Song Tan Jishi

Only Qiao Qiao hummed and stirred the green peaches in the basin, and said loudly:

"Uncle thought the watermelon we sent last time was too small, and even said that my sister is a profiteer!"

Song Tan's eyes lit up—good Qiaoqiao, my sister didn't love you for nothing.

but……

"This is too inappropriate." Song Tan looked at the suddenly quiet courtyard and her mother's dark face, and said seriously at the moment: "Uncle is obviously not so direct."

Qiao Qiao thought about it carefully, and finally admitted her mistake obediently: "Okay, uncle didn't say that watermelon is small."

Turning her head again, she saw that Ulan had already carried out a big melon from the room with a sullen face, and then put it on the table, cutting it in half with a knife!

Song Tan: ...Oh no!

Just talking quickly for a while, forgetting the old mother's heart!

But Ulan slapped the knife on the table with a slap, and said in a strange way: "That's it! The real big melon, our family is not willing to eat it."

Song Tan: ...the big melon on the table, should they cut it or not?

...

And at this time.

A semi-new car has successfully turned onto the mountain road, and Song Dafang and Mao Li are sitting in the car.

Originally, he planned to take his son and daughter-in-law with him, but his son was too lazy to ask for leave, and his daughter-in-law was eager to come, but Song Dafang felt that she was a junior and a girl, so she had no room to talk, so she might as well stay at home and take Ziyi with her.

So the couple embarked on the return journey with the same anger.

And Mao Li was also full of anger:

"Thirty percent is too much this time! I'm afraid it's not because I have no money to build a house, so I encourage the old man to take money from us!"

"I didn't even find out if he asked the old man to subsidize it privately. He still has the nerve to say something to build a new house for the old man! Bah!"

She had thought about this possibility many times, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was the case, so she decided to put a little pressure on Song Sancheng, so she made the call when it was almost time.

At this moment, she is still aggrieved in the car:

"Everything in other people's families is decided by the eldest son and grandson. Your family is good. The old man loves the little one, and he takes advantage of everything."

"That is to say, when the fields were divided, no matter how far our house is, it took half an hour to walk!"

"It's good for him, it's right in front of the house!"

"When the house was built, the old man also went to help, and he also helped when he was farming the land-why didn't I see them help our family, and I just watched such a large mountain deserted..."

"Looking at us living in the city, I thought we were enjoying the blessings with our legs crossed every day! If you say build a house, you can build a house, and if you want to take money, you can take money—it's not that easy..."

"okay."

Song Dafang had heard her rambling here all morning, and he was also upset at the moment.

But I have to say, there are some words that really speak from his heart. It's just that he felt that he was his own father, so he reluctantly said:

"Our family has more mountains and forests than the third family's."

"many?"

Mao Li directly mocked: "Is that worth money? How much is it worth? Can it be used for anything other than chopping firewood? Do we burn firewood?"

"Besides, the boss doesn't get much points!"

Having said that, Song Dafang also fell silent.

The car turned a corner, and there was an old pothole on the cement road of Qianfu, so it bumped violently.

Mao Li said "Ah", and then saw an equally old truck driving smoothly and steadily in front of her, and she couldn't help but sneered again: "Who is this? This truck is so old that it's still driving!"

Song Dafang also took a look, and then said:

"Isn't it a waste to drive a good car in this village? I want to buy a new car for the new year. Our car has been driven for seven or eight years, and there are many minor problems..."

Mao Li's understanding of cars is limited to looking at the brand - a car with four circles is definitely more expensive than a car with two red wings, this is her philosophy.

So I will think about it twice: driving a good car to go out has face, she doesn't want to drive this old car by herself, and be pointed at by others...

So there was no objection.

What's more, she also has her own selfishness. She bought the car for her own family. If she didn't buy the car and the old man asked her to leave, how much would the old house be worth?

Maybe it will be cheaper for Song Sancheng in the end.

She still has a clear account of this.

And at this moment, the truck in front turned to the left and stopped at the gate of the old house steadily and familiarly.

Mao Li immediately stretched her neck: "Who is this? You shouldn't be looking for Tan Tan to buy watermelons?"

Not to mention, the old man must have worked hard for their land. Look at this kind of watermelon, it tastes so good!

She rambled: "...When I leave, I will take a few more back home, and I will share some with my natal family when I turn back..."

At the same time, I couldn’t help thinking: "You said that there are so many trees on our mountain, it’s useless. Later, I asked the old man to help us plant watermelons. It’s a big deal, can’t we travel by ourselves?"

If this melon can really sell for 20 yuan, wouldn't it make a lot of money?

Song Dafang closed the car door and held back his heartbeat: "Okay, don't talk about this at home, first ask about the house."

...

At this moment, brother Zhang has already started to open the carriage, holding bundles of packing boxes and plastic film from inside.

Song Tan came over to help, and heard him laughing:

"I see that your sender is quite familiar. It seems that the one you usually send to the imperial capital is probably a friend, right? It's ice luck again. I was thinking of someone sending you something special, so I hurried to send it to you."

After all, from the urban area to the town, it will be one day later than the normal time limit. If it is delayed any longer, I am afraid that the contents inside will not be fresh.

Song Tan also became interested: ah, that benefactor?

She poked her head over and said, "Let me see things!"

Brother Zhang glanced at the carriage in embarrassment: "Then what... I forgot when I moved the package, and stuffed it to the inside."

Song Tan: ...

Fine.

She then bundled a bunch of cardboard boxes in one hand and quickly lifted them down.

But at this moment, seeing a familiar figure beside him, he couldn't help but shouted:

"Uncle, why did you come so soon? I thought it would be noon!"

Song Sancheng in the yard heard the voice, looked at Ulan with a serious face, and finally came out, twitching the corners of his mouth: "Brother, you are walking so fast..."

Song Dafang stood at the door, looked at Song Tan and the pile of cardboard boxes in her hand with a serious face:

"What is this for?"

Brother Zhang thought it was his family when he heard Song Tan calling uncle, and said with a smile, "I'm sending a courier. I'm afraid there will be too many packages today, so I brought some more packages."

Song Dafang frowned, and said in disapproval: "The Fengfeng express written on your car—isn't Fengfeng express very expensive?"

Brother Zhang became proud: "It is expensive, but it also guarantees the time limit!"

And the price he gave Song Tan was already very low.

Just as he was hesitating, he saw the middle-aged man in front of him saying to Song Sancheng who was at the side:

"Thirty percent. I'm not talking about you. You don't worry about your family's business at all. You leave it to the children to fiddle with it. What do they know? What can't be sent by express? It has to be sent by Fengfeng Express? I don't know how much it will cost! "

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