Away from the big book, the educated youth became the village favorite by running errands

Song Shuangshuang had already written two lines. Noticing the actions of the two people, she felt as if she had forgotten something.

Blinking, she remembered.

This agreement must also be written in a copy and given to the old lady or Uncle Song to make it official.

Thinking of this, Song Shuangshuang took out a pen from her pocket, took out half of the manuscript paper and gave it to her younger brother, asking him to write one as well.

Song Youlin: “…”Okay, write it.

The brother and sister were lying on the water tank writing, looking inexplicably pitiful.

The brother and sister briefly wrote down the reasons why the old lady severed ties with Song's father, and emphasized that it was the old lady who took the initiative to sever ties.

In the end, Song's father took out a hundred yuan and gave it to the old lady and Uncle Song, and the three families had no relationship from then on.

Song's father is not responsible for the old lady's care and funeral.

"Come on, uncle, take a look. If there's no problem, we'll sign and put our fingerprints on it."

Uncle Song took the filled manuscript paper with an expressionless face and checked the contents. Old Mrs. Zhang also stretched her neck to read the contents.

Song Shuangshuang wanted to laugh when she saw it.

I don't know what Mrs. Zhang is looking at, it's as if she can recognize words.

"How is it? Is the writing okay?" Seeing Uncle Song's eyes move away from the manuscript paper, Mrs. Zhang asked anxiously.

Song Shuangshuang and Song Youlin: "..."

The old lady's train of thought is somewhat abnormal. Normally, shouldn't she hope that there is a problem so that she can have an excuse to ask for more money?

But the old lady was hoping that everything would be fine and she would just take the hundred dollars and leave.

Seeing that Uncle Song didn't say anything, the old lady asked again if he had any questions. If yes, she would put her fingerprints on it.

Uncle Song almost vomited blood.

The old lady must have burned out her brain. Why is she so anxious?

In order to get more money, Uncle Song pointed to one of the rules and said, "This one is not right. Wasn't it you, the third child, who suggested severing the relationship by paying 100 yuan? How come it was our mother who said that?"

"I see you are getting old and your hearing isn't working well.

Didn't you hear it outside?

It was the old lady who first asked my dad to give up his job, and then she cut off all ties with him.

It’s just that my family neither agrees to give me a job nor 500 yuan.

So there is nothing wrong with me writing this way.

Oh, if you think it's incomplete, I can add two sentences.

Write down that you and the old lady agreed to sever the relationship with her for 100 yuan."

Still want to find fault with her? No way!

Uncle Song was speechless. How could he really let Song Shuangshuang remember this? Wouldn't that make him look like there was something wrong with him?

Uncle Song chuckled twice and returned the manuscript paper to Song Shuangshuang.

"I don't think there's any problem."

When the old lady heard that there was no problem, she urged Song's father to give the money quickly.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Money won't just run away. Let's sign and put our fingerprints on it first."

Song Shuangshuang reached into her pocket and took out a box of ink.

Except for Song Youlin, everyone in the Song family was curious about why Song Shuangshuang brought back the ink pad, as they didn't have it at home.

Without hesitation, Mr. Song wrote his name at the bottom of the manuscript paper and put his fingerprint on it.

"Come on, it's your turn."

"I can't write." Old Mrs. Zhang still wanted to deny it.

“That’s easy. Let your son write your name and you put your fingerprint on it.

Uncle, please remember to write that you and the old lady are mother and son, and that you signed for her because the old lady couldn't write.

Oh, yes, you have to sign it too. After all, our family has disowned you.

After signing these two agreements, uncle, remember to write a receipt for the old lady to prove that you took the 100 yuan."

Don’t be afraid of 10,000, just be afraid of the worst!

Song Shuangshuang made her requirements clear and did not give the two men any chance to find loopholes.

Old Mrs. Zhang and Uncle Song were almost furious. Why was this girl so troublesome?

He watched Uncle Song grit his teeth as he wrote a receipt according to his own requirements, and together with the old lady, he signed his name and put his fingerprints on three pieces of paper.

Song Shuangshuang smiled with satisfaction.

very good!

Finally, I have nothing to do with this family of leeches!

"Give me the money!" Old Mrs. Zhang stretched out her hand to Song's father.

As soon as Mr. Song took out the money, it was snatched away by Old Lady Zhang.

Seeing the old lady impatiently spitting and counting the money, Song Shuangshuang said coldly, "You must count it clearly. If you say that the money is short after you leave this door, we will not recognize it."

Mrs. Zhang was concentrating on counting the money at this moment, fearing that Song's father had given him too much, let alone not listening to Song Shuangshuang's words.

Song Shuangshuang didn't care whether the old lady answered or not.

After the old lady counted the money and put it in her pocket, Song Shuangshuang sent her away without hesitation for even a second.

"Please, both of you. We are strangers from now on."

Old Mrs. Zhang glared at Song Shuangshuang and cursed her as a little beast!

They were all strangers, so Song Shuangshuang would naturally not indulge Old Lady Zhang, and she directly replied, "Who are you scolding, you little beast!"

"The little beast is scolding you!!"

Song Shuangshuang smiled and said, "Tsk, you still refuse to admit your age and say you are young."

Old Mrs. Zhang was slow to react. By the time she realized what was happening and wanted to slap Song Shuangshuang, Song Shuangshuang had already slammed the door shut.

Turning around, Song Shuangshuang picked up the agreement that was thrown to the ground by Old Lady Zhang and put it away herself.

"Mom and Dad, keep this statement and receipt. I'll keep the one that the old lady doesn't want, in case your copy is lost and the old lady comes looking for you again."

She likes to keep things in reserve to be safe.

Father Song looked at the two pieces of paper with red handprints on them, hesitated for a while but still didn't take them.

"Youhui, keep it."

Song Youhui knew that his father didn't want to see this thing sad, so he took the two statements from his sister, folded them up and put them in his pocket.

The family lost interest in eating, so they simply tidied up and went back to their rooms.

Seeing that Song's mother was worried about Song's father, Song Shuangshuang made an excuse that she had something to discuss with her brother and asked Song's mother to go back to the room and spend some time with Song's father.

The brother and sister locked the door and entered the space together. They asked the system to keep a close eye on the movements outside and send them messages in time.

As soon as she entered the space, Song Shuangshuang lay on the bed in a "big" shape.

"Ah, my big soft bed! I miss it so much!"

Song Youlin leaned against the shelf, speechless.

"No, you also slept on a kang in the village. It's only been a short time and you've changed."

Song Shuangshuang glared at him and said, "Tsk, you naughty boy, you don't even know how to feel sorry for your sister.

It's not easy for me running around these days. I dare not sleep too deeply when sleeping in the same room with my mother at night, for fear that I will say something I shouldn't and let her hear it.

I finally got into the space, can't I just relax?"

I'm so suffocated.

"Okay, okay, I feel sorry for you. Come, let me give you a shoulder massage."

Song Youlin walked over, pulled his sister up, and started massaging her shoulders and back.

"Yeah, not bad. Do a good job, and I'll give you a tip later."

Song Youlin immediately stopped and stretched out his hand in front of Song Shuangshuang.

"Give me the money first."

Song Shuangshuang: "..."

He took out a penny from his pocket and put it in Song Youlin's hand in a bad mood.

Song Youlin: "..."