MTL - Song Tan Jishi-Chapter 358 358. Brother Zhang's Anger

  Chapter 358 358. Brother Zhang's Anger

  Song Dafang even felt dissatisfied, and continued to give advice:

   "No wonder Qiao Qiao said that your watermelon costs 20 yuan a catty, and you still use this to ask me for favors... It's all because of the shipping cost!"

  —I can't stand what you say.

  Brother Zhang raised his hips angrily.

   "Who said that? Song Tan never sells things with free shipping. What's the cost of shipping... It's not your business, what do you know?!"

  He was tanned due to running back and forth during this time, and now he is carrying watermelons or green peaches every day, and his body is also strong. Now he rushed forward angrily, Uncle Song subconsciously took a step back, short of breath.

   Fortunately, the uncle is not fighting alone, Mao Li and him are worthy of being a family, and now they frowned:

   "What are you doing? We are looking for you to send a package, and you are quite fierce. I can't find any courier, it must be you? Get out of the way!"

   "What are you doing?!"

  Song Tan put the cardboard box on the ground, and now he looked at the couple without AC number:

   "My family's business, I'm looking for a courier, if you have any opinions, you can pay for it!"

   "Uncle, you still said that Qiao Qiao and I are ignorant, but you are sensible. If you go to the gate of grandpa's house and don't first say to see the old man, you open your mouth and start to say nasty things. When you turn around, let the people in the village know, and they will definitely laugh at you!"

   Heh, if her grandfather was not old and her father was still soft-hearted, who would care about such relatives!

   But seeing her grandfather's mentality recently... Maybe it's better than her father's!

  Song Tan was happy again.

   Song Dafang's face was dark.

  He pays special attention to his own face, and at this moment, he can't get angry when he hears this, so he is full of depression, and he just "hummed" and walked into the yard.

  But I saw my father squatting on the porch, holding a familiar pipe and pot in his hand, smoking and looking at him with an inexplicable expression.

   This made his heart skip a beat.

   On the other hand, Brother Zhang just **** off Song Tan's relatives, and was feeling a little regretful, but saw Song Tan raised his hand and gave him a big thumbs up!

  He immediately laughed—

   Got it, who doesn't have one or two bad relatives?

  …

  In the courtyard, Song Dafang and Song Youde father and son avoided their eyes, and fell into a strange silence at this moment.

   And Mao Li thought that his father and father had something to think about, so now they looked all over the yard.

   First, he walked up to Qiao Qiao and asked the pile of things on his chopping board: "Qiao Qiao, what are you doing?"

  Jojo glanced at his aunt inexplicably: "I'm cutting watermelon rind. Don't you know Auntie?"

  Maoli: …Take a deep breath.

  She suppressed her white eyes: "Of course I know watermelon rind, I was asking why you cut it? You won't want to throw it away after eating it?"

   It's a good thing I didn't bring Ziyi here today, otherwise I'll just see the poverty of the countryside, what will I do in the future!

   Qiao Qiao nodded seriously: "That's right, the watermelon rind is very delicious, and I don't want to throw it away. It just so happened that the watermelon candy I made last time was not hot enough, so let's practice it again."

   After he finished speaking, he buried himself in his work again.

  Maoli curled her lips.

   Ziyi ate imported food at a very young age, such as watermelon candy, which was made at home. I don’t know how much sugar was added? Not healthy at all.

   Looking at the dried cowpeas outside the yard, as well as the layers of green peach jars piled up in the corner, I couldn't help but glanced over again, and said with a half-smile:

   "It's good to live with our dad. I have no room at home, and I can take advantage of the situation to fill up my dad's yard. Sancheng, living with my dad, doesn't it feel different from my own?"

   Good guy!

  Song Tan stuffed the cardboard box into Xiao Zhang's hand, thinking that I haven't shown my power yet, how dare you be so angry with my dad?

  She also snorted: "It's pretty good. So I want to build a new house. Auntie, how much do you and uncle plan to pay?"

"I forgot to say that."

   "Our family will prepare materials at that time, and these will cost 10,000 to 20,000 yuan. Uncle is the eldest son, so it is impossible to pay less than us?"

  Mao Li felt a sting in her heart.

   What's out? The broken bricks and tiles of the old house over there are scraped over, and you want to get money from them?

   Dreaming!

  She also looked serious:

   "Tan Tan, I'm not talking about you. Since you came home, this job has been very unreliable."

"Don't say that you insist on farming at home, but that you asked the old man to build a house—how old is the old man? Can he stand up to these twists and turns? Isn't the house in this family good? Do you have to call them both?" What are you doing with your money?"

   "Let me ask you, this house is built, there is still decoration inside, and the purchase of furniture and appliances, where does the money come from?"

   "Besides, you didn't discuss this matter in advance. Let me tell you now, I disagree with your uncle."

   "Why do you disagree!"

  Song Youde knocked his cigarette pot on the steps: "My own house, I want to build it myself, why don't you agree? Did you spend your money to build this house?"

  There must be none. The house was built by Song Dafang when he was a teenager. Over the years, it has been repaired and filled up slowly.

   "It's not like that..."

  Song Dafang twitched the corners of his mouth: "Dad, you are getting old now, and sometimes your mind is muddled. Am I afraid that you will be cheated by others?"

  Song Youde glanced at him: "It's strange for you to think about it—well, when you bought the house in the urban area, you took 50,000 from me. I never told Sancheng about this."

   "Now I want to build a house, I don't want interest, and I don't talk about whether it is inflated or not. You give me the 50,000 yuan, and you don't have to worry about building the house."

  Song Dafang bought that house back then, it was all 20 years ago, it was a small town, and the housing price was not expensive. In addition, the land had not yet been developed at that time, and the house price was outrageously lower than it is now!

  Where is 50,000 worth?

  32,000 yuan, the remaining 18,000 he added the money he had saved over the years, and then won the small facade.

  After so many years, he has long forgotten about it—isn’t it reasonable for a father to buy a house for his son?

   Now that Song Youde said it in front of everyone, his face turned purple, and he felt that his face would be stripped off.

  He couldn't help feeling a little bit of resentment in his heart—his father has subsidized 30% over the years, he doesn't know how much, and now he has to use the 50,000 yuan to talk about things, because he really doesn't care about his eldest son!

  At this moment, he only felt that his back was hot, as if everyone was staring at him and laughing at him.

  At this moment, I could only suppress the resentment, and said in a low voice: "Dad, we are talking about you building a house. Why do you have to build a good house?"

   "Besides, can I lose you the 50,000 yuan? It's just that Ziyi has a lot of places to spend money now, and I can't do it for a while. How can I not be filial to you as a son?"

   "That's not certain."

  Song Youde said slowly: "There are many old men in this village who don't have sons and are filial. Ziyi spends a lot of money. Who said that her parents have no skills at all, so they can't afford to have a daughter?"

   "As a father, you taught Ziyi's father too badly."

   When I go back to my hometown, I will be very depraved...Who is worse than me! I finished writing but overdid it and forgot the time, woo woo woo...

   The leave note disappeared as soon as it was issued.

   Good night, Dragon and Phoenix!

  (end of this chapter)