Chapter 337

Song Dafang was still not satisfied and continued to point out the landscape:

"No wonder Qiaoqiao said your watermelons are 20 yuan a jin, and he even used that to ask me for a favor... This must all be expensive because of the shipping costs!"

——I cannot tolerate this remark of yours.

Brother Xiao Zhang was so angry that he put his hands on his hips.

"Who said that? Song Tan never includes shipping when selling things. What do you mean it's expensive because of shipping... It's not your business, what do you know?!"

Because he had been running back and forth during this period, he had been tanned dark, and now he was either carrying watermelons or carrying green peaches every day, so his build had become sturdy. Standing forward angrily at this moment, Uncle Song subconsciously took a step back, feeling two points less confident.

Fortunately, the uncle was not fighting alone. Mao Li was indeed a family member with him, and at this moment, her brows furrowed:

"What are you being fierce for? We asked you to send the package, and you are quite fierce. What kind of courier can't be found, it has to be you? Get out of the way!"

"What are you doing?!"

Song Tan put the cardboard box on the ground, looking at this couple who had no self-awareness at this moment:

"My business, the courier I found, if you have an opinion, you pay for it!"

"Uncle, you still say that Qiaoqiao and I are not sensible. You are sensible, you don't say you are going to see the elderly when you arrive at Grandpa's door, and you start saying unpleasant things as soon as you open your mouth. If the people in the village know about it later, they will definitely laugh at you!"

Heh, if it weren't for Grandpa's old age and her father's soft heart, who would bother with such relatives!

But looking at her grandfather's mentality recently... it might be better than her father's!

Song Tan was happy again.

Song Dafang's face was dark.

He paid special attention to his own face, but at this moment he couldn't get angry when he heard this, so he was full of depression, and walked into the courtyard with a "hum".

But he saw his own father squatting under the corridor, holding a familiar tobacco pouch in his hand, swallowing clouds and fog, while looking at him with an inexplicable expression.

This made his heart jump.

And here, Brother Xiao Zhang had just retorted to Song Tan's relative and was feeling a little regretful, but he saw Song Tan raise her hand and give him a big thumbs up fiercely!

He immediately laughed—

Understood, who doesn't have one or two troublesome relatives?

……

In the courtyard, Song Dafang and Song Youde, father and son, avoided each other's eyes, and at this moment they fell into a strange silence.

And Mao Li thought that the father and son had something to ponder, so she looked around the courtyard at this moment.

First, she walked to Qiaoqiao and asked about the pile of things on his cutting board: "Qiaoqiao, what are you doing?"

Qiaoqiao looked at the aunt inexplicably: "I am cutting watermelon rinds. Aunt, don't you know?"

Mao Li:... take a deep breath.

She suppressed her eye-rolling: "Of course I know watermelon rinds, I am asking you what are you cutting them for? You won't be reluctant to throw them away after eating them, right?"

It's a good thing Ziyi wasn't brought here today, otherwise, just learning the poor and sour spirit of the countryside, what kind of future will she have!

Qiaoqiao nodded seriously: "Yes, watermelon rinds are delicious, I'm reluctant to throw them away. It just so happens that the watermelon candy I made last time, Seventh Grandpa said it wasn't cooked enough, so I'll practice again."

After he finished speaking, he buried his head and started working again.

Mao Li curled her lips.

Their Ziyi has been eating imported things since she was young. What kind of watermelon candy, made by herself, who knows how much sugar was put in it? It's not healthy at all.

Looking at the dried cowpeas drying outside the courtyard, and the layers of green peach jars piled up in the corner of the wall, she couldn't help but go over and take a look, and said with a smile that didn't reach her eyes:

"It's good to live with Dad. There is no room in your own home, and you can take advantage of the situation to fill Dad's courtyard. Sancheng, living at Dad's place, it feels different from your own home, right?"

Good guy!

Song Tan stuffed the cardboard box into Brother Xiao Zhang's hand, thinking that I haven't shown my power yet, and you dare to be so sarcastic to my father?

She also hummed and laughed: "It's quite good. So Grandpa wants to build a new house, Aunt, how much are you and Uncle prepared to pay?"

"Forgot to say."

"Our family is preparing materials, and these will cost 10,000 to 20,000. Uncle is the eldest son, so it's impossible for you to pay less than us, right?"

Mao Li felt a lump in her heart.

Pay what? Want to scrape money from their hands by tearing down the broken bricks and rotten tiles of the old house over there?

Dreaming!

Her face also became serious:

"Tantan, it's not that I'm talking about you, ever since you came home, you have been very unreliable in doing things."

"Not to mention that you insist on farming at home, just say that you asked the old man to build a house - how old is the old man? Can he withstand this toss? Isn't the house at home good? Why do you have to ask them to take out their old savings?"

"I ask you, after this house is built, there will be decoration inside, and you have to buy furniture and appliances, where will the money come from?"

"Besides, you didn't discuss this matter in advance. I can tell you now, your uncle and I don't agree."

"Why don't you agree!"

Song Youde knocked on his tobacco pouch on the steps: "My own house, I want to build it myself, why don't you agree? Did it cost your money when this house was built?"

That's definitely not the case. The house was built when Song Dafang was a teenager, and it has been repaired and patched over the years, slowly filling it up.

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"That's not how you say it..."

Song Dafang pulled the corners of his mouth: "Dad, you are old now, and sometimes your brain is confused. Am I not afraid that you will be cheated by others?"

Song Youde looked at him twice: "You are quite good at considering - let's do this, when you bought that house in the city, you took 50,000 from me, and I have never told Sancheng about this."

"Now I want to build a house, I don't want interest, and I don't care about what you say about inflation or not, you give me that 50,000 yuan, and you don't have to worry about building the house."

When Song Dafang bought that house, it was 20 years ago. It was a small city, and the house price was not expensive. Plus, the land had not been developed at that time, and the house price was shockingly low compared to today!

Where did it need 50,000?

32,000 yuan, and the remaining 18,000 was added by himself and the money he saved over the years, which is how he took down the small storefront.

After so many years, he had long forgotten about this - isn't it natural for a father to buy a house for his son?

Now that it was said by Song Youde in front of everyone, he couldn't help but turn purple, feeling as if his face was about to be peeled off.

He couldn't help but feel a little resentment in his heart - his father had subsidized Sancheng countless times over the years, and now he insisted on making a fuss about this 50,000 yuan, he really didn't take his eldest son to heart!

At this moment, he only felt a burning sensation on his back, as if everyone was staring at him and laughing.

At this moment, he could only endure the resentment and said in a low voice: "Dad, what we are talking about is your building a house, why do you have to build it when the house is fine?"

"Besides, can I pay you less for that 50,000 yuan? It's just that Ziyi has a lot of places to spend money now, and I can't spare my hands for a while. As a son, can I not be filial to you?"

"That's not certain."

Song Youde said slowly: "There are quite a few old men in the village whose sons are not filial. Ziyi does have a lot of places to spend money, who told her parents to have no ability, and they can't afford to raise a daughter?"

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