Add a layer of salt and a layer of sweet potato stalks. When the jar is full, sprinkle some salt to finish. Finally, pour the cooled boiling water into it...
In the middle of the morning, Qiao Qiao had a great time making pickles by himself. He even had time to smooth the sweet potato stalks neatly. Obviously, this kind of mechanical repetitive work is very suitable for him!
By the time he closed the last jar, the old men and women in the yard had already wandered off to the mountains, but he became annoyed:
"I forgot to teach the children - they haven't learned this. When we hold a class reunion when the pig is slaughtered, will they all fail the exam?"
Zhang Yanping thought to herself that you learned this from Xin Jun. Your sense of responsibility as a teacher is second to none!
But sometimes class reunions don’t look at grades.
"It's okay!" He said, "When the time comes, I will assess everyone in the live broadcast room, and someone will definitely pass."
The naive Qiao Qiao did not understand the evil heart of the gangster brother, so he responded obediently at this moment, not forgetting to considerately say:
"Brother Yanping, don't worry, you are the invigilator, and I will be the first to answer the questions when the time comes!"
Zhang Yanping: "Hmm...huh?"
Don't talk about it. I cursed and muttered about the house before and I suddenly felt relieved.
"You also need to pay compensation... Let him first tell you how much money he is going to pay to build your house?"
Opening the trunk, there were three boxes of special packaging boxes for fermented glutinous rice. They were small transparent plastic square boxes that other families used to store jewelry and beads, but the Song family used them to store fishing bait.
…
The old man hung up the phone angrily. He remembered looking at the renderings in the past two days and hearing that Tan Tan said that he seemed to have reserved a room for the child. He was not feeling happy at all...
Da Qiaoqiao was facing the family dispute of the old Song family. At that time, he curiously inquired:
"Will building the road occupy my family's land? How much will I pay?"
Now think about it again:
Song Dafang also had a confused look on his face - someone was discussing that matter outside the house, so let me talk about it outside of my mouth. It's quite embarrassing... I've been holding it in for a few days!
That’s ridiculous!
"Hey, the old man, this little son really only pays 1 cent?"
But after all, I am Tan Tan’s elder. I cleared my throat and pretended: “That matter is quite complicated to talk about... Please keep it short.”
"There's something wrong." I leaned over with an expression on my face. "Let's discuss it with his wife later. If that child is okay, we can have another one. Is his ability okay? If so, he can come to you, but you have no cure!"
I am an old man, and I have some information channels, so what do I know?
"You have to make it clear to the old man! Our family is the eldest son, Brother Zhang, and we can't expect our eldest grandson to be like this! Our family Ziyi is already a few years old. It would be a waste to turn around and have another Yanyan. This is not the golden grandson of our old Song family.
!”
Tsk tsk tsk!
My husband and I have been working hard for half our lives, so what if we live in a more comfortable place? My grandson has no ability, so I just enjoy it!
I also took a look at the big bag of dried chestnuts I got when I moved. Before Tantan’s chestnut garden was cleaned up, Wang Lifen and I went for a walk down the mountain. We picked them out of the squirrels’ mouths one by one and picked them carefully.
It’s obvious who you want to leave it to when it’s dried in the sun.
Song Dafang also sighed: "Who said so? I had thought of building roads so suddenly, and I had stocked up on building materials at that time. When your father, Tantan, built a house, the tolls were even more expensive."
As the eldest son, Brother Zhang, in the past, we used to take advantage of the younger brother.
bad guy!
I gave him a "he understands" look: "That medicine is very expensive."
Song Dafang also had a subtle expression after hearing those words: "This is the exit."
This is all public land!
Now that I think about it...
What's wrong? You're single and you still have to worry about whether your children are filial or filial?
…
Brother Zhang, who was familiar with the roads and was tearing off tape and pasting boxes, was filled with depression: "This road construction is too much of a delay. I have to go around several villages from the other side of the town. She arrived at the town in half an hour."
, now it’s a big time.”
In the past few days when the road construction engineering team was stationed at the site, they also knew where Song Youde got the news. So he hurriedly called the old man and asked:
Raise children to protect against old age, raise children to protect against old age, what kind of old age can you protect against?
I sighed inwardly: "You are so stupid!"
Song Youde took it seriously and quickly said: "Dad, this compensation can give 80% of the family's expenses, and according to the law, you don't have a share."
Da Qiaoqiao looked at me with shining eyes.
How could my own father not build a house, but my eldest son, Brother Zhang, only plucked a dime? Da Qiaoqiao is also from a village far away from the town. In the past, how did the village divide money, houses and land? Can I be vague?
Those words could still let Zhang Yanping know that the old man should be worried about money again.
That thing is really complicated.
When is there no compensation for road construction outside the village? The land in the east is almost compensated in the west. As long as it is a small area, how can we negotiate a compensation model for every inch of land like outside the city?
Daran Zhu was chatting with great interest, but his eyes turned red and he suddenly burst into tears: "He said that if your wife is pregnant with a son, and I am so filial, what will you do when you get old?"
She gave me the planning map of this road. At first glance, I wanted to answer the phone when my child called me. I held a glimmer of hope that if my child figured it out and was willing to take the money?
When I heard those words, I was filled with disappointment and the words came back.
With the golden grandson here, he can always be a rich grandpa, right?
"Expand and tell me!" Da Qiaoqiao pressed the tape tightly with a "snap", and instantly became energetic.
In the afternoon, Brother Zhang drove his van over again.
Ran Zhulan was stupid, and she understood it as soon as her brain turned around, and she immediately cursed:
Ran Zhulan was stunned by the sudden question.
Why? Is it because of pension responsibility? Now that’s bad, if the disadvantages are taken away, then we can carefully find a contradiction and get rid of it...
Song Dafang:......
The old man angrily tied the bag tightly, thinking that when the house is damaged and Xiaomei comes back with a refrigerator, air conditioner and other things, I will give you those chestnuts directly!
Besides, there is talk of changing the route of the original road in our village! The road is narrow enough, but if she digs up the hillside next to it, who else will it interfere with?
If you build something new, build something new, and if you enjoy it, enjoy it. If there is a room for my children, it will be my room!
"It's been passed down from generation to generation, but the rules of our older generation can be better - old man, you also insist on taking his money, but he has to be careful, if it takes a few years, he will not have any golden grandchildren!"
And in that silence, Song Youde relaxed first, and Mao Li's voice could still be vaguely heard——
The sudden sadness was defeated by Xing Shi Xing, and I said bitterly: "You are needed!"
We don't have to worry about Xiaomei, so how can I take care of it!
"The law stipulates? Whose law?! She will give the money to the old Song family as you say! Just do whatever you say!"
Pooh!
"It's just like a sugar rooster. I wish I had to stick two feathers on it."
It's a long story short, but Song Dafang just looked at the changes in the old man's expression during this period and pieced together the story. When he chatted with Da Qiaoqiao, it was like he had found a soulmate.
