MTL - Song Tan Jishi-Chapter 357 357. The old man subsidizes

  Chapter 357 357. The old man's subsidy

  Only Qiao Qiao hummed and stirred the green peaches in the basin, and said loudly:

   "Uncle thought the watermelon we sent last time was too small, and he also said that my sister is a profiteer!"

  Song Tan's eyes lit up—good Qiaoqiao, my sister didn't love you for nothing.

but…

   "This is too inappropriate." Song Tan looked at the suddenly quiet courtyard and her mother's dark face, and said seriously at this moment: "Uncle is obviously not so direct."

  Qiao Qiao thought about it carefully, and finally admitted his mistake obediently: "Okay, uncle didn't say that watermelon is small."

   Turning her head again, she saw that Ulan had already brought out a big melon from the room with a sullen face, and then put it on the table, cutting it in half with a knife!

  Song Tan: ...Oops!

   Just talking about it for a while, forgetting the old mother's heart!

  But seeing Ulan slapping the knife on the table with a slap, he said in a strange way: "That's it! The real big melon, our family is not willing to eat it."

  Song Tan: ...the big melon on the table, should they cut it or not?

  …

   And at this time.

  A semi-new car that is not old has successfully turned onto the mountain road, and Song Dafang and Mao Li are sitting in the car.

   Originally planned to take his son and daughter-in-law with him, but the son was too lazy to ask for leave, and the daughter-in-law was eager to come, but Song Dafang felt that she was a junior and a girl, so she had nothing to say, so she might as well stay at home and take Ziyi with her.

  So the couple embarked on the return journey with the same anger.

   And Mao Li was also full of anger:

   "30% is too much this time! I'm afraid it's not because I have no money to build a house, so I encourage the old man to take money from us!"

   "I didn't find out whether he asked the old man to subsidize it privately, and he had the nerve to say something to build a new house for the old man! Bah!"

   She may have thought about this many times, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that this was the case, so she decided to put a little pressure on Song Sancheng, so she made the call when it was almost time.

  At this moment, she is still aggrieved in the car:

   "Everything in other people's families is decided by the eldest son and grandson. Your family is good. The old man cares about the youngest, and he takes advantage of everything."

   "That is to say, when the fields were divided, no matter how far our house is, it took half an hour to walk!"

   "It's good for him, it's right at the door!"

   "The old man also went to help when building the house, and he also helped when farming the land-why didn't I see them help our family, and I just watched such a large mountain deserted..."

   "Looking at us living in the city, I thought we were enjoying life with our legs crossed every day! If you say build a house, you can build a house, and if you want to take money, you can take money—how can it be so easy..."

"okay."

  Song Dafang has been listening to her rambling here all morning, and he is also upset at the moment.

   But I have to say, some words, really said in his heart. It's just that he felt that he was his own father, so he reluctantly said:

   "Our family has more forests than the third family."

"many?"

  Mao Li taunted directly: "Is that worth money? How much is it worth? Can it be used for anything other than chopping firewood? Do we burn firewood at home?"

   "Besides, the boss doesn't get much points!"

  After saying this, Song Dafang also fell silent.

  The car turned a corner, and there was an old pothole on the concrete road ahead, so it bumped violently.

  Mao Li said "Ah", and then saw an equally old truck driving smoothly and steadily in front of her, and she couldn't help but sneered again: "Who is this? This truck is so old that it's still driving!"

  Song Dafang also took a look, and then said:

   "Isn't it a waste to drive a good car in this village? I want to buy a new car during the Chinese New Year. Our car has been driven for seven or eight years, and there are many minor problems..."

  Mao Li’s understanding of cars is limited to the brand name—a car with four circles is definitely more expensive than a car with two red wings. This is her philosophy.

  So I will think twice about it: driving a good car to go out has face, she doesn't want to drive this old car by herself, and be pointed at by others...

  Therefore, there was no objection.

   What's more, she also has her own selfishness. She bought the car for her own family. If she didn't buy the car and the old man asked her to leave, how much would the old house be worth?

   Maybe it will be cheaper for Song Sancheng in the end.

  She still has a clear account of this.

   At this moment, the truck in front turned to the left and stopped at the gate of the old house steadily and familiarly.

  Mao Li stretched her neck immediately: "Who is this? You probably asked Tan Tan to buy watermelons, right?"

   Not to mention, the old man must have put in a lot of effort for their land. Look at this kind of watermelon, the taste is simply amazing!

  She rambled: "...When I leave, I will take a few more back home, and I will share some with my natal family..."

   At the same time, I couldn't help thinking: "You said that there are so many trees on our mountain, it's useless. Later, ask the old man to help us plant watermelons. It's a big deal, can we travel by ourselves?"

  If this melon can really sell for 20, wouldn’t it be a huge profit?

  Song Dafang closed the car door, holding back his heartbeat: "Okay, don't talk about this at home, first ask about the house."

  …

  At this moment, brother Zhang has already started to open the compartment, holding bundles of packing boxes and plastic film from inside.

  Song Tan came over to help, and he laughed:

   "I see that your sender looks familiar. It seems that the one you usually send to the imperial capital is probably a friend, right? It's ice luck again. I thought someone sent you something special, so I hurried to send it to you."

  After all, from the urban area to the town, it will be one day later than the normal time limit. If it is delayed any longer, I am afraid that the contents inside will not be fresh.

  Song Tan also became interested: Ah, that benefactor?

  She poked her head and looked: "Let me see things!"

  Brother Zhang glanced awkwardly at the compartment: "Then what... I forgot when I moved the packing, and stuffed it to the inside."

  Song Tan: …

Fine.

  She then took a bundle of cardboard boxes in each hand, and quickly lifted them down.

   But at this time, seeing a familiar figure beside him, he couldn't help calling out:

   "Uncle, why did you come so soon? I thought it would be noon!"

  Song Sancheng in the yard heard the voice, looked at Ulan with a serious face, and finally came out, twitching the corners of his mouth: "Brother, you are walking so fast..."

  Song Dafang stood at the door, looked at Song Tan and the pile of cardboard boxes in her hand with a serious face:

   "What is this for?"

  Brother Zhang heard Song Tan call uncle, thought it was his family, and said with a smile: "I am sending express. I am afraid that there will be too many packages today, so I brought some more packages."

   Song Dafang frowned, and said in disapproval: "The Fengfeng express written on your car—isn't Fengfeng express very expensive?"

  Brother Zhang became proud: "It is expensive, but it also guarantees the time limit!"

   And the price he gave Song Tan was already very low.

   While hesitating, he saw the middle-aged man in front of him saying to Song Sancheng who was at the side:

"Thirty percent. I'm not talking about you. You don't worry about your family's business at all. You leave it to the children to fiddle with it. What do they know? What can't be sent by express? It has to be sent by Fengfeng Express? I don't know how much it will cost! "

   Qidian sent a fake note this month!

   You can also overdraw the next month's leave note!

   I have a bold idea...

  (end of this chapter)