Chapter 883: The Three Siblings Meet [Can Skip]

Secretary Zhu also gave a thumbs up: "I just said the old lady has vision!"

"Come!" She pulled back to the main topic: "Are you sure Zhang Wang's family won't go back on their word?"

Song Tan said calmly: "My dad just said one sentence very correctly, men, he understands everything he should understand—Uncle Zhang asked me to take him to the city for a will notarization before, and now he is still working in our house, and I also said that I will be responsible for his funeral in the future..."

"At that time, if he goes back on his word and wants to rely on his son, I don't care, but according to his personality, this job probably won't be able to continue."

The land has already been contracted out, and they have helped them earn money. If he doesn't work now, can his three children scrape together three thousand yuan in wages for him every month?

You know it's impossible!

Secretary Zhu gave a thumbs up: "You see it clearly—hey hey hey, that car! That car passing on the small road, isn't it his children's?"

How would Song Tan know that?

It's just that there is indeed only one household living in the back mountain.

She thought for a while: "Should be—wait a minute and ask for the license plate."

You snorted coldly: "I know you want to come over alone to coax things out of me, you are too heartless. We have three siblings!"

Changsun Jia stood up suddenly: "It's me!"

The wife came up with an idea: "Isn't our dad not doing well? Then he must have no time to talk to the road repairers about this... By rights, you are the eldest son, this house should be yours, right?"

It was tied with split bamboo, and it had to be replaced every two years. In the past, when the old lady was there, it would be full of morning glories and honeysuckle in summer and autumn.

Because they raised three children, Changsun Jia could be considered a strong laborer, and their house was considered one of the most dilapidated in the village, not even willing to build a decent brick wall, only a most basic layer of fence.

They looked at Qiao Qiao, and then looked at Xiaoduo—

Few houses in the village were built on the main road, usually with some distance from the main road. Those who were particular would build the road in front of their own house into cement when repairing the road.

Sue! Sue as much as you want!

So Wu Mei slapped her thigh, crying while rushing into the courtyard: "Dad! Dad! How could a perfectly fine person suddenly become like this—"

Before, he didn't hit them because he felt sorry for the children. Now, if he doesn't hit them, is it because he's afraid these few beasts will sue him?

But this time it seems a bit different...

"Come! Let them come! If they want money, they have to take a beating from me first!"

Everyone looked at each other, their expressions not very good.

It was sister Baolan who spoke first: "Big brother, I don't know what to say, Dad isn't doing well, and you didn't tell us, that's my biological dad!"

He sighed: "I don't want anything."

Once this was said, Feng Changfa felt relieved in his heart.

The old lady looked at Changsun Jia, only to see his tricycle handle twist, and the whole person had already gone up the mountain. So she didn't hesitate anymore, and let Wu Lan and Song Sancheng support her into the car: "Go!"

And in the hot room, Zhang Wang's family had red eyes, his expression carrying a fierce energy:

The same direction, who else could it be for?!

Oh my god! The old lady wanted to see it so much, her heart was itching like a hundred claws! But isn't this someone else's sad affair? Afraid that outsiders would poke their hearts, that's why she didn't dare to speak.

And on the mountain, Zhang Wang's family walked all the way, whispering to his wife: "The village looks prosperous now, look, the road is built to the door!"

The original crying stopped abruptly, Wu Mei and Zhang Wang's family turned their heads together, their expressions couldn't help but look ugly.

Then he wrapped the cotton-padded jacket hanging on the chair next to him around himself, and rushed out of the door with a limp. It was also a coincidence, another taxi passed by the door, followed by a roaring motorcycle.

Zhang Wang's family said hatefully: "I'm not afraid even if they sue until the whole country knows, except for not educating them well, I have no conscience!"

Looking at what was in his hand... coincidentally, 6 boxes of identical milk.

No matter how small, it's still a tricycle! It can fit!

Asked again: "Teacher Song, Teacher Tang, should we go see?"

This is also the old man and old lady's way of dealing with the world—don't meddle in other people's family affairs.

This fork road is not far, it doesn't cost much money.

For a time, in the small mountain village, all kinds of tricycles, the atmosphere seemed to be as exciting and tense as racing at any time.

"That must be yours." Feng Changfa was very confident: "According to our old rules, I can also take the big share of the land... but our family doesn't have much land, I vaguely remember a piece of kudzu slope in front of the door, and a few small vegetable gardens, and two mu of fields..."

Everyone squeezed over in a swarm, Song Tan directly rode the tricycle: "Come, Mom, Dad, you all get on!"

However, after taking only two steps, he heard a burst of car horns and motorcycle roars behind him.

He gradually recalled the past, and finally concluded angrily: "My parents are honest, they had no vision when they divided the land, our family still has a piece of mountain, that's very far away... it's all next to the mountain of the neighboring village, there's nothing on the mountain, it's all trees, and now the government doesn't allow cutting."

"If you want it, you two can split it. As an eldest son, Feng Chang, what I can do is to hold a grand and decent funeral for the old man—he only has those few tens of thousands of yuan, how much will be left after this?"

At this moment, looking at his wife, he couldn't help but sigh: "Didn't I not confirm it? To avoid making you anxious and busy for a trip..."

Usually, managing this and that only leads to being a bad person inside and out.

Just at this time, Secretary Zhu pushed the door and entered: "Uncle, is that license plate number XXXX your son's?"

This scene, just right!

Only to see Zhang Baohe and his wife getting off the taxi, and sister Baolan's family getting off the motorcycle behind.

"That's it!" Zhang Baohe also had a gloomy face: "Big brother, it's a new era now, we don't follow the old ways, what eldest son Zhang Wang gets 80% of the land, that's impossible!"

Secretary Zhu and Zhang Yanping, Xin Jun:...

Everyone tacitly didn't bring children.

A scene of desolation.

After speaking, he looked into the distance and curled his lips: "Just that short stretch of road, why not build it to the old house?"

The two whispered and calculated this and that, and finally the car drove to the door.

"Baohe, Baolan, look at what you're saying, what eldest son Zhang Wang wants 80% of the land... am I that kind of person? I'm not even coming back, what do I need rural land for!"

That's true, every province has standards for cutting trees in rural areas every year, and a province only gets so many. It's no problem to cut two trees at home for firewood, but if you want to renovate a mountain... no way!

The wife sighed: "Is that firewood useful now? Having a mountain isn't a loss. It's just that with all these rules now, I guess no one would want it even if you wanted to contract it to others..."

Now it's winter, the fence is dark and about to rot, and you can see grass growing out of the cracks in the ground in the courtyard through the fence wall. ===== CHAPTER 884 =====