dafang, they immediately surrounded him:

"You, Boss Song, you are so ungrateful!"

"You left your own parents alone, and now you want to cut off our livelihood! How can you be so vicious?"

"That's right! We have all signed. Song Tan has agreed to sell us the seedlings for next year. Why are you here to steal it now? We have already dug the land!"

"Boss Song. We are from the same village. You can't be like this."

"Don't talk nonsense with him. Maozhu has said it! He must have deliberately used the old man to steal it..."

"Ah? I didn't say that. I just want to discuss it... Hey, hey! Listen to me! I didn't say that!"

Zhou Maozhu's explanation was drowned in the crowd, and at this moment, Song Sancheng finally picked up a brick to find the right time.

"Crack."

With a crisp sound, everyone instantly quieted down.

Song Dafang felt bad, and turned his head suddenly, only to see that his car window was smashed to pieces again!

"Are you crazy?!" He glared at Song Sancheng.

But the honest middle-aged man also blushed: "I'll smash it! What's the matter? I'll smash it again if you dare to come next time!"

"Song Dafang, I tell you, I'm giving you face by calling you brother!"

"Last time you scolded me Tan Tan, and this time you scolded me Qiao Qiao... I should have smashed your head before you even walked in the door!"

The pressure of his panting quarrel was obviously much greater than using a brick.

But magically, Song Dafang was scared all of a sudden.

Including Mao Li, they all squeezed behind him in an instant and quietly pulled his arm.

Song Sancheng was also nervous.

There are not many opportunities in his life to do such a heroic thing. Song Dafang is so arrogant. If he wants to jump up and fight with him later, will he still use his bricks?

It would be so frustrating if you had to pay for it if it was smashed!

The more he thought about it, the more entangled he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't do anything about it. However, the next moment, Song Dafang actually opened the door of the broken car, then stepped on the accelerator with a look of shame, and even carefully turned in a large circle at the entrance of the yard...

Just like that, without saying a word, he drove around the crowd and drove away.

Zhou Tianyu, who had just arrived, stood on the roadside and couldn't help but feel a little confused - was it solved so quickly?

Tsk!

This family deserves not to get rich! Don't be obsessed with making money.

He glanced at the car as it passed by, glanced inside through the leaky glass, and couldn't help but curse again:

"Fuck! It's just a broken TV. You brought it here and you take it back... How embarrassing!"

The onlookers were stunned, and then burst into laughter.

"That's right! This is so embarrassing."

"Don't tell me, San Cheng, an honest person, can be scary when pushed hard."

"He is so honest. When pressed, he would smash the glass of someone's car, not with a kitchen knife. What's so scary..."

Everyone laughed, wishing each other a happy New Year and saying hello to Song Sancheng, before going back to their respective homes.

But in the broken car, while drinking the cold breeze, Mao Li felt lingering fears:

"It's generous, I think we can't come to this hometown. You didn't see the look in Song Sancheng's eyes! His eyes were red while he was carrying bricks..."

"I heard that these honest-looking people are depressed in their hearts! What if they come up with a kitchen knife to chop us in a hurry?"

Song Dafang thought, isn't this what I'm afraid of?

In all these years, how had he ever seen Song Sancheng like this?

Even though the car window was smashed last time, it wasn’t that scary!

Moreover, everyone was so angry that if they couldn't help but come up and hit him, and then couldn't hold back...

Something is going to happen!

His face tightened.

Although it was a bit embarrassing for him to run away immediately, and seeing the golden mountain right in front of him but unable to dig it out, he felt very uncomfortable.

But after taking a look at the TV that was still held in Mao Li's hand, for some reason, she felt a touch of comfort in her heart.

--Fine.

Although there was no good news at all on the first day of the new year, at least the TV did not make them cheap.

I'll try giving it to Hongmei later.

When the time comes, she will cooperate with her hometown, and she will cooperate with Hongmei... No matter how she catches this opportunity to make a fortune!

The cold wind slapped his face mercilessly as the car roared. The couple, wearing woolen coats, became increasingly shivering in the cold wind.

…

But here everyone dispersed in twos and threes, but Zhou Tianyu stood shamelessly in the yard and giggled. He kept looking at the kitchen, full of expectation.

But today, no one in Lao Song’s family hates him. Only grandpa is there complaining:

"Brother, I know you are anxious, and everyone would be anxious if that child is not filial! But you can't push me away."

"My daughter has been married to your family for so many years, you can't risk me too!"

Song Youde was also sarcastic and couldn't help apologizing at this moment: "I was in a hurry. The yard is so big and I don't have anything at hand... Brother! Don't panic, I won't be at home at noon. I will bring you two boxes of good wine for the New Year. It’s great to entertain relatives, it’s so honorable!”

"Our village party secretary brought these to me. She treats me like her own grandfather! All she gave me was good wine."

"And here are these cigarettes. Tantan said you don't smoke, so I'll get you a few good cigarettes. When the old man comes over, just spread them around..."

Wulan helped the two old men pour water to calm down their mood, while watching the two chatting animatedly, she couldn't help but laugh.

Apart from anything else, Song Youde made money this year, and now he talks quite generously.

The same goes for her father, not to mention how much money he earned from weaving straw mats in the summer. During the holidays, Song Sancheng also smoked and drank a lot, and now he can still look forward to it happily...

She thought for a while, then remembered Aunt Lianhua's mother-in-law, and couldn't help but ask:

"Dad, shall I buy you a new mobile phone? The one that looks clearer. Let Qiaoqiao teach you how to use it later, and you can also go online to learn the knitting tutorial."

She thought of the two patches of rushes that had just split apart in winter in the depressions on the hillside, and she was looking forward to it at this moment:

“I estimate there will be more to compile next year.”

…

And here, Zhou Tianyu was standing by the stove holding a big bowl, and he couldn't wait to start eating.

“It’s so delicious!”

The hot dumplings were blowing and swallowed in a panic. His eyes were about to burst into tears, but he still couldn't wait any longer: "Compared with what I eat outside, it's just pig food!"

"Yeah?"

Qiaoqiao curiously took a few large sweet potatoes that were accidentally roasted and stuffed with raw meat from the stove next door. She broke them open to take a look, and she was curious:

"Brother Tianyu, my sister said you work in Beicheng. What do the pigs in Beicheng eat?"

Zhou Tianyu said "Ah", remembering the three-dimensional agricultural science and technology museum where the company team building was held, and said hesitantly:

"Just... various scientifically proportioned feeds?"

Qiao Qiao hadn't fed pig feed yet, so he finally broke open the oversized sweet potato. Sure enough, the outside was yellow and sweet, roasted sweet potatoes, but the inside was white and underripe, dry.

The aroma of sweet potatoes was so overwhelming that Zhou Tianyu couldn't help but stare at it while eating the dumplings.

Then Qiao Qiao raised her hand and threw the split sweet potato into the red bucket beside her.

Then she quickly threw the remaining big sweet potatoes into the bucket.

"!!!"

Zhou Tianyu shuddered with heartache.

"Isn't this good? Why did you throw it into the bucket?"

"To feed the pigs!"

The dumpling soup is also delicious. It can't be wasted. You have to mix something in it.

Just as he was talking, Qiao Qiao opened the big pottery jar beside him, scooped out a bowl of rice bran from it and poured it on the sweet potatoes, and poured the extra dumpling soup in the pot directly into the bucket.

After finishing everything, he looked up, his eyes were sincere, and his question was sincere:

"Pig feed is so expensive, it must taste delicious, right?"

Zhou Tianyu bit off the dumpling numbly, and was about to cry with heartache: "It's not as delicious as your pig feed."

"Really?"

Qiao Qiao was more interested: "Brother Tianyu, have you eaten it? How many brands have you eaten? Are all brands not as delicious as mine?"

After thinking about it, he became curious again: "When have you eaten my food... The king will not let you eat it secretly!"

Zhou Tianyu was full of bitterness: "You don't understand... What good things can a worker eat? If I say it's pig feed, it's pig feed."

His answer was so strange, Qiao Qiao sighed and didn't ask any more questions.

Teacher Xin is right, some people are just a little bit stupid, but they won't find out... I'd better not expose them again.

…

When this late brunch was over, Zhou Tianyu took Song Sancheng and Song Youde to his home, and heard grandma curiously asking Wulan:

"Tomorrow is the second day of the Chinese New Year, the girl should go back to her parents' home. If you go back with me, what will happen when Xiao Lu comes?"

Grandma thought for a while: "It doesn't matter which day I go home, otherwise I'd better stay with you. Tantan, let your uncle and others come over tomorrow."

Song Tan didn't care about these things at all. After thinking about it, he nodded: "Okay! Come over! Let our Lingling see what vision is."

Grandma laughed so hard when she heard this.

"That's true! That's true! Lingling can't compare to you in this aspect, she needs to learn more!"

Speaking of this, Song Tan was quite regretful: "I also asked Lu Chuan to dress up a little better, so that he could crush Lingling's boyfriend on the second day of the Chinese New Year."

Who knew that the king would solve the problem with a roar, and missed the opportunity!

Grandma shook her head: "It's useless. Lingling is different from you. You think you can give it a try if you like someone, but she always feels that she is not worthy of that person."

"Even if they didn't break up now, after meeting Xiao Lu, she would probably feel that she has to match ordinary people."

"This child is too honest. She doesn't have the slightest desire to compete with others that everyone has."

Grandma sighed and was deeply worried.