Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 342 342. Money for building a house

  Song Tan nodded, but did not express any opinion, but said casually:

"It doesn't matter whether you go back or not, but uncle, grandpa plans to renovate the old house after a while. My family is building a house. The budget for the engineering team is 30,000 yuan. If you have time, you can also go back and talk to grandpa. Let's discuss the layout of the house."

  Good guy, there was a thunderbolt on this sunny day, and the uncle frowned so tightly—

   "Isn't his old house well-lived? Why is it suddenly going to be renovated? It's a hot day to build a house. Don't they think clearly about where the old couple will live?"

  His face was dark, full of righteousness: "Your dad is too! Tell them to accompany the elderly to fulfill their filial piety, why don't they know how to worry about it? They are just coaxing them to spend money."

  Mao Li also jumped up: "That's right! The house is neither broken nor broken, why can't you live in it? How old do you need to build a house? How long can you live—"

  She pursed her lips tightly, realizing that the next words were hard to say.

  But soon found another angle: "People say that old children are old children. This old man thinks about it as soon as he thinks about it, and he doesn't think about how stressful his children are now!"

   "Ziyi is still so young, she spends a lot of money on cram schools throughout the year, and she is tossing around. Why, your uncle can make money, so just squander it like this!"

   What I said here is the essence of "smelly shameless".

  As long as the elderly in rural areas are capable, they will not ask their children for alimony. Her uncle said so well, how much money will she spend on her parents all year round?

   Still squandering?

   Picking up more trash than he gave!

   Reasoning with this kind of person is pure nonsense, and Song Tan simply pretended to be innocent: "I don't know, anyway, grandpa is going to build a house. If you don't want to pay, uncle, I'll just go back and tell grandpa."

  Song Dafang didn't want to pay, but he was desperate for face, his face was dark at the moment, and he could only hold his breath:

   "No! Wait until I get some time to go back and talk about it."

   "Okay," Song Tan was not in a hurry: "Uncle, please take the time to hurry up, otherwise the cement and sandstone at my house will be ready, and it will cost money."

  Mao Li was about to jump to say something, but was scolded by Uncle Song: "Okay!"

   "Every day, they didn't treat me as a family. They didn't even say a word about such a big matter as building a house. I'm the eldest son! Those who don't know, think I'm not filial!"

  Song Tan Haoxuan didn't roll his eyes.

  Qiao Qiao listened for a long time in wonder, and now he couldn't help but said: "But didn't you say something just now? Uncle, you don't want to pay yourself, why do you say we didn't say anything."

   "Qiao Qiao." Song Tan said to him: "Why don't you just tell the truth, uncle doesn't like to hear it. Hurry up, put the melon down, let's go back."

   "It's so late, and there's no food or water to drink. Standing here, I can't even turn on the fan. What are you doing?"

  Qiao Qiao obediently put the melon on the ground, then stepped forward with long legs, and followed Song Tan into the car.

  The last sentence was neither yin nor yang, Song Dafang and Mao Li were like bloated toads, gnashing their teeth for a long time.

  But when he got in the car, Qiao Qiao suddenly laughed silly.

  Song Tan glanced at him: "Why, are you so happy to send things to uncle?"

  She didn’t want to give melons, but she wanted to make grandparents happy. Elderly people, no matter what, still like children and harmony—of course, this is just a few melons.

   First of all, she has to be happy.

   "No." Jojo wondered while being happy, "I don't know why I feel so happy."

"My uncle used to talk, which sometimes made me very unhappy, and so did my aunt. But if I want to refute, and I don't know how to say it, my father will still talk about me... Today, I think my sister said it well, so I am very happy !"

  Song Sancheng's stinking problem is similar to most parents in the world-how can children be ignorant? How can children talk to their elders, Barabara? how do children...

  Humble, ah no, humble yourself and praise others.

  She laughed: "It seems that it is really right to find a teacher for you."

  Xin Jun taught well, not rigid at all! Back to hair prizes!

  …

  The car drove back steadily. Qiao Qiao was obviously a little tired after a day of tossing around, and now he was sitting in the car and yawning.

  Looking at the back seat again, Altman Zero is lying alone on several watermelons, no longer the scenery he had when he set off in the morning.

   "I don't know if Brother Yanping and Teacher Xin helped feed the babies well..."

   "There is also Datian, who has grown very cute and fluffy recently. They should play with Datian for a while, right?"

   Speaking of this, even Song Tan, who is not interested in voles, nodded: "It's really beautiful."

   I don’t know if it’s because I was given too much aura when I was a child. The field mouse named "Datian" has pure golden hair all over its body!

  What color is gold, what color is its fur!

  His eyes are dark and very clever. Although he is still small, he can already see his plump body.

  Qiaoqiao asked her grandma to make a floral vest for it, and put it on the same red floral vest as with several treasures—it can only be regarded as a short waistcoat in hot weather, and it doesn’t even cover her stomach.

   Not to mention, it is really cute, so that the family has no resistance to it.

  But there is also one point, the rush cage that Song Youde made up before, now looks smaller and smaller.

   "Should I buy you that kind of hamster cage online, with rollers?"

  Song Tan asked him.

  Qiaoqiao thought for a while, although it seemed interesting, he still shook his head: "Datian likes to run around, the cage is too small."

  Voles have the habit of stealing and hiding food. If a field mouse hole can be dug out during a famine, I don’t know how many lives can be saved.

  Song Tanke reminded: "Don't let me find out that he stole our family's food. If I find out, I will reward it to Dabai. It's useless for you to cry!"

   "No way!" Jojo shook his head, "It's very good, and it's very smart, and can understand."

  Song Tan felt relieved.

   Among other things, Qiao Qiao is good at raising animals.

but…

   "Have you thought about what job to arrange for him in the future?"

Song Tan counted them one by one: "Look, Dawang Dabai and Dabao all have jobs. We raise pigs to eat meat, and chickens and ducks lay eggs to eat meat. The two long-tailed pheasants in the back mountain have no choice. Who will let them have status? Woolen cloth?"

   "Now, you are the only big field that has not been planned. Think about what work you can do for it."

   This question stumped Jojo.

   That is to say, a field mouse, what can it do?

   Let it look at the vegetable field, it's not enough for a weasel to bite one by one, even a sparrow can't be driven away! Can't fly, run, or even swim.

   Ah, thinking about it this way, it’s so useless!

alright! Finished! ! I'm so tired, my brain cells are gone, my body is hollowed out...

   It’s not too much to ask for monthly tickets today, right?

   Good night Makabaka.

  (end of this chapter)