The old village chief's eyes turned red, and he also gestured: Okay, okay, miss, you are a very good person, and the master and others are also very good people. Good people will be rewarded, and you will all live a good life in the next life.
The deaf-mute old woman still smiled. She opened her mouth to thank the young boy who had climbed up the wall to bring her persimmon cakes when they were young, but it was a pity. She did not get discouraged. She just stretched out her hand and hooked her little finger, which was the gesture they had agreed to make when they would eat persimmon cakes next time.
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"I'm sorry to have made a fool of myself in front of you." The old village chief who had just returned from the foot of the mountain said with a melancholy look on his face.
"Village chief, this is not a joke. Your friendship with the deaf-mute grandmother, and her kindness towards the village, are the most beautiful things in the world. If anyone treats these as a joke, I will bury him!" Song Jiayu clenched her fist and waved it.
"Hahaha, kid, except for being a trouble stirrer occasionally, everything else is good." The old village chief said happily.
Song Jiayu looked resentful, "You have a grudge against me~"
Fortunately, Jiang Baizhou said considerately: "Don't worry, Jiayu, I didn't hear it."
They went down to the yard at the end of the village to take a look. The old village chief unlocked the door and let them in. The layout was similar to that of the old Song family, but a little smaller.
The main house faces the gate of the courtyard. As you enter the gate you will see a spacious living room. There are two doors on the left and right, both of which are rooms for sleeping.
There are two rooms on each side of the yard. The ones on the left are used as sleeping rooms, and the ones on the right are a kitchen and a room for storing miscellaneous items.
Zhao Qiuqin mainly went to see the kitchen. There were two stoves. Although there was no big pot, she could already imagine herself cooking here.
This yard is good except that it is a bit shabby.
Renovation does not take too much time. As long as the villagers can live in it, it is fine. It is not like modern times, where decoration and renovation have to be done with great care. Professionals are hired to design, and the raw materials have to be carefully calculated to control the quality. Finally, after completion, the house has to be aired out before being lived in.
"We want this yard. Fifteen yuan is something our family can still afford, but it's too cheap. Grandma Ya has been taking care of our family, and we can't be ungrateful. Let's discuss what we can do to help Grandma Ya during her final days."
Zhao Qiuqin felt that she had taken great advantage of the mute woman. If she didn't give something back, she probably wouldn't be able to sleep at night.
Song Beiwang raised his hand: "I can help my mother-in-law chop firewood."
Song Demin followed his youngest son's idea and said, "Then I can carry water. There is no well at the foot of the mountain, so we still use the well in the village."
Zhao Qiuqin continued, "I have some delicious food at home, so I'll send it over. As for your two elders, I won't send any."
If what she got from the mute woman was good news, then what Old Man Song and Old Lady Song said when they came to the second house after lunch made Zhao Qiuqin feel sick to death.
Especially since Old Lady Song insisted, "Now that Jiayu has married a good man and Tianshun is in college, your family has a good life, apart from Beiwang. Can't you take care of your eldest brother's family? If that doesn't work, you can take care of Chengjiu or Dongchang!"
When she refuted, Old Mrs. Song actually started crying.
In the end, Song Jiayu didn't want to argue anymore and made things clear on the spot.
"Grandpa, Grandma, since you have chosen to side with Uncle's family, we have nothing to say. However, after you move away, the two families will have no contact at all. We will give you the annual filial piety food that we agreed to give you, but other than that, there is nothing else."
"How come?"
Old Mrs. Song wanted to say something but was stopped by Old Man Song. He knew that if they came to help the eldest brother, they would be completely alienated from the second brother's family, and the second brother's family would never think of them in the future.
But there is nothing we can do, human hearts are biased.
The eldest son’s grandson is about to be born. If they don’t help, do they worry that the grandson will have no place to live after he is born?
The last two rooms and three houses were sold at a low price of eight yuan, using the last bit of kindness from Old Man and Old Lady Song.
Song Quanqing and Wei Meihua were overjoyed when they heard the news.
But they didn't know that their reputation in Lushan Village was completely ruined.
No matter what happens to the Song family in the future, after this incident, Song Demin and Zhao Qiuqin will not care, and the villagers will not say anything.
Alas, this era is still extremely important for reputation and maintaining interpersonal relationships.
Of course, this is not wrong. After all, no one knows when something will happen to their family. Apart from relatives, only villagers can help.
Isn't it because Song Demin and Zhao Qiuqin have a good reputation in the village, and the old village chief knows that they are honest people, that he helped buy the deaf-mute grandmother's yard? Otherwise, let Zheng Li's family try? If they wanted the deaf-mute grandmother's yard, they would probably be beaten by the old village chief.
This time when she came back on the second day of the Lunar New Year, Song Jiayu was very busy, but the result was very gratifying.
They didn't eat this dinner at home. At around four or five in the afternoon, the two of them prepared to ride their bikes back home.
The roads in the village were not very smooth, especially since it rained for several days before the New Year, and the mud was a bit soft.
Song Jiayu was talking while sitting in the back seat of the bicycle when it suddenly stopped. She was about to ask what happened when she heard Song Xiulan's voice.
"Jiang Baizhou, please move aside. I want to talk to Song Jiayu."
Jiang Baizhou didn't say anything, but his motionless posture expressed his attitude.
Seeing people defending Song Jiayu so much, Song Xiulan wondered if she was dreaming or if it was something from her past life. Was that person, as cold as ice, being warmed up by Song Jiayu?
Is it that Song Jiayu is better than me?
"I heard that you are in poor health and get sick every winter."
Song Jiayu then emerged from behind Jiang Baizhou and interjected, "I'm so sorry, but thanks to my care, my brother Baizhou hasn't gotten sick this winter, not even a minor cold."
Song Xiulan's soul was shocked when she heard this.
It was obvious that in a dream in his previous life, Jiang Baizhou was sick for a long time this winter and stayed in the hospital for a month. Not only was he not a third-level electrician, but even his first-level electrician job was taken over by someone else.
If everything could change...
"Song Jiayu, what did you do?"
Song Jiayu blinked her innocent eyes and smiled, shaking her head. "I don't understand what you're asking. What can I do? Of course I should try to live a good life, right, Brother Bai Zhou?"
"Yeah." Jiang Baizhou responded while holding back his laughter.
Wife, do you dare to show others your ability to grow cabbages with your bare hands?
"Work hard to live a good life? Hahaha, what a funny sentence."
In Song Xiulan's previous life, whether with Jiang Baizhou or with the domestic violence man later, she tried hard to live a good life. It was all Jiang Baizhou's fault for being unkind and dying young, and it was all the domestic violence man's fault for being violent. He deserved to die.
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