Chapter 882: Idle Chat

With that feeling of righteous indignation, Auntie found Zhang Wang's family: "Master Zhang, Master Zhang..."

Zhang Wang's family had a lot of experience in raising cattle and sheep (having learned a lot), and the uncle and aunt felt a bit embarrassed when they came, so they just called him that.

Now that Zhang Wang's family was called over, he was still full of enthusiasm: "What do you want to ask?"

There was a lot to ask, but not now! Auntie weighed her words: "That... that... Master Zhang, have you been in touch with your children recently..."

Zhang Wang's family's expression tightened instantly: "I have no children!"

"No, no, I know!" Auntie couldn't go on, so she gritted her teeth and told the truth: "That, my relative in town said your children heard you weren't doing well, and they are all rushing here—oh, they also inquired, saying your eldest son revealed it."

Zhang Wang's family's face turned iron-blue, and his whole body staggered! Auntie barely managed to support him and hurriedly called for people:

"Brother Wu Lei Lei! Brother Wu Lei Lei! Come over and support me! Where's your dad? Tell your dad to ride the tricycle over, we're going to Tantan's house—you, you, you, don't move, I'll watch the cattle and sheep!"

Brother Wu Lei Lei stood there blankly, always feeling like something big had happened, but he couldn't participate at all...

And at this moment, the uncle also heard the movement and hurriedly rode over. Zhang Wang's family took a deep breath, and without needing support, sat into the tricycle, then held the railing with one hand, and said hatefully:

Zhang Wang was a person with no ambition but dared to think and act. Now, if someone gives him a hand, he can really make a career.

"Son of a bitch!"

Wu Lan sighed.

Doing things that way was quite brainy, but for those of us looking at it...

And when you do that, you have selfish motives: holding a funeral, including the banquet and the Daoist ritual, etc., at most three or four thousand yuan.

And Song Sancheng was stretched thin, answering on one side: "Your sister was physically weak when she was young, always getting sick..."

The old lady was like a human spirit; she didn't stay in the countryside much, but she had heard too much!

Now the government won't watch us have no one to take care of us, but the government's money is limited; it's for doing practical things, not for handling those.

The tricycle arrived very quickly.

Before, Wu Lan looked for you, saying it was to pass a word to the lonely elderly in the village: when they leave, I'll come to help arrange the funeral, and let you, the village cadre, be a witness, it will definitely be possible to hold a Daoist ritual, and handle it decently...

But when taking it again, people calculated and calculated and felt that the original name was the best...

On one side, he still had to say: "Look at you, I just said one sentence and you distorted it; I'm not that kind of person who favors boys over girls..."

"Why say that!"

Coincidentally, the big Secretary Zhu also arrived, and incidentally said to Peng Yan: "I went to find Zhang Wang to discuss things, and incidentally took a look at the shed; it's really well taken care of!"

"That's right." Peng Yan was also proud: "The three people's wages add up to 6500. Zhang Wang will join the job after finishing the livestream. If you ask for him again, you have to pay me; that's called secondment."

Secretary Zhu incidentally asked another topic: "Have you discussed it with your family?"

And over there, Peng Yan was wandering around the courtyard, and the cold wind blew for a long time without extinguishing the fire. Song Sancheng also rarely smoked, squatting on the corridor and asking: "What to do? Ask Secretary Zhu to come over."

Hmph!

Just taking care of it like that, because it was used to breed seedlings, the strawberries planted in the shed indeed had fewer fruits, but the stolon growth speed was very fast, and they had already started to crawl on the ground.

The couple couldn't do heavy work, but they took care of the strawberries extremely delicately, wishing they could take care of them one by one individually.

To tell the truth, doing sales, no matter when, there is no shortage of work, and the money earned is also a lot. If it were someone else, I wouldn't take this pie if you gave it to me.

Women are different from men in this regard, rational and calm.

"Besides, Tantan's name was also taken by me spending money to invite a Daoist immortal... two jin of apples, two bags of sugar, and 50 yuan! That was a lot back then!"

One sandalwood, one arbor, later found out Tian Tian had a problem, Song Sancheng regretted many times why he didn't give the child a good name?

You glanced at Song Sancheng: "Men, they want a son from the root. When Peng Yan was born, he said happily: I also have a son!"

"Why did you spend money on Sister's name but not on mine? Did you not bargain?"

That's fine too.

"The amount of water, fertilizer, and light time given by Professor Song, people have set alarms on their mobile phones, not missing a bit."

Old people in the village spend their whole lives for this. Whose funeral is done well is really important!

Song Tan's family might not have worries, but he has money, or soft words to loosen up, hanging on to that group of children to take care of himself? After all, they are his own children, when he dies, the money will be divided, the house and land will be divided...

Watching Song Tan's family's affairs still not resolved, his own parents started making trouble first, and Peng Yan was still fanning the flames on the side:

"It's quite suffocating."

Three or four thousand is nothing to you now, but the elderly have that promise, and when something happens later, they really dare to stand up, and can still do it...

"What notarization?" Qiao Qiao shook his head: "That was then, but the heart of a father and mother, it's stuck to the children for a lifetime! When the son and grandson come in a crowd, hugging his legs and crying, do you think he's difficult?"

Honestly, I heard about this for the first time, but this topic is impossible to explain, so I simply skipped it:

"I think Uncle Zhang shouldn't be soft-hearted—he has no worries now, what does he need children for?"

Song Sancheng paused, remembered the news he saw two days ago, and also gave an example: "People's thoughts can't be pondered that way, just say those twenty or thirty-year-olds willing to marry an eighty-year-old man... does the old man know in his heart if it's money or love?"

Peng Yan wanted to be strong all her life, this matter is small, but I can remember it for a lifetime.

But Wu Lan only felt it was a pity.

But people get married too. Anyway, after he dies, he won't use the house, so it's better to find someone who can take care of himself comfortably.

Song Sancheng sheepishly: "I... I wasn't happy, but I was happy when Tantan was born! That's different!"

Wu Lan also got the idea from the reaction of Song Tan's family that Tian Tian said—

Only Wu Lan was calm: "Don't worry, I feel Uncle Zhang is quite clear, he even asked me to take him to the city for notarization before!"

When it was Tian Tian's turn, it was just taken like that!

Wu Lan was innocent: "Isn't there still the big pie I drew?" Of course, the big pie can't be eaten, whether it's for the long term or the present, it depends on Zhang Wang's courage.

Makes sense, but Wu Lan was still not worried, and laughed at this moment: "Then you wait and see."

Gritting his teeth, every word was blood and tears, and Auntie's eyes turned sour when she heard it, so she hurriedly followed.

However, the focus today was obviously not Zhang Wang, but Song Tan's family.

Wu Lan whispered: "I discussed it with Teacher Tang."

Secretary Zhu glanced at you, thinking that people were originally selling clothes in the city, and at the end of the year, the commission, wages, and bonuses added up to ten thousand or more a month! Coming back to earn your 3500, is it for your parents' wages? ===== CHAPTER 883 =====