Age of Rebirth: The cannon-fodder eldest sister leads a counterattack with her younger sister Chapter 398 The Grandfather and Grandson of the Song Family Leave
Chapter 398 The Grandfather and Grandson of the Song Family Leave
Chapter 398 The Song Family’s Ancestors and Grandchildren Leave
There was not a cloud in the sky and not a breath of wind. Working in the fields under the scorching sun, Song Mingyang felt that he was about to be scorched. The only thing that comforted Song Mingyang was that Grandpa and Grandpa Hu were assigned easy jobs and did not have to suffer.
This crime, otherwise he would really worry that the three old people would not be able to endure it.
At this time, a girl with two braids came over carrying a basket. Standing next to the paddy field, the girl raised her voice and said: "Brother Mingyang, come up and drink some mung bean soup to relieve the heat!"
Song Mingyang said directly: "No, I'm not thirsty, you can give it to others to drink!"
This girl is the daughter of the village accountant, and she began to be courteous to him at the beginning of the year. At first, Song Mingyang thought that her father was like Niu Changshou, and thought that he would be able to make a comeback, so he wanted to marry his daughter to her and become a city man. Later, the accountant wanted to get her engaged, so Song Mingyang
I understand there was a misunderstanding. It was only after Mr. Hu reminded him that Song Mingyang realized that this girl came only for him, or perhaps for his appearance.
Because of Tian Shao's secret help and Tian Jianye's desire to have a good relationship with them, the work assigned to the grandparents and grandchildren was not as tiring as before. Over the past year, Song Mingyang not only grew taller and looked better, but also covered his skin all winter long.
He was also stunned. Coupled with his wealth of knowledge, the young people in Majia Village felt ashamed in front of him.
The girl obviously didn't give up. She poured a bowl of mung bean soup and placed it next to the paddy field and said, "Brother Mingyang, I'll put the mung bean soup here. You can drink it later!"
Song Mingyang was annoyed by this kind of behavior the most. He said with a cold face: "Miss Ma, I won't drink your mung bean soup without merit. I won't drink your mung bean soup. If you don't want to take it away, just leave it there! And, I'll follow you."
If I’m not familiar with you, please call me by my name.”
The girl was quite stubborn, so she put down the mung bean soup and left.
Song Mingyang ignored her and went back after waiting for some casual work. The mung bean soup next to the paddy field was finally drunk by a villager, and then the bowl was returned to Accountant Ma's house.
Because of this, Accountant Ma's wife was so angry that she beat her daughter up, and then said to her husband: "Head of the family, you'd better find a way to get him to another village. Otherwise, our family will be like a village.
It’s a joke.”
Accountant Ma frowned and said nothing.
At the same time, Song Mingyang dragged his tired body back to where he lived. Seeing Mr. Song cooking, he hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Grandpa, you go and rest, I will do it."
Mr. Song waved his hand and said, "What's the point of getting tired if I light a fire? You're sweating profusely, go wash your face and rest for a while. I'll call you when the meal is ready."
They eat whole grains at noon and afternoon, cook half of the porridge for a snack, and then cook white rice or pasta before dawn. Because their nutrition has kept up, the three elderly people are in much better health than before.
Song Mingyang couldn't rest. After washing his face and hands, he started cooking. Song Mingyang, the four of them, had the best cooking skills. The other three could only ensure that the food was cooked, and they couldn't think about anything else.
At noon, we cooked three dishes, namely scrambled eggs with leeks, shredded potatoes, and boiled cabbage. When the dishes were ready, Song Mingyang took out a box of canned beef from under the bed. One meat and three vegetarian dishes, this meal was pretty good.
The four people were eating when suddenly there were footsteps outside. Song Mingyang wrapped the canned beef and stuffed it into the firewood pile as quickly as possible, and then took all the rice in the bowl into his mouth. He almost died because he ate too fast.
Choking.
"Uncle Song, Mingyang, are you in the house?"
All four of them knew that the voice belonged to Ma Changshou, the captain of Majia Village. But the name made them look at each other. When did Ma Changshou become so polite?
Mr. Song said: "The soldiers are coming to cover up the water and earth. Let's go out and see what's going on."
After walking out, the four people discovered that Ma Changshou did not come alone, but brought two men in military uniforms. The older one came over, looked at the three older ones and asked: "Who is Song Botao?"
Professor Song?"
Song Mingyang held on to Mr. Song tightly, he was afraid that something might happen again.
Mr. Song patted his arm to tell him not to be nervous. He stood up and said, "I am Song Botao. What do you want to do with me?"
We have already fallen to this point, and it can't get any worse. Moreover, if our enemies want to kill them all, they won't be able to do it again after so many years. He thinks that this may be a good thing.
The older man held Mr. Song's hand tightly, said that he had suffered, and then said that he was here to take him back.
Mr. Song covered his chest and asked in disbelief: "What did you say? Say it again?"
The older man took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to him. After he read it, he said, "Professor Song, as requested by the superiors, I hope you will come back with us now."
The superiors were urging Mr. Song to return to Sijiu City as soon as possible to start work.
Song Botao agreed without hesitation, and then said: "Two comrades, please wait a moment, and I will follow you after I pack my things."
Naturally, the two of them had no objections.
Packing things is just an excuse, there is nothing worth taking away here. The old man mainly wants to say goodbye to Mr. Hu and Mr. Zhu, and also wants Song Yangming to tell them where the things are hidden.
Song Mingyang did not make any mistakes. He came here to take care of Mr. Song. Now that Mr. Song has been rehabilitated and returned to Sijiu City, he will naturally follow him back.
The grandfather and grandson got into the car and left Majia Village quickly. This was their nightmare and they had never set foot there again in their lifetimes.
After Ma Changshou sent the man away, he lost his temper when he returned home and scolded his youngest daughter Ma Dandan: "You stinky girl, if you had listened to me and married Song Mingyang, you would have followed me into the city now."
When my daughter followed her into the city, the Song family's ancestors and grandsons would definitely arrange jobs for her, so that they could also help the family. As a result, if she refused such a good opportunity, it would be impossible to find a son-in-law with better conditions than Song Mingyang in the future.
Ma Dandan was stunned by the scolding. When he understood what happened, he regretted it: "I didn't know they could go back so soon. If I wanted to know, I would definitely listen to you."
At that time, he thought that Song Mingyang wanted to take root in the countryside, so he did not want to marry Song Mingyang, who was not honest. He could not marry not for himself, not even for his children.
However, Ma Changshou's wife did not regret it. She raised her voice and said, "That boy from the Song family doesn't like my Dandan. If you force him to marry Dandan, he won't be able to treat her well."
There are several ready-made examples in the village of how difficult life is for a woman who is not liked by her husband. Her daughter is the meat that has fallen from her body. She does not ask for wealth in the future, but only hopes that her daughter can be harmonious and beautiful with her husband in the future.
After Ma Changshou scolded his wife for having long hair and short knowledge, he turned around and went out. If he stayed any longer, he would be pissed to death.
Alas, in the middle of the night, my second child suddenly complained that it was very cold. I took a thermometer and measured it, and it was thirty-eight and a half degrees.