"I'll listen to you. This family can't survive without me."
“Puff—”
Some people couldn't help laughing when they heard what Zhao Qiuqin said.
The family looked over and saw that it was Song Beiwang. It was not surprising at all.
This kid provoked Zhao Qiuqin again and burst into a lion roar. He even asked Song Jiayu for help. The rebellious teenager was full of energy. He talked when he should, laughed when he should, and begged for mercy when he should be punished. Even Zhao Qiuqin scolded him: "How can you be so spineless, little brat?"
Song Beiwang said with a playful smile: "You are my mother, I am stubborn with you, not to be bullied even more."
After saying this, the mother in those big eyes was about to take action again.
Song Beiwang quickly dodged: "My brothers outside all call me Big Brother, Big Marshal, and Big General. I am not spineless!"
"Okay, okay, next time you have some backbone, don't go to your sister's house for free meals."
"No, I want it."
Song Beiwang felt that he would die if he didn't go to his sister's house to eat some meat.
It was still early for dinner, so Song Beiwang pulled Jiang Baizhou up the mountain. Song Deming went to the river alone to fish. Song Jiayu asked her mother to sit down, took out the family gift package rewarded by the system, and stuffed a stack of tickets into Zhao Qiuqin's hand. The old farmer saw so many tickets for the first time, and his hands trembled.
"What are these?"
"They're all bills. This time, Bai Zhou and I didn't bring anything else for you, so we brought the bills we saved up. They don't look inconspicuous. If our family needs them, we can use them. If we don't need them, we can exchange them for eggs or something from the villagers. You know how to make a living, so plan on using them."
Although her daughter had sent her gifts again, the thought behind her heart warmed her heart. Zhao Qiuqin hugged her daughter and felt like crying again. "I wish you were a son. You wouldn't have to get married. You could just stay with me and never go anywhere."
After all, as a mother, I still can't bear to let go.
Song Jiayu shook her head: "Daughters and sons are the same. I can come back to see you and dad often."
At this time, the son lives with his parents, but it will be different in the future. Take Tianshun for example. If this younger brother studies well at Beilin University, it is possible that he will be kept in Beilin City. After all, talents are needed everywhere.
When the economy developed in the 1980s, Song Beiwang, who loved to make trouble, might have wanted to go out and try his luck.
Song Jiayu would not tell her mother about these things.
At around eleven o'clock, Wei Meihua came over and called out, "Qiuqin, are you going to cook?"
"I'm coming." After replying, Zhao Qiuqin took an apron from the hook on the wall and tied it around her waist to avoid getting her clothes dirty.
Seeing someone coming out, Wei Meihua said again: "Jiayu is in the room? My Xiulan is back too. If you feel bored, go to the next room and talk to Xiulan."
Song Jiayu in the room didn't think about leaving and just said, "Oh, I see."
Later, Song Beiwang brought Jiang Baizhou back and picked a lot of things from the mountain. There were many wild vegetables in autumn after the rain. They looked green and lush. If you pay a little attention to the cooking method, they will definitely be delicious.
Dad Song also fished out a two-pound fish from the river. The fish's tail was still wagging. Not only was the fish fragrant, but the fish meat was also very fresh, which could be tasted in one bite.
Fortunately, knowing that Zhao Qiuqin's cooking was more delicious, Wei Meihua took the initiative to help. When the dishes were served on the table, she knew they would taste good just by smelling the fragrance.
There was a plate of roast chicken with potatoes, a plate of spicy boiled fish, a plate of braised beans, and a plate of stir-fried radish, which were divided into men's and women's tables. Jiang Baizhou and his friends ate in the main room, while Song Jiayu and her friends ate on the kang inside.
When I saw Song Xiulan again after so many days, she no longer looked pale in the ward. Her complexion was rosy and her pointed chin was a little rounder. It seemed that she was well taken care of in the Sun family.
Song Xiulan accepted the gaze of her second cousin. She felt that Song Jiayu, who had never been pregnant, must be envious of her. Who could be better than her? She got pregnant after only a few months of marriage.
"Jiayu, don't worry. Jiang Baizhou looks weak, but you will have children sooner or later. Unlike me, I got married for only a few months and then it broke down. I will be even busier after the baby is born."
The scent of tea in these words can be smelled from a long distance away.
Sometimes Song Jiayu really wanted to ask: Cousin, where did you take the tea art class?
"Thank you for your concern, cousin. But I'm really not in a hurry. Bai Zhou likes me very much. We both think it's better for us to live our lives together for a while. Oh, my Bai Zhou has worked hard for me. He passed the electrician test in July and is preparing to take another test in January. If he passes, he will be a third-level electrician. We are a good couple now."
The main character does not understand the meaning of the words, but it stabs a knife in the heart.
The words "I'm fine" almost broke Song Xiulan's defense.
"Yes, is that so." I almost couldn't laugh.
Wei Meihua didn't notice her daughter's abnormality, or perhaps her heart wasn't with Song Xiulan at all. She continued with a smile, "It's really amazing. Our Jiayu married into a lucky family. My Xiulan doesn't have your good luck."
What do you mean by this?
Want to praise someone? But how can the eldest aunt praise the second wife's stinky feet?
Is that sarcastic? But don't forget that this "Fu Wo Wo" marriage was something Song Xiulan had refused to do at all costs.
Song Jiayu looked at her mother. Could it be that her aunt was crazy?
Song Xiulan, who also felt that her mother was crazy, said, "Mom, Chang Lei is so good to me. The Sun family is not as bad as you say!"
"Haha." Wei Meihua then remembered how the two marriages came about and smiled awkwardly.
In the main hall, it was also very lively.
After a round of greetings, Song Quanqing was happy and took out some loose wine to pour for his second son-in-law. "It's such a good day today. You wouldn't be a real man if you didn't drink some wine. Come on, and Changlei, both of you sons-in-law have a drink."
Sun Changlei took the bowl and drank the wine, while Jiang Baizhou waved his hand: "Uncle, I am weak and never drink alcohol. Thank you for your kindness. I will drink tea to you."
"How can that be possible!" If he didn't drink a little and get a little drunk, it would be impossible to accomplish anything. Song Quanqing had a stern face, thinking that it would be the same as before, and everyone would flatter him and say, "It's a good day, and my second son-in-law doesn't give me face!"
How could Song Demin allow his eldest son-in-law to be bullied? If he went back and let his wife know, she would definitely make a scene. He quickly said, "Brother, that's enough. Bai Zhou has to ride his bike to take Jiayu back to the county town this afternoon. What's the point of letting people drink?"
"It's my fault!" Song Quanqing sat down angrily.
Song Cheng, who was determined to get married, was still counting on Jiang Baizhou. He said something nice: "Don't be angry, brother-in-law. My dad is just like that. He wants to have a drink with the younger generation."
Jiang Baizhou nodded, his expression calm, indicating that he didn't care.
Song Chengjiu didn't want to push the issue and continued to ask, "I don't know what my second brother-in-law usually does at the factory?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
