Chapter 742 742. The Dafang Family’s Small Abacus
Early in the morning, Sun Yanyan asked Song Xuehai to pack her things and prepare to return to her parents’ home for the festival.
The living room is full of fruits and snacks, clothes, shoes and socks, tobacco and wine gift boxes, etc. It is extremely well-prepared. Even Song Ziyi is wearing a brand new skirt.
The family of three was so busy that Mao Li looked particularly ugly.
Don’t mention anything else.
Sun Yanyan has been married for several years, and she has always only taken money from the old couple. But when it’s my turn to help my mother’s family during the festival, I’m not disappointed at all!
This made her feel particularly suffocated.
Ziyi was young, so she looked at her grandma's face and suddenly asked: "Mom, let's go back to grandma, where is grandma going?"
Sun Yanyan glanced at Mao Li. One glance: "Your grandma is not going anywhere. She is waiting for your aunt today."
Aunt Song Tingting is Song Xuehai's younger sister. She married out of town and rarely comes back twice a year.
This time, I called in advance to say that I would be back during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Mao Li had been stocking up on meat and braised vegetables at home early. She also bought imported fruits and the refrigerator was full!
As Sun Yanyan watched, she also murmured in her heart.
When shopping for the holidays, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law may not have any other intentions.
However, after all, this house is occupied by their family of three. Now that things have been packed, Sun Yanyan pretends to say:
"Mom, this Tingting and his Wu Yuan have children. Come back together, where can we stay here tonight? Our Ziyi is old and doesn’t want to sleep with us now.”
When Song Dafang heard this, he felt particularly uncomfortable.
He bought this house in full at the beginning, but now his daughter has no place to live when she comes back...
But according to his thinking, the daughter who is married to a foreigner still has to fight with her sister-in-law when she comes back. Good relationship.
At this moment, he said: "It's okay. There are rooms in the hotel near our home. I'll just go and get one."
The hotel is not very famous, and the room is naturally not expensive, more than 100 yuan. After spending the whole night making money, Sun Yanyan was satisfied.
But Mao Li got angry when she heard it!
"Your daughter has to stay in a hotel when she comes back! Why did the child come all the way back?"
Sun Yanyan was thick-skinned: "Mom, it's not that I am not sincere in hosting you. Isn’t it because of family conditions? Otherwise, you and dad would buy another one.”
“We Ziyi is growing up, and I want to prepare a piano room for her.”
The implication is that it would be great if the room where the old couple lived could be freed up.
Ziyi Ziyi... Who wouldn't know that she was using the child as an excuse? ! Mao Li suddenly became angry!
"How can we have money to buy a house! We, the old couple, have made a little money and have to supplement your family. Where can we get the money to buy another house?"
I have three or four hundred thousand yuan. , but what can three or four hundred thousand do now? We really need to keep them to prevent them from getting sick and recuperating.
The other Maoli didn't lie either.
Sun Yanyan's money-making ability is better than hers. After a few years of marriage, she can make a lot of money every month, so she naturally saves less than before.
The atmosphere at home suddenly became weird.
Ziyi is young, but she knows how to look at faces. When she saw that her grandma and mother were talking something not quite right, she thought for a while and whispered: "Mom, why isn't Brother Qiaoqiao here? I want to eat Qiaoqiao. The vegetables and watermelon brought by Brother Qiao."
Sun Yanyan frowned: "I told you not to call me brother." There is a difference in seniority.
After hearing this, Mao Li immediately became angry with the enemy: "That's right! Ziyi, grandma told you that we will have nothing to do with his family in the future! Even if you grow several vegetables in the field, you don't know how much you weigh. Two..." Speaking of this, both mother-in-law and daughter-in-law complained very much.
"The same goes for the old man. Isn't Song Tan good at coaxing people? He just said in vain that he would build a house, and then asked us to pay for it?!"
"He didn't even think about it. He is already so old. How can he build a house? What’s the use of the house? Who wants the house in my hometown?”
That part of the ravine will not be demolished in another hundred years.
As long as Mao Li doesn’t get along with Sun Yanyan, her speech is quite good. At least it’s Song Dafang’s intimate words:
“The old man sent you to the city in the first place. , it seems that you are able to survive now only because of your family, and you are just asking for money to build a house... He still thinks that you are enjoying the good life here every day?”
"How can a father be so inconsiderate of his children?"
Song Dafang's face was grave - this was not what he was saying! But the more he talked, the more embarrassed he became, because the old man didn’t have to pay much to build a house...
But at this moment, he just frowned: "Okay, stop talking. "
While urging: "Hurry up, Xuehai, you should go out, otherwise there will be a traffic jam on the way back home today."
He urged Mao Li again: "Ask Ting. Where is Ting? What time will she arrive? Wu Yuan is nearby. There are some things we can’t say to her in advance. She doesn’t have to go to the countryside to see her grandpa this time.”
...
The joys and sorrows of people are not the same.
For example, at this moment, my aunt Song Hongmei closed her stall early, and when she got home, she took out several plastic bags and a torn plastic vegetable basket that she picked up while buying vegetables.
She carried the empty vegetable basket downstairs. There were several groups of red, black, black, and white plastic bags in it. The neighbors in the community were amazed:
“Red plums, people. You move things home during the holidays, why do you still have an empty one?”
Although the red plums are picked, it is not like this?
Song Hongmei smiled proudly: "Oh, you're not my sister-in-law. She usually asks her children to bring something if she has something. It's the Mid-Autumn Festival, so I didn't want to bother you. They Farming is busy and hard..."
"She insisted on letting me go and asked me to bring more bags. There were piles of vegetables in the field and I couldn't finish them... Oops, This is comfort in the countryside. You can grow your own food, which is no more troublesome than spending money at the vegetable market every day..."
As soon as this was said, the neighbors quickly started talking about it: "Oh, you This sister-in-law must be the mother of the two children who come here often!”
“Let me tell you, the children are handsome, and their parents will definitely be worthy of them!” I know, this relative of Damei can do it”
This is my aunt's art. She is picky and picky, and she takes advantage of others, but she doesn't know what kind words to say.
No, this is such a big festival, the whole yard is filled with joy, and there is no trace of sadness at all.
When her son parked the car at the door, Song Hongmei got in the car and started pulling at it again: "Where are the bottles I asked you to bring up yesterday?"
"It's in the trunk. "My son Zhu Lingqi asked curiously: "Mom, what are you doing with those big jars?"
Song Hongmei sighed: "These are the jars I gave when I made egg pancakes and bought sauce. Didn't Tantan mean the watermelon at home? When the sauce is ready, would you like to take a few bottles with you?”
"Looking at me, I don't know. She also paid for the bottle. What a pity for her family! We have such a free big bottle, why don't we use it?"
Ah Qianqiu called again. Rewarded...Thank you all for your support.
I'm too sleepy... If I can't finish writing tonight, I may have to make up for it tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)