Su Qingci didn't beat around the bush with this upright old man.

He frankly admitted that he had conflicts with several comrades at the educated youth settlement.

In order not to affect future unity, I want to have a room by myself.

Liu Dazhu stared wide-eyed for a long time without saying a word.

He definitely disagrees.

If one person acts as an exception, others will follow suit, and then how can he manage?

But his wife kept interrupting him, preventing him from speaking.

"Old man, come here for a second, come here for a second."

Song Manhua pulled Liu Dazhu into the inner room, and didn't forget to smile and ask Su Qingci to sit down first.

"What are you doing? What is it that you have to say now?"

"Old man, look."

Song Manhua pointed to the things on the bed for Liu Dazhu to see.

A large piece of plain blue cloth, thick and smooth, with beautiful tassels at the bottom.

It was a curtain that Su Qingci had torn down from the farm guesthouse.

There was also a bag of flour weighing ten kilograms, packaged in a white plastic bag.

“Old man, I know you’ve always been a strong-willed and upright person, and you’ve never been one to take bribes.”

"But Su, the educated youth, asking for a room isn't a major issue that violates any principles, so can you think of a way?"

“It’s not that I’m greedy for this gift, but Mao Mao is only six months old and was born prematurely, so he’s already weak. My second son’s wife doesn’t have any milk, and we don’t have anything good to give him.”

"I really can't bear to return this bag of refined flour."

"Old man, this is enough porridge for Mao Mao to eat for a long time."

"And this piece of cloth, Lanfang is getting married at the end of the year, and her biggest wish is to have a new dress."

"The rest can be used to make a pair of pants for the eldest child and a vest for each of the younger children."

"Our family has been growing for the past two years, and the children haven't seen a single hair in years."