Chapter 342 342. Money to build a house
Song Tan nodded, but didn’t express any opinion. He just said casually:
“It doesn’t matter whether I return it or not, but uncle, Grandpa plans to renovate the old house in a while, and my family is building a house. The engineering team’s budget is 30,000 yuan. If you have time, you can go back and discuss the layout of the house with grandpa. "
My dear, there was a thunderbolt on this sunny day, which made the uncle frown so hard——
“Isn’t his old house a good place to live in? Why does it suddenly need to be renovated? It’s such a hot day. When building a house, don’t they think clearly about where the couple will live? ”
His face was dark and full of righteousness: "So is your dad! Why don't you worry about asking them to accompany the elderly to fulfill their filial piety? You just coax them to spend money."
Mao Li also jumped up: " That’s it! The house is not broken or collapsed, so why can’t we live in it? How old can we build a house?”
She pursed her lips and realized what she was going to say.
But he soon found another angle: "People say old kids are old kids. This old man just thinks about it, and he doesn't think about how stressful his children's lives are now!"
"Ziyi is still so young and has to spend a lot of money on cram school all year round. She is struggling here. Why, your uncle can make money, so he is squandering it like this!"
What he said was simply the essence of "stinky and shameless".
As long as the elderly in rural areas are able to work, they will not ask for alimony from their children. Her uncle said so well, how much money does he spend on his parents throughout the year?
Still squandering?
I picked up more trash than he gave me!
It’s just nonsense to reason with people like this. Song Tan simply pretended to be innocent: “I don’t know. Anyway, grandpa wants to build a house. If uncle doesn’t want to pay, I’ll go back and talk to grandpa.” Just say it.”
Song Dafang didn't want to pay, but he wanted to save face. His face was dark at the moment, and he could only hold his breath:
"No! Wait until I have time to go back and talk."
" Okay," Song Tan was not in a hurry: "Uncle, please take the time and hurry up, otherwise my house will have cement, sand and gravel ready, and this will all cost money."
Mao Li was also ready to jump in. What he said, Uncle Song scolded him: "Okay!"
"Every day, they don't treat me as a family member. They don't even say a word about such a big thing as building a house. I am The eldest son! If you don’t know, you think I’m so unfilial!”
Song Tan couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Qiao Qiao listened in confusion for a long time, and now she couldn't help but said: "But didn't you say anything just now? Uncle, you don't want to give money yourself, why do you say we didn't say anything."
"Qiao Qiao." Song Tan said to him: "Why don't you just tell the truth? My uncle doesn't like to hear it. Hurry up, put the melon away, and let's go back."
"It's so late, and I haven't eaten yet. You can drink water, but you can’t even turn on the fan while standing here. Why do you have to endure this?”
Qiao Qiao obediently put the melon on the ground, then took a long step and followed Song Tan directly into the car.
This last sentence was neither yin nor yang, and Song Dafang and Mao Li were like bloated toads, gnashing their teeth for a long time.
But after getting in the car, Qiao Qiao suddenly giggled.
Song Tan glanced at him: "Why are you so happy to give something to your uncle?"
She didn't want to give me melons, but she wanted to make her grandparents happy. Old people, no matter what, still like their children and harmony - of course, these are just a few melons.
First of all, she has to be willing.
"No." Qiaoqiao was happy and wondered at the same time: "I don't know why I feel so happy."
"My uncle used to talk, which sometimes made me very unhappy, and so did my aunt. But if I want I don’t know how to retort, but my father will still talk about me...Today, I think my sister said it well, and I am so happy!”
Song Sancheng’s bad habits are similar to those of most parents in the world! ——How can a child be ignorant? How can a child be like an elder? Why are children...
Humility, ah, no, humble yourself and praise others.
She laughed: "It seems that I am right to find a teacher for you."
Xin Jun teaches well and is not rigid at all! Go back and get the prize! ......
The car drove back steadily. Qiao Qiao was obviously tired after a long day of hard work. She was yawning while sitting in the car.
Looking at the back seat again, Ultraman Zero was lying alone on a few watermelons, no longer as beautiful as when he set off in the morning.
“I don’t know if Brother Yanping and Teacher Xin helped feed the babies well...”
"And Da Tian, he has been looking very cute and furry recently. They should play with Da Tian for a while, right?"
At this point, even Song Tan, who was not interested in voles, nodded: "Indeed. It’s beautiful.”
I don’t know if it was because of the spiritual energy I had when I was a child, but the fur on the field mouse named “Da Tian” turned out to be pure gold!
The color of its fur is the color of its gold!
The eyes are dark and extremely clever. Although he is still young, his chubby body can already be seen.
Qiao Qiao also asked her grandma to make a floral vest for it, and put it on a small red floral vest that was the same as several treasures. On a hot day, it could only be regarded as a short waistcoat, and it didn't even cover the belly.
Not to mention, I can actually see the cuteness in it, so much so that my family has no objection to it.
But there is also one thing. The rush cage that Song Youde compiled before has become smaller and smaller now.
"Would you like to buy you a hamster cage like that with rollers online?"
Song Tan asked him.
Qiaoqiao thought for a moment, and although it seemed interesting, he still shook his head: "Datian likes to run around, and the cage is too small."
Ves have the habit of hiding food, and are prone to disasters If I could dig out a field mouse hole, I don't know how many lives could be saved.
Song Tanke reminded: "Don't let me find out that he stole our food. If I find out, I will reward it to Dabai. There is no point in crying!"
" No!" Qiao Qiao shook his head: "It's well-behaved, and it's very smart and can understand."
Song Tan was relieved.
Apart from anything else, Qiao Qiao is still good at raising animals.
But...
"Have you thought about what job to arrange for him in the future?"
Song Tan counted them one by one: "Look, King Dabai Dabao and the others We all have jobs. We raise pigs to eat meat, and chickens and ducks can still eat meat while they lay eggs. The two long-tailed pheasants in the back mountain are forced to do so. Who can let people have status?"
"Now, you are the only one left? This big field has not been planned yet. Think about what kind of work you can do for it.”
This question stumped Qiao Qiao.
In other words, what kind of work can a field mouse do?
Let it go to the vegetable patch, it’s not enough for a weasel, and it can’t even drive away a sparrow! It can't fly or run or even swim.
Ah, when you think about it, it’s so useless!
Okay! Finished! ! ! I'm so tired, my brain cells are gone, my body is hollowed out...
Isn’t it too much to ask for monthly tickets today?
Good night Macabaka.
(End of this chapter)