"If you want to keep me, you have to think carefully about whether you can afford the money.
If I pass the exam and you don’t let me go, I will make a scene.”
Su Qiao finished her words slowly, then stopped caring and retreated to her grandmother's side.
The old village chief glanced at Mrs. Su and her son and said, "Xiao Qiao is right. Mrs. Su, Su Youqing, you have to think carefully. It's rare for our village to have a college student. If you quit when the time comes, our village committee will not agree."
“This…?” Old Mrs. Su was stumped and didn’t know what to do for a moment.
"Mom, why don't we just forget it? Let's give them the land and the money."
When Su Youqing heard that it would cost 800 yuan to send Su Qiao to school, he immediately gave up the idea of keeping her.
Asking her to provide both money and land, Old Lady Su refused to do it. "No, at most I will give them some land, but I won't talk about paying them back."
It costs 25 yuan for a school year, and 125 yuan for 5 years of elementary school alone. Junior high school costs 50 yuan a year for three years, which adds up to 150 yuan. High school costs 80 yuan a year, and 240 yuan for three years.
The total amount is 515 yuan. How could she steal or rob so much money
The more she thought about it, the more she was unwilling. Old Lady Su said rudely, "Old Lady Liu, forget about the money. At most, I can give you the land. It just so happens that the land in Xiaheling is one and a half mu in total. I'll give it to you."
Although they felt a little pain about the land, it was the worst sandy field and the harvest was very poor every year. After paying the public grain tax, there was nothing left of the grain grown.
Old Lady Liu originally wanted to hand this matter over to her granddaughter Su Qiao, but when she heard this, she couldn't help herself:
"Old Lady Su, you are such a black-hearted old woman. Everyone knows that this is sandy land and you can't grow any good crops. How dare you take it out? Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"
As soon as Old Lady Liu said this, a soft and gentle female voice suddenly came out from the crowd watching at the door.
"Sand fields are also fields, aren't they planted the same way? Just because they are sand fields, should we not plant them and leave them there empty?"
When Old Lady Liu saw that it was Yang Yue'e, a widow who had returned to her parents' home in Xiaohe Village after her husband died, she immediately became angry: "Yang Yue'e, you are talking without any pain in your waist, right?"
"If you think it's no big deal, can I trade that sand field with you?"
Yang Yue'e was also annoyed when she heard this: "What does this have to do with me?"
"I just think they are all fields, and everyone is here to generate income, so we shouldn't be picky."
"you… "
Just as Old Lady Liu was about to point at her nose and scold her, Su Qiao pulled her hand back.
"Grandma, don't get excited. Take a rest and leave the rest to me." As she said this, she gave her mother a wink.
Liu Chunfang quickly supported the old lady and said, "Mom, don't be angry. It's not worth it to get upset."
Su Qiao looked at Yang Yue'e, who was wearing a pink coat, with a mocking look, and spoke clearly and slowly:
"Sister Yang, I know you love my dad, but my mom and dad haven't divorced yet. You are still qualified to intervene in the affairs of the Su family!"
Yang Yue'e's pupils shrank, and her eyes were a little flustered: "You...what nonsense are you talking about?"
The old village chief also frowned and looked at Su Qiao: "Xiao Qiao, don't say anything careless."
Su Qiao looked calm, with a faint smile on his face: "Old village chief, since I was a child, my teacher has always taught me to be honest and not to lie. I will not speak nonsense."
I was originally planning to pull out this woman Yang Yue'e later, but I didn't expect that she couldn't help but jump out herself.
This saved her a lot of effort.