Song Tan Jishi

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

As for the grievances and grievances between the old Song brothers, who can hide them from people like them who often come here to work?

What's more, the courier Zhang was so good that the people in the village wanted to come over and watch.

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

Oh yo yo!

Looking at who doesn’t know what they want to do?

Your dear brother, the old Song family promised to give it to us first. It’s not like we won’t help with the work, so why should we give it to you?

 It is intolerable to cut off people's financial opportunities.

No, Zhou Maozhu was still muttering in the group, Li Lanhua had already come over first.

Qiaoqiao was counting dumplings in the pot. When she heard this, she became nervous and rushed out of the kitchen and shouted:

 “Uncle is not a good person! You can’t share the king’s **** with him!”

Okay!

This silly boy's words broke Li Lanhua's growing momentum.

 In an instant, everyone in the courtyard burst into laughter.

Song Dafang was gritting his teeth with hatred.

 He has never looked down upon Song Sancheng in his life.

 Having no ability for the rest of my life, I can only stay in the countryside. He is married to a very capable wife and has a daughter who is quite promising, but he is not smart enough to find a good partner in the provincial capital and has to come back to the village.

 Son, you are a fool again.

 But it was this fool who stabbed him in the heart several times, and his words were so unpleasant!

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

 In the past, Qiaoqiao would have retreated in tears and fear. But now he is so amazing, not one episode of the entire Ultraman series has been missed, and he still has savings!

Although his sister holds the savings, he is also the one who can support the family and the dogs with his salary. In addition, Xin Jun and the seventh cousin often praise...

I have to say that his self-confidence started from the inside out, and his whole person was completely different!

So Qiaoqiao also glared over: "Why are you so mean! Everything you want belongs to our family. Do you have the right to speak?"

 He thought for a while, and he still remembered the discussion about Sister Lingling’s boyfriend at home two days ago, so he hummed and summarized it:

“You…you…didn’t get rich when my father and you were on good terms, but then we got rich after you guys quarreled…You must have been holding our wealth back!”

 “Pfft, cough, cough!!”

Wulan coughed violently at the side. Song Tan gathered spiritual energy in his palms and hurriedly helped her follow the cough. The mother and daughter looked at each other and suddenly laughed wildly.

On the other hand, Song Youde and Wang Lifen felt a little stunned.

 Don't say it, it seems that things got better and better after the relationship between the two brothers became estranged.

 In fact, this is purely a psychological effect. But the more the old couple thought about it, the more they realized that was what happened. Song Youde pushed Grandpa Song Tan's wheelchair up without saying a word, and then rushed straight towards Song Dafang -

“Get out of here, get out of here! This will make life easier at 30%! I shouldn’t let you come into the yard and bother them!”

The little old man is very aggressive and has no doubts about numerology!

The grandfather in the wheelchair had a blank look on his face and had no time to think, so he had to hold on to the armrests and rush over. Song Dafang was confused for a moment. He was about to sarcastically say "nonsense feudal superstition" when he saw his own father pushing the wheelchair with a risk-taking attitude. The old man rushed over -

 Oooh!

Who can stand this now? If this disabled person falls to the ground, he will have to shed half of his skin even if he doesn't die!

Subconsciously, he turned around and ran out the door. Mao Li stood there with her short boots on in a daze for a moment, and had no choice but to run out too.

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, people immediately surrounded him:

 “You boss Song, you have really forgotten your roots!”

“My own parents left us alone and then turned around and wanted to end our livelihood! Why are you so vicious?”

"That's right! We have all signed. Song Tan has agreed to sell next year's vegetable seedlings to us. Why are you just coming to cut off the seeds now? We have dug the land!"

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

"Don't talk nonsense to him, Mao Zhu said it! He must have used the old man to cut off his beard on purpose..."

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

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

 “Click.”

There was only a crisp sound, and everyone fell silent instantly.

Song Dafang felt bad. He suddenly turned around and saw that his car glass had been smashed to pieces again!

 “Are you crazy?!” He glared at Song Sancheng.

But I saw that the honest middle-aged man's face turned red: "Just smash it! What the hell, I'll hit you again next time you dare to come!"

“Song Dafang, let me tell you, if I call you brother, I will give you face!”

“Last time you called me Tantan, and this time you called me Qiaoqiao... I should have smashed your head in before you even entered the door!”

 He was panting and arguing, and the pressure was obviously much greater than using bricks.

But miraculously, Song Dafang suddenly gave up.

 Including Mao Li, everyone squeezed behind him in an instant and quietly tugged on his arm.

Song Sancheng was also nervous.

He has not had 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?

　　　How frustrating it would be if your family had to pay compensation 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 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 with you... How embarrassing!”

 The onlookers were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

 “Yes! This is too embarrassing.”

“Don’t tell me, Sancheng is such an honest person, but he’s so scary when pushed hard.”

“He is so honest. When pressed, he would smash the glass of someone’s car, not with a kitchen knife. There is nothing to be afraid of..."

Everyone laughed, wishing each other a happy New Year and greeting Song Sancheng, and went back to their respective homes.

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

“Generous, I think we can’t come to this hometown. Didn’t you see that 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? How had he seen Song Sancheng look like this in all his years?

Although the car window was smashed last time, it was not so scary!

Moreover, everyone is very angry. If they can't stop coming up and beat him, and then they can't hold back...

That's going to cause trouble!

 His face tightened.

Although it was a bit embarrassing to run away immediately, and seeing the golden mountain right in front of me but unable to dig it out, I 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 is no good news at all on the first day of the Lunar New Year, at least the TV is not cheap for them.

 Let’s try giving it to Hongmei later.

 When the time comes that she has cooperation with her hometown, she will cooperate with Hongmei... How can she catch up with this opportunity to make a fortune!

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

 …

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

 But today, no one in the Old Song family hates him. Only his grandfather is complaining:

“Brother, I know you are anxious, and everyone is anxious because that child is unfilial! 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 but apologize: "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 move you two boxes of good wine. You can stay busy during the New Year." It’s a good idea to entertain relatives!”

“These are all brought to me by the party secretary of our village. She treats me as her own grandpa and respects me! All the gifts are 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 home, just spread them out...”

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

 If nothing else, Song Youde made money this year, and now he speaks quite generously.

Her father is the same, not to mention how much money he earned from weaving straw mats in the summer. During the festival, Song Sancheng 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:

“It is expected that there will be more to be edited next year.”

 …

Here, Zhou Tianyu stood at the edge of the stove, holding a big bowl, and started eating eagerly.

 “It’s so delicious!”

The hot dumplings were blowing and swallowed in embarrassment. 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 had been accidentally roasted and stuffed with raw meat from the stove next door. While breaking them open to take a look, Qiaoqiao 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?”

Qiaoqiao 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 overpowering that Zhou Tianyu could not help but stare at it while eating the dumplings.

Then he saw Qiaoqiao raise his hand, and the broken sweet potatoes were thrown into the red bucket aside.

 Then he divided the remaining large sweet potatoes into three times and five divided by two.

　　　　!!”

Zhou Tianyu trembled with heartache.

 “Isn’t this good? Why are you throwing it in the bucket?”

 “Feed the pigs!”

 The dumpling water is also very delicious, so don’t waste it. Mix something into it.

As he was talking, Qiao Qiao opened the large pottery vat on the side, scooped out a basin of rice bran and poured it on the sweet potatoes. The extra dumpling soup in the pot that was not finished was also poured directly into the bucket.

After finishing everything, he raised his head with sincere eyes and sincere questions:

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

Zhou Tianyu bit down on the dumpling numbly, almost crying with heartache: "It's not as delicious as your pig food."

"Really?"

Qiao Qiao became even more interested: "Brother Tianyu, have you ever tried it? How many brands have you tried? Are all the brands not as delicious as mine?"

He thought about it and then became curious: "When have you ever eaten from my family... Your Majesty will not let you steal food!"

Zhou Tianyu was full of bitterness: "You don't understand... what good things can be put into the mouths of workers. If I say it is pig food, it is pig food."

His answer was so strange that Qiaoqiao 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 it out themselves... It’s better not to expose them anymore.

 …

When the belated breakfast and lunch was over, Zhou Tianyu took Song Sancheng and Song Youde to his home, and heard his grandmother curiously ask Ulan:

"Tomorrow is the second day of the new year. The girl should go back to her parents' home. If you go back with me, what will you do if Xiao Lu comes?"

Grandma thought for a moment: "Anyway, it will be the same when I get home, otherwise I'd better stay here with you. Tan Tan, ask your uncle and the others to come over tomorrow."

Song Tan didn't care about this at all. He thought about it and nodded: "Okay! Come over here! Let us, Lingling, see what it means to be discerning."

Grandma laughed from ear to ear as soon as she heard this.

"That's true! That's true! Lingling is not as good as you in this aspect, so you have to learn more!"

 Speaking of this, Song Tan felt quite regretful: "I also asked Lu Chuan to dress up and look good, so that he can crush Lingling's boyfriend on the second day of junior high school."

Who knew that the king could solve the problem with just one roar? What a missed opportunity!

On the contrary, grandma shook her head: "That's useless. Lingling is different from you. You can try whoever you like. She always feels that she is not worthy of them."

“Even if we haven’t broken up now, now that I have met Xiao Lu, I will probably feel that I am worthy of an ordinary person.”

"This child is too honest. She doesn't have the slightest bit of comparison spirit that everyone has."

Grandma sighed, deeply worried.

 (End of this chapter)