MTL - The Male Lead Doesn’t Cooperate-Chapter 18 (two)

Zhuang told him to write a letter to his family when he went home one day, and when he got off the bus in the town, he saw Song Dazhuang pushing his bicycle, waiting for him there.

Song Dazhuang was taken aback when he saw the luggage in his hand: "Why are there so many things?"

Then I went to look at my son, and saw that he was wearing a new padded jacket, new trousers, and new leather boots. He didn't dare to recognize him. Is this really his son? How did he give birth to such a capable son? He is so capable, he gave birth to such a handsome and smart son.

Song Cun smiled: "I bought wool, and I also bought a scarf for you and your mother."

Song Dazhuang was satisfied, and when he heard the child's words, he felt even more upset. The child still thought about him, and that was enough, but he said, "What are you doing with that thing? It's a waste of money."

"I bought everything, and my father will wear it. I will make money in the future, so I will buy it for you." Song Cun said, "Let's go back."

"Okay!" Song Dazhuang smiled even more happily.

After returning home, it was naturally lively again. Many people in the village came to watch the excitement, chattering, and when the crowd had left, Song Cun handed them the scarf bought for Song Dazhuang and Zhang Xiaohua, and Zhang Xiaohua took the scarf, I am overjoyed. No matter what her son buys her, she is happy, which shows that her son is thinking about her.

The grandfather smiled and told Song Cun that Commander Qiao wanted to be a matchmaker for him and wanted to introduce his niece to him.

Commander Qiao's niece?

Song Cun recalled what happened when he went back to Commander Qiao's house last time, trembling with fright, he hurriedly said: "Don't, don't."

Grandpa smiled and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

Song Cun frowned, he couldn't say anything, he just said: "Grandpa, this is really not going to happen. You should say no."

The grandfather asked him, "Have you seen that girl?"

Song Cun only said: "You refused for me, you must not agree."

Seeing his serious expression, the grandpa smiled and said, "Okay, I'll help you back."

Song Cun breathed a sigh of relief.

Mrs. Song saw the eyebrows at the side, and asked Song Cun in private: "What's the matter with the girl, have you met?"

Song Cun couldn't tell right from wrong, so he could only say: "I don't agree with my temper."

Mrs. Song understood, and then sighed: "Your mother is already giving Zhiwen Xiang's wife. You are older than Zhiwen. When will you be able to talk about a partner?"

Song Cun was very surprised. He didn't expect that Song Zhiwen would also find a partner. He asked, "Is he going to marry a wife at such a young age?"

Mrs. Song said: "I'm not young anymore, and I don't go to school anymore. Your mother wants to find him a daughter-in-law to take care of him, so that he won't be so lazy all the time."

Song Cun didn't know what to say, even a mother can't control her son, so can a daughter-in-law control her? He turned and said, "Why are so many people in the village coming to watch the excitement this time?"

Mrs. Song laughed: "Isn't it a few days ago that the pig was slaughtered? This year, the pig is fat, and the amount of pork distributed by each household is much more than in previous years. Your Aunt Yuan said that this is all thanks to you. They are all grateful to you for being able to eat more meat." Woolen cloth."

Song Cun asked with a smile, "Have you killed a pig?"

Mrs. Song smiled: "That's right, we'll make dumplings for lunch, and we have meat at home. The pigs were fattened up because of you, and your Aunt Yuan proposed to give you some work points. I didn't ask for money, so I gave it all to you." It’s meat, you’ll eat it anyway when you come back.”

Song Cun was quite surprised, and he didn't say anything else. He said, "It's good to ask for pork. Usually, you can't buy meat without a meat ticket. Not only me, but you and grandpa should also eat more meat."

Song Pozi smiled and said, "That's what I said too."