Duan Dinglan was stunned: "What about you?"

"I'll just sleep in the side room today."

He was about to go to the side room, but Duan Dinglan grabbed his arm.

"Boss, you can sleep here."

Song Laoliu frowned even tighter, and he stretched out his bony fingers to gently rub his temples:

"Ding Lan, I've been very busy with work lately. Originally, I didn't plan to come back, but I couldn't explain to my mother, so I had to come back."

Duan Dinglan looked at him somewhat absentmindedly.

Song Laoliu probably also realized that what he said was too blunt.

Therefore, when he said the next sentence, he softened his tone:

"I'm very tired and want to have a good rest. Do you think I can rest well with a baby by my side?"

"Boss, you don't know, our Xiaoqi is very well-behaved. She never makes a fuss at night. She..."

Before she could finish her words, Song Laoliu interrupted her: "Every mother thinks her child is the best and most obedient, and the least noisy, but what is the reality?"

After saying this, not only Duan Dinglan, but even Song Rushuang's heart turned cold.

Her father, who was described by others as kind, honest and considerate, gave her the first impression of a cold man who would dislike her noise.

She hadn't started making a noise yet.

Duan Dinglan obviously didn't expect Song Laoliu to say such a thing, and he just stammered:

"Oh, that's right. I can't disturb your rest, so you can sleep in the side room."

Finally, I have to add: "I'm sorry for wronging you."

Song Rushuang waved her little hands in dissatisfaction. If possible, she really wanted to punch her father.

Who is actually being wronged in this matter?

"Um."

After agreeing, Song Laoliu went into the side room.

Song Rushuang turned her head to look at Duan Dinglan's melancholy expression, and couldn't help feeling distressed.

She stretched out her little fleshy hand, gently touched Duan Dinglan's cheek, and started babbling.

This made Duan Dinglan feel a lump in his throat.

"Be good, Xiaoqi."

She hugged Song Rushuang tighter and whispered in her ear in a low voice:

"Daddy wasn't like this before, and it's not that he doesn't like Xiaoqi. He just came home too late and is a little tired."

A crystal teardrop hung precariously on the little face.

Song Rushuang was not crying for herself, but because she was sad for Duan Dinglan.

It was clearly she who was wronged just now, but she had to explain his difficulties to him.

Song Rushuang grew up in an orphanage. She dared to say that no one of her peers knew better than her what it meant to be dependent on others and to have to read other people's faces.

Therefore, she could clearly see that her father did not care about her very much.

It was at this moment that Song Rushuang realized that her father and her mother probably did not really like each other.

The next morning, the Song family got up early.

Everyone gathered around a table.

After unanimous nomination, everyone still felt that the old lady should be the one to initiate the purchase of New Year's goods.

In previous years, Lao Liu would prepare the things and money without them having to tell him.

The Chinese New Year is just half a month away. Now that he is back, he should prepare things early.

Mrs. Song was also a straightforward person, and she spoke directly to Lao Liu about this matter:

"Sixth Brother, our family had to pay for Xiaoqi's fine before. Not only me, but also your brothers' families have nothing left. I think, shouldn't you take on the responsibility of buying New Year's goods this year?"

Song Laoliu pursed his lips, then said in a deep voice: "Mom, it's not that I don't want to give you the money, it's just..."

"What's wrong?"

"I haven't had much money in the past two months. My boss seems to be having trouble making ends meet, so he hasn't paid us."

He still felt a little guilty when he said these words.

"So, this is why you don't want to come back?"

If that was the case, she would feel relieved.

Boss Song said quickly:

"Why wouldn't you want to come back? Even if you don't have money, you should still come back for the New Year. Although our family doesn't have a lot of money, we are a big family. If we can scrape together some money, we can definitely still celebrate the New Year."

Song's eldest daughter-in-law also quickly echoed her husband's words: "That's what I mean. It doesn't matter whether we have money or not. What matters is that we are a family together."

The other members of the Song family also had the same idea.

No one showed displeasure because Song Laoliu didn't bring the money back.

Old Mrs. Song nodded with satisfaction, then patted her son on the shoulder:

"If this is really the reason why you don't want to come back, then your mother wants to apologize to you. I misunderstood you. I also hope that you really don't want to come home for the New Year because of money."

She looked at Song Laoliu deeply, with some ambiguous look in her eyes.

On the other hand, Song Laoliu didn't even dare to look into Old Lady Song's eyes.

Anyone who is a little careful can see that he is feeling guilty.

Since I didn't bring the money back, it's not a good idea to keep talking about it.

Just then, Duan Dinglan came to the hall carrying Song Rushuang.

The fifth daughter-in-law coughed and quickly changed the subject with a smile:

"Sixth Brother, you came back yesterday, so you must have seen Seventh Brother, right? This child is so cute and looks just like you."

Old Madam Song snorted coldly, "What do you mean by similar? If you ask me, our Xiaoqi still looks like her mother. Look at Xiaoqi's eyes, aren't they exactly the same as Ding Lan's?"

"That's right. This child is very lucky. She looks like both her father and her mother."

After everyone had a quick meal, most of the family members had left.

Since Song Laoliu didn't bring the money back, we have to think of other ways.

Money is dead, but people are alive.

After all, a tree that is moved will die, but a person who moves will live.

Just take action, whether it's borrowing or finding ways to earn a little money to buy it, and spend this New Year tightly.

The adults didn't care, but there were many children in the family, so they lived a hard life and didn't have good food to eat.

If we can't even enjoy the New Year, we will regret it for the whole year.

Song Rushuang lay in the cradle bored, seemingly in a trance, but in fact her consciousness had already entered the space.

The original winter jujube tree no longer bears fruit.

She moved her fingers and tapped the jujube tree. A flash of light appeared and the huge jujube tree disappeared from her sight.

Only a winter jujube remained quietly on the ground.

This should be the winter jujube that I planted.

Song Rushuang still has some simple plans for the next planting plan.

Now that the Chinese New Year is approaching, the family is bound to be short of rice and flour, so the first thing she has to do is to plant wheat and rice.

With the speed of this land, she believed that she would be able to prepare everything before the New Year.

But the current problem is where she is going to get the rice and wheat.