Only Qiao Qiao stirred the green peaches in the basin with a hum and said loudly:
"Uncle complained that the watermelon we gave him last time was too small, and he even said that my sister was a profiteer!"
Song Tan's eyes lit up—Good Qiao Qiao, your sister's love for you is not in vain.
but…
"That's totally inappropriate," Song Tan looked at the suddenly quiet courtyard and her mother's gloomy face, and said seriously, "Uncle is obviously not that direct."
Qiao Qiao thought about it carefully, and finally admitted his mistake: "Okay, uncle didn't say the watermelon was small so directly."
When I turned around again, I saw Wulan, with a stern face, carrying out a big melon from the house, and then put it on the table and cut it in half with a knife!
Song Tan: …Oh no!
I was so quick to speak that I forgot about my mother's feelings!
Wu Lan slammed the knife on the table and said sarcastically, "That's it! A real big melon. We don't even want to eat it at home."
Song Tan: ...Are they going to cut the big melon on the table or not
…
And at this time.
A half-new car had successfully turned onto the mountain road, with Song Dafang and Mao Li sitting in the car.
Originally, he planned to bring his son and daughter-in-law with him, but his son was too lazy to ask for leave, and his daughter-in-law was eager to come. However, Song Dafang felt that as a junior and a woman, she had no room for say, so he decided to just stay at home and take care of Ziyi.
So the couple set out on their return journey with the same anger.
And Mao Li was also filled with anger:
"Sancheng has gone too far this time! Maybe he has no money to build his own house, so he persuaded the old man to take money from us!"
"I didn't even investigate whether he asked the old man to give him some money privately, but he still had the nerve to talk about building a new house for the old man! Ugh!"
She had 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 some pressure on Song Sancheng, so she made the call when the time was almost up.
At this moment, she was still indignant in the car:
"In other families, the eldest son and grandson make the decisions. But in your family, the old man loves his youngest son so much that he gets the upper hand in everything."
"That is to say, when the land was divided up, no matter how far away our house was, it took us half an hour to walk!"
"His is great, right outside the door!"
"When we were building the house, the old man went to help, and he also went to help when we were farming. Why didn't he help us? He just watched such a large piece of mountain go to waste..."
"Look at us living in the city, and you think we can just sit back and enjoy life! Building a house just like that, getting paid just like that - it's not that easy..."
"Okay."
Song Dafang had been listening to her chattering here for the whole morning and was now feeling upset.
But I have to say that some of his words really touched his heart. But after all, he still felt that he was his biological father, so he reluctantly said:
"Our family has more forests than the third brother's family."
"many?"
Mao Li mocked directly: "Is it worth money? How much is it worth? Is it useful for anything other than chopping wood? Do we burn firewood at home?"
"Besides, no one's boss gets much!"
After hearing 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 exclaimed, "Ah!", and then saw a similarly old truck in front of her driving smoothly and steadily. She couldn't help but sneer again: "Who is this person? He's still driving such an old truck!"
Song Dafang also took a look and then said:
"In this village, isn't it a waste to drive a good car? I want to buy a new car during the New Year. Our car has been driven for seven or eight years and has many minor problems..."
Mao Li’s knowledge of cars is limited to looking at the brand—the one with four circles is definitely more expensive than the one with two red wings. This is her philosophy.
So she thought about it for a while: driving a nice car would give her face, and she didn't want to drive this old car and be criticized by others...
So I didn't object.
What's more, she also has her own selfish motives. She buys the car for her family. If she doesn't use the money to buy a car and the old man takes it away, how much will the old house she builds be worth
Maybe in the end it will benefit Song Sancheng.
She still has a clear idea of this account.
At this moment, the truck in front turned to the left and stopped steadily and skillfully in front of the old house.
Mao Li immediately stretched her neck and asked, "Who is this? Could he be looking for Tan Tan to buy watermelon?"
Not to mention, the old man must have put a lot of effort into their land. Look at the watermelons, the taste is simply amazing!
She kept on rambling: "... Bring a few more back when you leave, and give some to my parents later..."
At the same time, he couldn't help thinking: "You said that there are so many trees on our mountain, but they are useless. Why don't we ask the old man to help us plant watermelons? At most, we can use the money to travel by ourselves, right?"
If this melon can really be sold for 20, wouldn't that be a huge profit
Song Dafang closed the car door and suppressed his excitement: "Okay, don't talk about this at home, ask about the house first."
…
At this moment, Brother Zhang has already started to open the carriage and is taking out bundles of packing boxes and plastic films.
Song Tan came over to lend a hand, and then he heard him laugh:
"I think your sender looks familiar. He seems to be the one you usually send to the capital. Maybe he is a friend? It was shipped by ice again. I thought he might have something special to send to you, so I rushed to deliver it to you."
After all, it takes one day longer than normal to get from the city to the town. If it is delayed any further, the food inside will be stale.
Song Tan also became interested: Oh, that benefactor
She leaned over and looked: "Let me see the thing!"
Brother Zhang glanced at the carriage awkwardly: "That... I forgot about it when I was moving the packaging, and stuffed it in the very back."
Song Tan: …
Okay.
She then picked up a bundle of cardboard boxes in each hand and lifted them down swiftly.
At this moment, he saw a familiar figure beside him and couldn't help but shout:
"Uncle, how come you're here so soon? I thought you'd be here by noon!"
Song Sancheng in the yard heard the sound, looked at Wu Lan with a gloomy face, and finally came out, curling his lips and saying, "Brother, you guys are leaving so fast..."
Song Dafang stood at the door and looked at Song Tan and the pile of cartons in her hands with a serious expression:
"What is this for?"
When Xiao Zhang heard Song Tan calling him "Uncle", he thought he was a family member and said with a smile, "I'm sending a courier. I was afraid there would be too many packages today, so I brought some more packages."
Song Dafang frowned and said disapprovingly: "It says Fengfeng Express on your car - isn't Fengfeng Express very expensive?"
Brother Zhang was proud: "It is expensive, but it also guarantees timeliness!"
And the price he gave Song Tan was already very low.
Just as he was hesitating, he saw the middle-aged man in front of him saying to Song Sancheng beside him:
"30%. I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you don't care about your family business at all. You just let your kids mess around. What do they know? What can't be delivered? Why must Fengfeng Express be used? I wonder how much the cost will be!"