Your medicinal wine is priceless!
If you don't want it anymore, give it to me!
"If you want to throw this, let me finish my drink first!"
Song Yan turned to look at the loud and boisterous Di Minxia.
Di Minxia hugged the thing in her arms tightly. "If you don't want it because it's been in his house, you can give it to me!"
This roast duck smells amazing!
This wild ginseng is 30 years old!
Song Yancai realized that Di Minxia was a natural at being a straight man!
Quan's second wife stared at the things Di Minxia was holding, her eyes filled with greed.
These days, who doesn't want to eat meat?
Wild ginseng should be quite valuable.
Song Yan strode out of the Quan family's house.
Quan Guangyuan and Quan Guangli both closed their eyes helplessly. It was all because of that idiot aunt's mess. There was simply no way to back down now!
The Quan family truly owed the Zeng family a debt of gratitude. Putting everything else aside, the resettlement allowance at the time consisted of two parts. One was for the family's basic needs—food, clothing, and daily necessities—enough for several years; the other was for their future property purchase. There were also antiques in Grandpa's room.
As their former employer, they did everything they could.
These were all given secretly.
His family is ostensibly poor, which is why they have been safe and sound for so many years.
The second sum of money was meant for his family to use to buy a house when the policies loosened.
This house was only bought recently.
They disagreed with Grandpa touching the gold bars, but he insisted on buying a house.
They all have jobs and have been allocated housing. Although the houses aren't big, they're big enough for them.
However, the grandfather and his three sons still lived in a low and cramped house.
They couldn't stop it, so they had to accept it.
Having received such a great favor, are you now turning your back on us?
They think selling the house to pay off the debt is acceptable, but what about Grandpa? If he knew he had to pay back the money because of a broken relationship, he would be heartbroken.
The old man was getting on in years and became very stubborn. He felt he was loyal to his master, so he accepted the reward money.
Don't try to tell him that society has changed; he won't listen, and it won't work.
Their fathers might be a little better off, but they'd still be incredibly pathetic.
It's truly too late to undo what's done!
...
Di Minxia rode her bicycle slowly home with Song Yan on the back.
Di Minxia: "That kind of person isn't worth getting angry at. You have two young men at home waiting for you to breastfeed them!"
Young man!
Song Yan: "Understood!"
Di Minxia: "But to be honest, don't smash things when you're angry. It's such a waste!"
Song Yan suddenly remembered what she had said. "I should tell you in advance, you actually drank the wine!"
Di Minxia hesitated for a moment. "Drinking it is better than smashing it!"
"If you really want one, I'll get you a bottle!" Song Yan said.
"Are the herbs you use to make medicinal wine very expensive? How much is a bottle worth?" Di Minxia's thinking was simple: if the herbs weren't precious, how could they have such good effects?
"I'll only give away my medicinal wine, I won't sell it!" Song Yan really meant it.
"Then I want it!"
I want to give to our ancestor. Although he's a bit slow, all the girls in my family can go to school and learn martial arts, so I still want him to live a few more years…
That's how people are; they all have emotional ties. Old Zeng and his three old buddies were like that.
Di Minxia chatted with Song Yan like this until they arrived home.
As soon as Song Yan entered, he saw that Lao Zeng had placed the rocking chair in the shadows by the door of the side room.
The rocking chair swayed slowly, and he tapped the armrests with his hand, gently keeping time. A soft, whirring sound came from the radio.
Yueyue was digging in the mud with a small shovel, her little bottom sticking out as she struggled. Hearing a sound, she turned around and saw her mother. She called out, "Mommy!" Beads of sweat glistened on her forehead. Then she turned back to the mud.
Bai Shuang squatted to the side like a spectator.
Auntie San and Wang Wenli each held a child and watched the commotion.
The two rascals were getting really anxious.
Life is so wonderful.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
