Chapter 1167

The voice was very loud and familiar—wasn't it the reinforcements Zhou Tianyu had run back to call, his mother Li Lanhua?

As for the grudges between the two Song brothers, who among those of us who often come here to work could be kept in the dark?

What's more, that courier, Xiao Zhang, was so helpful back then that the people in the village were practically all called over to watch.

Song Tan had just said she would supply them with vegetable seedlings next year, and here the older brother was back, fiddling with a crappy little TV...

Oh my!

Who doesn't see through their intention to cut in and steal the deal?

No matter how close you are as brothers, the Song family promised them to us first. It's not like we don't help with the work, so why should we give them to you?

Cutting off someone's livelihood—this cannot be tolerated.

And so, while Zhou Maozhu was still grumbling in the group chat, Li Lanhua had already arrived.

Qiaoqiao was counting dumplings into the pot and, hearing this, became nervous too, quickly rushing out of the kitchen to shout loudly:

"The uncle is not a good person! Even Dawang's dog poop shouldn't be shared with him!"

Li Lanhua was also feeling uneasy inside.

I'll try giving it to Hongmei later; that'll be fine.

Grandma couldn't stop smiling as soon as she heard that.

She thought of the two patches of Chinese sedge at the low-lying slope that had just been divided before winter, and felt very expectant:

"Feeding the pigs!"

Although the first day of the New Year didn't bring a single piece of good news, at least this TV didn't come cheap for them.

The little old man was aggressive and believed in fortune-telling without a doubt!

Then, with a quick motion, he threw the remaining large sweet potatoes in as well.

"Really?"

"You don't say, someone as honest as Sancheng can be quite scary when pushed too far."

In the past, Ma Hu would have definitely cried and retreated in fear. But now, he had more than enough; he hadn't missed a single episode of the entire Ultraman series, and he even had savings!

The cold wind whipped mercilessly against their faces amidst the roaring car; the couple, dressed in wool coats, shivered even more in the cold wind.

Teacher Xin is right; some people are just a little bit slow, but they won't realize it themselves... it's better not to expose them again.

The more he thought, the more conflicted he became, and the more hesitant he felt. However, the next moment, he saw Zhou Tianyu actually open the door of that broken car, then step on the gas with a sickly complexion, even carefully making a wide turn at the courtyard gate...

The grandfather in the wheelchair had a blank expression and, unable to think of anything, could only grip the armrests and rush forward. Zhou Tianyu was dazed for a moment, just about to mock it as "nonsense and feudal superstition," when he saw his own father pushing the old man in the wheelchair and rushing over with a desperate attitude—

Goodness!

Song Youde said with bitterness: "You don't understand... what good things could a worker possibly eat? I say it's pig feed, so it's pig feed."

As for his son, he's just a fool.

"Zhou Tianyu, let me tell you, I'm calling you 'brother' to give you face!"

"Pfft, cough, cough, cough!!!"

But it just so happens that this fool has stabbed my heart time and again, and his words are too unpleasant!

Even Song Tan and the others crowded behind him in an instant, quietly tugging at his arm.

Grandma sighed, deeply worried.

"Damn! Just a crappy little TV, brought it over and now taking it back... it's really embarrassing!"

Subconsciously, he turned and ran out the door. Song Tan, standing there in her short boots, was dazed for a moment and had no choice but to follow him out.

Song Youde bit into the dumpling numbly, his heart aching so much he almost cried: "It doesn't taste as good as the pig feed at your house."

"Tomorrow is the seventh day, the girl should be returning to her maiden home. If you go back with her, what will happen when Lu Chuan comes?"

Zhou Tianyu felt a sense of foreboding. He turned his head abruptly, only to see his car window smashed to pieces once again!

Until Wu Lan helped the two old men pour water to calm their nerves while watching them chat animatedly, and couldn't help but laugh.

"You Song the eldest, you really have no sense of gratitude!"

Song Youde said "Ah," recalling the so-called 3D Agricultural Technology Museum the company went to for team building, and hesitated:

"Isn't this quite good? Why are you throwing it into the bucket?"

"I heard that people who look honest are the ones who bottle things up inside! What if they get pushed too far and come at us with a kitchen knife?"

"You... you... when Dad had a good relationship with you in the past, we didn't get rich. Later, when you guys fought, we had money... You must have been cursing our fortune!"

That one sentence from the foolish child broke Li Lanhua's momentum, which had been building up step by step.

"That's true! That's true! Lingling is not as good as you in that regard, she needs to learn more!"

Wow!

Don't say, it really seems like life only got better after the two brothers grew distant.

"Old brother, I know you're anxious, and anyone would be anxious if their child is unfilial! But you can't push me."

"He's so honest, even if pushed too far, he'd just smash someone's car window, not use a kitchen knife. There's nothing scary about that..."

Not to mention anything else, Song Sancheng made money this year, and his way of speaking is surprisingly generous now.

Song Youde, who had just arrived, stood by the roadside, feeling a bit dazed—it was resolved so quickly?

Ma Hu hadn't fed the pig feed yet; he finally broke open the oversized sweet potato. Sure enough, the inside was a golden, fragrant, roasted sweet potato, but the outer part was a dry, white, undercooked core.

Just like that, without a word, he drove away around the crowd.

And over there, Song Youde stood by the stove holding a large bowl, already starting to eat impatiently.

Actually, this was purely psychological. But the old couple felt more and more that it was exactly the case. Song Sancheng didn't say a word, just reached out and pushed Qiaoqiao's grandfather's wheelchair, then charged straight toward Zhou Tianyu—

"My daughter has been married into your family for so many years, you can't just throw her away too!"

Last time, even though the car window was smashed, it wasn't this scary!

"Ah? I didn't say that. I was just discussing it... Hey, hey! Listen to me! I didn't say that!"

Ma Hu curiously took a few undercooked large sweet potatoes that had been accidentally roasted on the fire stove next door, and while breaking them open to look, he asked curiously:

"Is that so?"

When this late brunch ended, Song Youde took Li Lanhua and Song Sancheng to his own house, and heard Grandma asking Until Wu Lan curiously:

"Brother Tianyu, sister said you work in Beicheng. What do the pigs in Beicheng eat?"

Zhou Tianyu thought, isn't that exactly what I'm afraid of?

Just as they were talking, he saw Ma Hu open a large ceramic jar on the side, scoop out a basin of rice bran and pour it over the sweet potatoes, and the leftover dumpling soup from the pot was also poured directly into the bucket.

So Fan Ming also glared over: "What are you being fierce for! Everything you want is from our house. Do you have a say in this?"

He thought for a moment and then asked curiously: "When have you ever eaten the ones from my house... Dawang wouldn't let you steal them!"

Until Wu Lan coughed earth-shatteringly on the side, and Qiaoqiao, with spiritual energy condensed in his palm, quickly helped her soothe it, but as they did, the mother and daughter looked at each other and suddenly burst into wild laughter.

"Song the eldest. We are all from the same village, you can't act like that."

Only a crisp sound was heard, and the crowd instantly quieted down.

"That's not right! We all signed our names. It was agreed that Qiaoqiao's vegetable seedlings for next year would be sold to us. Why are you only coming now to cut in? We've already dug up the land!"

And the crowd was indignant; if they couldn't hold back and started hitting him, and then couldn't stop...

That would be a disaster!

But the honest middle-aged man's face turned red: "I'll smash it! So what? If you dare to come again next time, I'll smash it again!"

Grandma shook her head: "That's no use either. Lingling is different from you. You feel that if you like someone, you can try, but she always feels she's not good enough for others."

In his life, he hadn't had many opportunities to act on impulse like this. Zhou Tianyu was so arrogant; if he were to pounce on him to fight later, would he need this brick?

It serves them right that this family doesn't get rich! They are obsessed with everything related to making money.

"Get out, get out! Sancheng's life is finally getting better! I shouldn't have let you into the yard to 【hinder】 them!"

Qiaoqiao didn't care about those things at all. He thought for a moment and nodded: "Sure! Come over! Let our Lingling see what real taste is."

"Last time you said you were Tantan, and this time you're still scolding my Fan Ming... I should have smashed your head before you even entered the door!"

"That's right! That's too embarrassing."

"These were all brought over by our village secretary for me. I treat him like my own grandfather! The wine he gave is all good."

"It's so delicious!"

In an instant, everyone in the courtyard burst into laughter.

"There will probably be even more to weave next year."

You have never looked up to Song Sancheng in your life.

And over there, as the crowd dispersed in twos and threes, Song Youde stood in the courtyard with a thick-skinned, silly smile. His eyes kept looking at the kitchen, full of expectation.

If he smashed it and had to pay for it himself, how frustrating that would be!

"Pig feed is so expensive, it must taste very fragrant, right?"

"Are you crazy?!" He glared at Li Lanhua.

And outside the door, on the small path along the bamboo forest, a group of men and women were rushing over aggressively. Seeing Fan Minglong, someone immediately surrounded him:

When the time comes, I'll have a partnership with the old home, and I'll partner with Hongmei myself... This opportunity to get rich will definitely be caught!

But after glancing at the TV still held in Song Tan's arms, for some reason, he felt a faint sense of comfort in his heart.

He was panting; the pressure of arguing was clearly much greater than using a brick.

"Crack."

"Don't talk nonsense with him, Maozhu said it! He must be deliberately using the old man to cut in..."

But in the broken car, while drinking in the cold wind, Song Tan felt lingering fear:

The onlookers were stunned, and then burst into laughter.

"And these cigarettes, Tantan said you don't smoke, so I'll give you a few cartons of good cigarettes. When old friends come to the house, you can pass them out..."

It must be said, his self-confidence came from within, and he was a completely different person!

Ma Hu was even more interested: "Brother Tianyu, have you eaten it? How many brands have you eaten? Is it true that no brand tastes as good as the ones at my house?"

But today, no one in the Song family disliked him, only Grandpa was complaining blindly over there:

"Dad, shall I buy you a new phone? One that looks clearer. I'll have Ma Hu teach you how to use it later, and you can learn the weaving tutorials online too."

"Even if they hadn't broken up by then, seeing Lu Chuan would probably make her feel even more that she should settle for an ordinary person."

Song Dafang, however, was gnashing his teeth in hatred.

The aroma of the sweet potatoes was so overpowering that even though Song Youde was eating dumplings, his eyes couldn't help but stare over.

—Fine.

Speaking of which, Qiaoqiao was quite regretful: "I even instructed Lu Chuan to dress up nicely, to give Lingling's boyfriend a crushing defeat on the seventh day."

He blew on the steaming hot dumplings and swallowed them in a flurry; he was almost scalded to tears, but he still couldn't wait a second: "What I eat outside compared to this is just pig feed!"

Song Sancheng was also embarrassed, apologizing repeatedly: "I was anxious for a moment, the yard is so big, and there's nothing at hand... Brother! Don't panic, I'm not at home at noon, I'll move two cases of good wine for you. During the New Year, you can treat your relatives to your heart's content, you'll have plenty of face!"

Who knew Dawang's roar would solve the problem, missing the opportunity!

"This child is too honest, he doesn't have a shred of the competitive spirit that everyone else has."

Then he saw Ma Hu's hand lift, and the broken sweet potato was thrown into the red bucket on the side.

When the car passed by, he took a look, glanced inside through the drafty window, and couldn't help but curse again:

Grandma thought for a moment: "Anyway, it's the same whenever I get home, otherwise I'd better stay here with you. Tantan, have your uncles come over tomorrow too."

So much so that his face turned purple and his eyes glared fiercely: "Do you have a say in this?"

Everyone laughed, wishing each other a happy New Year while greeting Li Lanhua, and then returned to their respective homes.

"Just... various scientifically formulated feeds?"

Who can stand that now? If this disabled person falls to the ground, I'd lose half a layer of skin even if I didn't die!

In all these years, when had he ever seen Fan Minglong like this?

Song Youde felt a pang of heartache.

Although his sister held the savings, he was also the one who could support all the dogs in the family with his salary, plus Xin Jun and Uncle Biao often praised him...

"Your own parents don't care, and you turn around and want to cut off our livelihood! Why are you so vicious?"

His answer was very strange; Ma Hu sighed and didn't pursue it further.

Although it was a bit embarrassing to run away immediately, and it felt bad to see a gold mine right in front of him but be unable to dig it, he felt very uncomfortable.

Song Sancheng and Wang Lifen felt a jolt in their hearts.

Zhou Maozhu's defense was drowned out in the crowd, and at this moment, Li Lanhua finally picked up a brick and found the right moment.

"!!!"

He had been capable his whole life but could only shrink back in the countryside. The wife he married was also very fierce, and the daughter they had was quite promising, but she wasn't very bright; instead of finding a partner with good conditions in the provincial capital, she insisted on returning to the village.

He thought for a moment, remembering the discussion about Sister Lingling's boyfriend from the past two days, and summarized it with a grunt:

He tightened his face.

But magically, Zhou Tianyu backed down all of a sudden.

"Dafang, I think we can't come to the old home anymore. Did you see Li Lanhua's eyes! He was holding a brick and his eyes were red..."

Tsk!

When he finished everything, he looked up with sincere eyes and an earnest question:

The dumpling water is also quite good to drink, it shouldn't be wasted; I have to stir something into it.

She thought for a moment, remembered Aunt Lianhua's mother-in-law, and couldn't help but ask:

My dad is the same; not to mention how much salary he earned weaving mats in the summer, he didn't move fewer good cigarettes and wines for Li Lanhua during the holidays, and now he can actually be happy and full of expectation...