Siheyuan: promoted to director, sub-district office to send wife

I smacked my tongue inwardly, the Song family's financial conditions are really good.

I can be willing to bring so many needles and brains to my daughter.

Generally, when people marry their daughters out, they say "the daughters who go to marry out, the water is poured out", and they don't get anything extra at all.

With such a good thread, you can use it at home, and that guy doesn't need to be coaxed.

Immediately afterwards, the third mother sensed something was wrong, and touched her nose in embarrassment, "Jia Yun, why did the aunt remember that you are a refugee.

The conditions at home are not good, why did you bring so many things? "

The tone sounds very uncertain, but in fact, this is what I think in my heart.

Song Jiayun gritted her lips and said, "Third Mom, I've been trying to explain, but I didn't find a chance."

From the moment they entered the door, the third mom never stopped talking, blah blah, blah blah, and didn't give Song Jiayun a chance to speak.

Realizing her own reasons, the third mother was also happy, clapping her legs and laughing.

He laughed at himself, "Oh, look at me, it's a joke. Fortunately, there are no outsiders here."

"Just now the old lady in the backyard came over to give it away, saying that she didn't need it, so she threw it away as a waste."

After Song Jiayun finished speaking, the eyes of the third mother were bigger than the eyes of a bull.

"What? The deaf old lady gave it to you, oops! It's so rare, I've been married for decades, and I've never seen an old lady take the initiative to give something away."

The envy in the eyes of the three mothers could not be hidden, "Look at so many needles, how good it is!"

"Auntie, I have to thank you for teaching me how to make shoe soles and insoles. You can pick a few needles and threads and use them. I don't need so many."

Song Jiayun knew how to handle things, so she took the initiative to speak.

The third mother was very happy, but after thinking about it, she still refused.

"No, if I use it, I'll come to your house to get it. I can't ask you for nothing."

The third mother instinctively glanced at the door, the door of the He family was closed tightly, and then lowered her voice and continued to speak.

"Your third uncle is a stubborn one. Don't let me take things from people casually. If you take them back, you will be buried by him."

Song Jiayun spoke quickly, and asked, "But everyone said that the third master loves...will live a life."

Love is greedy for petty gains, but was swallowed by Song Jiayun in time, and she smiled embarrassingly.

The two could chat well, and there were no other neighbors here, so the third mother didn't care about that sentence at all.

Hehe laughed and said, "My old Yan was really stingy in the past, breaking every penny in half.

But there is no other way, the salary of more than [-] yuan a month is enough for the whole family to eat snacks and drink Lazard.

How can you afford a bicycle if you don't have to live fast? "

As he spoke, he showed a satisfied expression on his face, and his tone was brisk, "I won't be so calculating in the future, Zhu Zi presided over the wedding for him, and I got eight yuan in just half a month!"

After gesticulating with eight fingers, the third mother grinned, "Lao Yan said that when all the young people in this area are married, he will develop his business outside the city.

The leftovers from the package alone are enough for us to eat several meals, oops, but he didn't let me give it to you, saying that he was afraid that Zhuzi would dislike it. "

Song Jiayun was taken aback, she didn't expect Yan Bugui to know her man so well.

Euphemistically expressing his gratitude, "It's just the two of us, we can't eat much, so you guys should keep it."

"Hey, I'll give you a plate when aunt makes a basket of meat-filled steamed stuffed buns another day."

As the saying goes, people are refreshed on happy occasions, and the three mothers never stopped talking.

She didn't dare to reveal anything in the courtyard, for fear of being jealous and being stabbed in the back by evil things.

But this is a good life, not showing off is uncomfortable!
It just so happened that Song Jiayun was the most suitable candidate, with a tight mouth and no fuss!
Even so, the third mother still put her finger to her mouth and let out a "shh".

"Jia Yun, don't go out and tell other people, Lao Yan's job doesn't allow you to do this."

Yan Bugui teaches in a school, and his job is very important.

If the principal or the Education Bureau found out, the consequences would be disastrous.

Song Jiayun pursed her lips and smiled, "Third Mom, don't worry, I will keep my mouth shut."

The two talked and laughed, and the time passed quickly.

I ate lunch at He's house and cooked two bowls of noodles.

When it was almost time, the third mother got up to say goodbye.

"Jia Yun, your third uncle is about to leave work, and I have to go back to cook.

Take the remaining one slowly by yourself. This thing can’t be done in a day, so don’t worry. "

Before coming to He's house, she put out the stove at home, in order to save a few dollars for charcoal fire.

Now I am in a hurry to go back, mainly because of the trouble of lighting the stove.

The moment the door opened, it was really cold, and the wind was so cold that it made my head ache.

The third mother covered her mouth with her cotton-padded jacket, and muttered as she walked, "God, how many people are going to freeze to death, the quilt won't work well at night."

Song Jiayun watched her leave with a smile, closed the door and rubbed her hands.

Then he also stuffed a few pieces of charcoal into his own stove to make the fire more vigorous.

The man told her that the body is the most important thing, and the charcoal money is nothing.

...

On the originally quiet street, bustling crowds suddenly appeared, all of whom had left work from major factories.

Yan Bugui arrived home first, and happily pushed the bicycle into the courtyard while humming a little tune.

The moment he passed the door, his eyes flashed.

I just feel something is wrong, but I can't explain what went wrong.

Park the bicycle in the corner, and find your old buddy "car towel" when you enter the house.

The third mother drooped her eyelids, cooking with a dignified expression, "I'm back, let's get cold."

"It's cold, people are freezing to death outside today, and my feet are too cold to curl up."

Yan Bugui didn't hear the meaning in the old woman's words, so he answered bluntly.

"It's cold outside? It's not as cold as our house. It's so cold that I can't reach out to cook."

The third mother rolled her eyes at the wall, and secretly scolded her old man for being blind.

Having two more eyes than others is not a big deal.

The yin and yang words finally caught Yan Bugui's attention, "Ah, that's right! Why is it so cold in our room.

You didn't light the stove?Or put less charcoal? "

Talking in his mouth, he walked to the stove, picked up the kettle, and took a look inside.

Oh my goodness, it was stuffed to the brim, and the dosage was more than twice the usual amount.

It stands to reason that the room should already be hot and sweaty, but now I feel a cool breeze passing by the back of my head.

"Who? It's so wicked! If it's broken, I don't know how to press it! Who did it, come out!"

He Yuzhu's loud reprimand sounded at the door.

Yan Bugui frowned, "What's the matter with Zhuzi, he yelled as soon as he got home, disturbing the people."

"Hmph, Zhu Zi has good eyesight, unlike you!" The third mother pursed her lips and threw a piece of ginger into the pot.

"I don't eat ginger, and you forgot?" Yan Bugui hated the smell of ginger the most.

Whether it is sliced, shredded, or minced, he can't accept it.

The third mother smiled, and turned her head to give him a smug look, "I did it on purpose, I deliberately tried to scare you."

It was terrible, the old woman was frozen crazy after not seeing each other for a day.

Yan Bugui was so frightened that he put on his hat again and went out to check the situation.

"Zhuzi, what are you yelling about? I was quarreled by you at home."

He Yuzhu clasped his hands together, pouted, motioning him to look at the door.

Yan Bugui's eyes followed, surprised.

The door is still the original door, but it has been separated from the door frame.

"Oh, what happened, who did it!"

"Third Master, you are more excited than I am. Is it because your house is too cold?" He Yuzhu said with a look of schadenfreude.

No wonder Yan Bugui didn't react much just now, but he just saw it.