Song Dafang even felt dissatisfied and continued to give advice:
"No wonder Qiaoqiao said your watermelons cost 20 yuan a pound, and she used this to ask me for favors... The cost of this is all due to the shipping fee!"
——I can't bear your words anymore.
Brother Zhang crossed his arms angrily.
"Who said that? Song Tan never offers free shipping when selling things. What's expensive is the shipping fee... It's not your business. What do you know?!"
Because he was running back and forth during this period, he was very tanned. Now he was either carrying watermelons or green peaches every day, and his body became stronger. Now he stood forward angrily, and Uncle Song subconsciously took a step back, short of breath.
Fortunately, the uncle is not alone. Mao Li and he are indeed a family. At this moment, he frowned:
"What are you trying to do? We asked you to send a package, but you were quite aggressive. Why can't we find a courier and it has to be you? Get out of the way!"
"What are you doing?!"
Song Tan put the cardboard box on the ground and looked at the couple who had no ac number:
"My business, the express delivery I'm looking for, if you have any objections, you can pay for it!"
"Uncle, you still say that Qiaoqiao and I are ignorant. You are sensible. When you arrive at my grandpa's house, you don't first say to see the old man. Then you open your mouth and start saying nasty things. If you tell the people in the village later, they will definitely laugh at you!"
Oh, if her grandfather hadn't gotten older and her father had been soft-hearted, who would have cared about such a relative?
But seeing her grandpa’s attitude recently... he might be better than her dad!
Song Tan was happy again.
Song Dafang's face turned dark.
He paid special attention to his face, but he couldn't get angry when he heard these words, so he felt depressed and just "hum" and walked into the yard.
But he saw his father squatting on the porch, holding a familiar pipe and pot in his hand, puffing on smoke and looking at him with an incomprehensible expression.
This made his heart skip a beat.
On the other hand, Brother Zhang had just insulted Song Tan's relatives and was feeling a little regretful when he saw Song Tan raise his hand and give him a thumbs up!
He immediately laughed——
Got it, who doesn’t have one or two annoying relatives in their family?
…
In the yard, Song Dafang and Song Youde, father and son, avoided looking at each other and fell into a strange silence at this moment.
Mao Li thought that the two of them had something to think about, so she started looking around the yard.
First, he walked up to Qiao Qiao and asked the pile of things on his chopping board: "Qiao Qiao, what are you doing?"
Qiao Qiao glanced at her aunt inexplicably: "I'm cutting the watermelon rind. Don't you recognize me, aunt?"
Mao Li: ...take a deep breath.
She suppressed her eyes roll: "Of course I know the watermelon rind. I'm asking you why you cut it? You won't want to throw it away after eating it, right?"
It's a good thing that I didn't bring Ziyi here today, otherwise I would have no future prospects just by looking at the poverty in the countryside!
Qiao Qiao nodded seriously: "Yes, the watermelon rind is so delicious that I can't bear to throw it away. I happened to make the watermelon candy last time. My seventh cousin said it wasn't cooked enough yet, so I'll try it again."
After he finished speaking, he started working again.
Mao Li curled her lips.
Ziyi has been eating imported food since she was young, such as watermelon candy, made at home, but she doesn’t know how much sugar was put in it? It’s not healthy at all.
Then he looked at the dried cowpeas outside the yard and the stacked green peach jars in the corner. He couldn't help but look over and said with a smile:
"It's good to live with our dad. I don't have any space at home, so I can take advantage of the situation and occupy our dad's yard. Thirty percent, living here with my dad doesn't feel the same as at home, right?"
Good guy!
Song Tan stuffed the cardboard box into Brother Zhang's hand, thinking that I haven't shown my power yet, how dare you be so angry with my dad?
She also chuckled: "That's good. So I want to build a new house. Auntie, how much are you and uncle prepared to pay?"
"I forgot to say that."
"Our family will prepare materials when the time comes, which will cost ten to twenty thousand. My uncle is the eldest son, so he can't have less than us, right?"
Mao Li felt confused.
What's going on? You want to take the broken bricks and tiles from the old house over there and get money from them?
dream!
She also looked serious:
"Tantan, I'm not telling you, you've been very unreliable since you came home."
"Don't tell me that you insist on farming at home, just tell me that you asked the old man to build a house - how old is the old man? Can he withstand these twists and turns? Isn't the house at home good? You must call him
What are you doing with your old money?"
"Let me ask you, this house has been built, it has been renovated, and we need to buy furniture and appliances. Where did the money come from?"
"Besides, you didn't discuss this matter in advance. Let me tell you now, your uncle and I don't agree."
"Why don't you agree!"
Song Youde knocked his pipe pot on the steps: "I want to build my own house. Why don't you agree? Did you spend your money to build this house?"
That's definitely not the case. The house was built by Song Dafang when he was a teenager. Over the years, it was repaired and slowly filled in.
"That's not what I said..."
Song Dafang twitched his lips: "Dad, you are getting older now, and sometimes your mind is confused. Aren't I afraid that you will be deceived?"
Song Youde glanced at him: "You're weird for thinking about it - well, when you bought the house in the city, you took 50,000 from me, and I never told Sancheng about it."
"Now I want to build a house. I don't want interest, and I don't care about inflation as you said. Just give me the 50,000 yuan, and you don't have to worry about building a house."
It was 20 years ago that Song Dafang bought that house. It was a small town and the house prices were not expensive. In addition, the land had not been developed at that time, so the house prices were shockingly low compared to today!
Where can I use 50,000?
32,000 yuan, and the remaining 18,000 he added to the money he had saved over the years, was able to win the small storefront.
After so many years, he has long forgotten this matter - isn't it natural for a father to buy a house for his son?
Now that Song Youde said it in front of everyone, his face turned purple and he felt like his face was about to be peeled off.
He couldn't help but feel a little resentment in his heart - his father had given him an unknown amount of 30% subsidy over the years, and now he insisted on using the 50,000 yuan to talk things out. He really didn't trust his eldest son!
At this moment, he only felt a burning sensation behind him, as if everyone was staring at him and laughing.
At this moment, I could only hold back the resentment and whispered: "Dad, we are talking about you building a house. Why do you have to build this house?"
"Besides, can I spare you that 50,000 yuan? It's just that Ziyi has so many places to spend her money now that she can't spare any money for a while. How can I not be filial to you as my son?"
"That's impossible to say."
Song Youde said slowly: "There are many old men in this village who don't have sons and are filial. Ziyi spends a lot of money. Who said her parents are so incompetent that they can't afford to give birth to a daughter?"
"As a father, you did a very poor job in educating Ziyi and her father."
When I go back to my hometown, I will be very depraved... Who can be worse than me! I finished writing, but I overwrote and lost track of time...
The leave note was gone as soon as it was rattled.
