Song Dafang was even unsatisfied and continued to give advice:
"No wonder Qiao Qiao said your watermelons are 20 yuan a pound, and she even used this to ask for a favor from me... I guess it's all because of the shipping cost!"
—I can't stand your words.
Brother Zhang was so angry that he put his hands on his hips.
"Who said that? Song Tan never offers free shipping when selling things. What's so expensive about shipping?... This isn't your business, what do you know?!"
He had been running around for a while, and had gotten a dark tan. Now he was either carrying watermelons or peaches every day, and his body had become stronger. He stood forward angrily, and Uncle Song subconsciously took a step back, short of breath.
Fortunately, Uncle was not fighting alone. Mao Li was indeed a family member to him. She frowned:
"Why are you so arrogant? We asked you to send a package, but you were so fierce. Why can't we find the courier? Why does it have to be you? Get out of the way!"
“What?!”
Song Tan put the cardboard box on the ground and looked at the couple who had no idea what was going on:
"It's my family's business. I found the courier. If you have any complaints, you can pay for it!"
"Uncle, you said Qiao Qiao and I were immature. You are sensible, but when you arrived at Grandpa's house, you didn't tell him you were going to see the old man first, but started saying nasty things. If the villagers knew about it, they would definitely laugh at you!"
Oh, if grandpa wasn’t so old and her father wasn’t so soft-hearted, who would bother with such a relative!
But looking at her grandfather's attitude recently... maybe he's better than her father!
Song Tan was happy again.
Song Dafang's face looked gloomy.
He was particularly concerned about his reputation, and he couldn't get angry when he heard this. So he was very depressed and just snorted and walked into the yard.
But he saw his father squatting under the porch, holding the familiar pipe in his hand, puffing out smoke and looking at him with a puzzled expression.
This made his heart skip a beat.
On the other side, Brother Zhang had just confronted Song Tan’s relative and was feeling a little regretful, but then he saw Song Tan raise his hand and give him a thumbs up!
He immediately started laughing—
I understand. Who doesn’t have one or two annoying relatives
…
In the yard, Song Dafang and Song Youde, father and son, avoided each other's eyes and fell into a strange silence.
Mao Li thought that the father and son were discussing something, so she started looking around the yard.
First, he walked up to Qiao Qiao and asked him about the pile of things on the eucalyptus board: "Qiao Qiao, what are you doing?"
Qiao Qiao glanced at her aunt inexplicably and said, "I'm cutting watermelon rinds. Don't you know me, aunt?"
Mao Li: ... take a deep breath.
She suppressed her eye roll and said, "Of course I know the watermelon rind. I'm asking why you cut it. You're not reluctant to throw it away after you finish eating it, are you?"
Fortunately, I didn’t bring Ziyi here today, otherwise she would just be living in poverty in the countryside, and what future would she have!
Qiao Qiao nodded seriously, "Yes, watermelon rind is so delicious that I can't bear to throw it away. It just so happens that the watermelon candy I made last time, my seventh cousin said it wasn't cooked enough, so I'll practice it again."
After he finished speaking, he went back to work.
Mao Li curled her lips.
Ziyi is still young and eats imported food, like watermelon candy, which is homemade and I don’t know how much sugar is put in it? It’s not healthy at all.
Then he looked at the dried cowpeas drying outside the yard and the stacked jars of green peaches in the corner, and couldn't help but look at them again, saying with a forced smile:
"It's good to live with our dad. If there's no room at home, we can take advantage of the situation and occupy all of our dad's yard. 30%, living with our dad, it feels different from living at home, right?"
Good job!
Song Tan stuffed the cardboard box into Brother Zhang's hands and thought to himself, I haven't shown my power yet, how dare you be so sarcastic to my dad
She also chuckled: "That's good. So Grandpa wants to build a new house. Aunt, how much are you and Uncle prepared to contribute?"
"I forgot to mention it."
"Our family will need to prepare the materials by then, which will cost around 10,000 or 20,000 yuan. Uncle is the eldest son, so it's impossible for him to pay less than us, right?"
Mao Li felt a pang in her heart.
What are you doing? You just took the broken bricks and tiles from the old house and wanted to make money from them
dream!
She also looked serious:
"Tan Tan, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you've been acting unreliably since you came home."
"Let's not talk about why you insisted on farming at home, but let's talk about the fact that you asked the old man to build a house - how old is the old man? Can he withstand all these twists and turns? Isn't the house in this family in good condition? Why do you have to ask them to spend their old capital for it?"
"Let me ask you, this house has been built, and there is still decoration inside, and furniture and appliances to buy, where does the money come from?"
"Besides, you didn't discuss this matter in advance. I'm telling you now that your uncle and I don't agree."
"Why don't you agree?"
Song Youde knocked his pipe on the steps and said, "This is my own house. I want to build it myself. Why don't you agree? Did I spend your money to build this house?"
That's definitely not the case. The house was built when Song Dafang was in his teens, and it has been repaired and filled up slowly over the years.
"That's not what I meant..."
Song Dafang curled his lips and said, "Dad, you are old now, and sometimes your mind is muddled. Am I not afraid that you will be deceived by others?"
Song Youde glanced at him and said, "You are quite considerate. Let's put it this way. When you bought the house in the city, you took 50,000 yuan from me. I never told Sancheng about this."
"Now I want to build a house. I don't want interest, and I don't care about inflation. Just give me the 50,000 yuan, and you don't have to worry about building the house."
Song Dafang bought that house 20 years ago. It was a small town and the house price was not expensive. In addition, the land had not been developed at that time, so the house price was shockingly low compared to today!
Where would 50,000 be needed
He had 32,000 yuan, and the remaining 18,000 yuan plus his savings over the years was enough to buy the small shop.
After so many years, he had long forgotten about this matter - isn't it natural for a father to buy a house for his son
Now that Song Youde had said it in front of everyone, his old face turned purple and he felt like his face was being peeled off.
He couldn't help but feel a little resentful in his heart - his father had given him a 30% subsidy over the years, and now he had to use the 50,000 yuan as an excuse. It showed that he really didn't care about his eldest son!
At this moment, he only felt a burning sensation on his back, as if everyone was staring at him and laughing at him.
At this moment, I could only suppress my resentment and whispered, "Dad, we are talking about you building a house. Why do you have to build this house?"
"Besides, how can I give you less than 50,000 yuan? It's just that Ziyi has a lot of places to spend money now, and she can't spare any money for the time being. As a son, how can I not be filial to you?"
"That's hard to say."
Song Youde said slowly, "There are many old men in this village who don't have sons to take care of. Ziyi has a lot of money. Who told her parents that they have no ability at all and can't afford to raise a daughter?"
"As a father, you taught Ziyi's father very badly."