Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 443 443. Do you have a house to rent? 【Ask for a monthly ticket】

  Honestly speaking, when talking about this mess at home, Guo Dong has mixed feelings.

  But all the complexity, after facing Ulan Qiqi Ai Ai's hint, turned into a helpless smile——

   "Auntie, you are overthinking. I still look very similar to my parents."

   Besides, based on her experience growing up in the village, even if the parents really couldn't give birth and needed to adopt a child, they certainly wouldn't keep a girl for a long time.

   "Oh oh... oh..."

  Ulan responded in a dazed manner, but then her expression became blank: "If it's her own, why is she so hard to think about it?"

   It is quite normal in the eyes of their generation to urge marriage. When the children grow up, they will get married and have children.

  But when buying a pig, you still have to look at the circle, and when you choose a man for your daughter, isn’t that even more difficult? Who is Dr. Guo's mother looking for?

  Listen to what Xiao Guo said, he is a gambler, and some kind of alcoholic... That's it, isn't it obvious that he made his daughter suffer!

  However, thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, but Ulan was more confident in persuading him to stay in the village.

   Otherwise, this young girl with such good conditions, why can't she think about it and take root in this strange backcountry!

  Guo Dong thought to himself: When you are sad, tell your story, it will be much better.

   No, she felt much relieved now, and instead turned her head to comfort Ulan:

   "It's okay, auntie, I couldn't think about it at first. It was very painful. Later I realized that she called me selfish because her extreme behavior happened to be the real selfish self."

   This is the chance to chat with Ulan, otherwise she would never be able to say this.

   "If you don't get along, you don't get along. Some people don't have enough fate from their parents."

  Listen, listen!

  Is this what a young girl should say?

   Ulan felt more and more sympathetic.

   "If you want me to say, it must be that the atmosphere in your village is not good. Such a matchmaker dares to come to the door and say-let us go to our village, and see if she doesn't use a big broom to beat her out!"

  Guo Dong snorted: "Really? Your village is so good?"

Ulan also told the truth: "It wasn't so good earlier. You don't know, when I was a daughter-in-law, I didn't know why, and I was born with girls in several families-what should I do? My own children feel distressed chant."

   "Besides, the village is poor. There is nothing comparable. Children don't need money to go to school. It's better than a certificate!"

  Speaking of this, Ulan was full of pride: Her family Tan Tan came back with a certificate every semester.

   "Later, when the child grows up, your family will send the girl to college, and my family will also have to work hard to send her out—one or two, and comparing each other. Isn't this all affected?"

  Guo Dong was stunned.

   Then he sighed sadly, with a little yearning in his eyes:

   "That's great, it's a university competition, not a bride price."

   "Cough."

  Ulan's expression became even weirder:

   "Then what... The main reason is that the children didn't live up to expectations, and they didn't get into the university..."

  She smiled embarrassingly: "You also know that the level of education in our village is like this."

   Like their family, Tan Tan, when she was in junior high school, the students in the town could read short English passages with her mouth open. She hadn’t learned ABC yet.

  He went to cram school during the holidays, and she came back from the holidays to pick tea and carry firewood...

  Just, to be honest, the child is not a genius, nor is he the kind of head hanging from a beam and a thorn in his ass... So in the whole village, not to mention how excellent the academic qualifications are, there are not many people who have been admitted to college seriously.

   Ah this.

   This is kind of true.

  Guo Dong didn't know what to say.

  She originally wanted to say that being able to go out is a very good thing. But all kinds of words of consolation with lofty intentions gradually lost their soul in Ulan's unreasonable replies...

  In the end, she could only laugh dryly:

   "Auntie, you are really interesting here."

  Ulan became excited and slapped her thigh at this moment:

"Really! I told you that our village is so good, but it's a pity that Dr. Guo is capable now, and you must go to the big city to work hard. If there is a chance, I really want to keep you in the village—not to mention anything else, there is a doctor, How convenient!"

   "My old man and old lady don't have to worry about recuperating their bodies."

   "That's not worth anything."

  Guo Dong laughed: "Auntie, if you can trust me, I'll be able to give them a pulse later and prescribe a prescription later. You just go to the pharmacy to get the medicine yourself."

   "But traditional Chinese medicine is a long-term process, so don't be impatient."

  She was quite moved—because she was a woman and she was still so young, it took a lot of effort to be trusted when she first started her own clinic.

   I didn't expect this aunt I just met to trust me so much!

  Ulan: …

  She came to her senses—boy, the topic is way too much.

So I hurriedly pulled it back: "Hey, why doesn't the county arrange a doctor like you for our village? The doctor in our village will go to live in the town soon, and after that, dozens of elderly households in the village will not have a doctor." .”

  She sighed sadly, with an infinitely distant expression, full of worries about the future of the mountain village.

  Guo Dong:…

   I don't know if it's an illusion, but she always feels that the aunt in front of her seems to have something to say, but what does this mean?

   Is Jin Yingzi still want to increase the price?

No. The price of 200 is scary enough, and there is really no way out if it goes up any further.

   Or... Afraid that she won't buy it, I want to pass a step first to give myself a room to bargain?

  She couldn't make up her mind for a moment.

  Song Tan listened to it, and couldn't help sighing silently—that is to say, the communication of contemporary young people must be done by young people!

  So he walked over and asked directly: "Doctor Guo, have you found a place to live?"

"No ah!"

   Guo Dong replied subconsciously.

   Then he regained his composure: "I plan to rent a house in the urban area tomorrow. The rent here should be about the same as ours."

  Anyway, both sides are 18th-tier small towns with similar consumption levels.

   "Oh, you really don't know how to live."

Song Tan also held a piece of watermelon, and ate it slowly: "Didn't you come out from home? Now that you have no income, you still have to spend money to buy medicinal materials—the money is used to rent a house, so what if it is inconvenient to buy by yourself? "

  She was suddenly so thoughtful, Guo Dong was a little uncomfortable. Only a tentative answer:

   "I can usually use my credit card to pay..."

   As soon as the voice fell, Song Tan looked at her disapprovingly: "The most important thing in life is to increase income and reduce expenditure! Don't you want to pay back the credit card money? You have to find a way to save money!"

  Guo Dong finally understood.

  She thought to herself: This family is more and more euphemistic than the other, so just say no?

   "Do you have a house in the urban area that you want to rent to me?"

   "Let me tell you first, I can't afford to rent an expensive one for the time being - I can't afford to rent a front room either. It should be remote, away from the school district hospital. It's better to be smaller."

  Song Tan: …

   This is to make up for yesterday.

   I mustered up the courage to make an appointment for a dental appointment on Monday, and then I remembered today that my grandma celebrated her birthday on Monday (*`*)

   In addition, it’s the end of the month, and it’s time to climb the list. Please vote, subscribe, and don’t save articles!

  (end of this chapter)