Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

Su Haitang left the Wang family.

Originally, she didn't intend to take the money, so she just took it as a thank you to Uncle Wang for his kindness; but Yu Ge was aloof and disdainful, and refused to take advantage of her, fearing that she would take advantage of it, Su Haitang felt so bored, and happily accepted Pay a few cents and leave.

Of course, it was paid according to the market price, five cents a catty, and the melons I ate couldn't be weighed, so Yu Ge generously calculated the price according to two catties.

A dime a melon is really generous!

Su Haitang's heart was cold, and she didn't bother to pay attention to Xiaocui's sour words that gloated at her misfortune.

It doesn't matter if the melon can't be sold or even sold at a low price. She was robbed by the disaster before, didn't she endure the same?

She was just worried that she would cause trouble for her cousin and affect Su Haitao's friendship with these boys.

But since it's a small hair, it shouldn't be so easy to break up, right? What they didn't like was themselves, and they were willing to take time out of their daily affairs to meet her, originally because of Su Haitao's face.

Su Haitang comforted herself silently, carrying the remaining five or six melons on her back, and went downstairs with heavy steps.

"Haitang, where are you going? We're going to eat now."

It just so happened that Wang Qingshan came back from school after picking up his grandson, and asked in surprise when he saw her carrying a bag on her back, followed by Huang Zhenxing with a clear face.

"Master, that, I won't bother you. Thank you, Mr. You are a good person. Give this melon to you and your children. No money is required."

Su Haitang pulled the corner of her mouth, took out two melons, put them in plastic bags and handed them over.

Wang Qingshan frowned and didn't answer.

"Go back and talk if you have something to say. We'll have dinner right away, and we'll talk about it after dinner."

Su Haitang showed a wry smile, and didn't want to talk about other people's right and wrong in the corridor. Seeing that he didn't pick it up, he handed the bag to Huang Zhenxing who was behind him, and then repacked a melon and handed it to him.

"Section Chief Huang, thank you for your kindness. Don't be disgusted with this melon as a gift for you. It's not worth anything if you grow it yourself."

Su Haitang stuffed the bag into his hand, looked down at the handsome little boy who was looking up at her curiously, and smiled more sincerely.

"I heard that you won the first prize in the calligraphy competition, that's amazing! Congratulations!"

Su Haitang raised her head and smiled at the three of them, before going downstairs with her schoolbag on her back.

"Aren't you going to ask me the trick of writing? Don't you just talk casually, flattering my grandpa?"

The clear and crisp child's voice resounded, echoing in the corridor.

Su Haitang stopped and looked back at him with a broken smile.

This child is really unusual, much like his parents.

Seeing the boy's serious expression, Su Haitang smiled and waved.

"Hurry up and go home for dinner. It's time for a lunch break after dinner, and I have to go to class in the afternoon. I have to sell my melons first. I have to have a full stomach first, and then think about the elegant things of writing and painting."

"Calligraphy is for self-cultivation. As long as you want to, you can practice anytime and anywhere. You are just an excuse." The boy exposed her calmly.

Su Haitang laughed again and surrendered.

"Okay, I admit that I had the idea of ​​praising you to please your grandfather earlier, but it's true to ask for calligraphy lessons. It's just that I have to leave now and then, so I won't bother you."

"I'll go home and practice by myself first, and when I earn money from selling melons, I'll buy a copybook and practice accordingly; when I have money and free time, I can also spend money to enroll in a hobby class and listen to the guidance of professional teachers .”

"You're right. It doesn't matter whether you practice calligraphy sooner or later, as long as you put your heart into it. Thank you, little calligrapher in the future, let's go home and have dinner. The body is the capital of the revolution."

Su Haitang waved at him again, and went downstairs briskly.

The boy watched quietly for a while, then raised his head and said to the two adults, "I don't believe she is a bad person."