Everyone understood that the fact that the outcome was so quick showed that both the police station and the factory took the matter very seriously.
Moreover, leaving early is not uncommon, and this time it was investigated as well. This means that the factory is biased towards Song Yan.
“From now on, let’s not mess with them. We can’t afford to,” Song Cheng said.
Old Song nodded, "We can talk this out, but I'm worried that when your grandma comes back, we won't be able to keep an eye on her. That brat is completely unreasonable and always blames us for everything."
When all this happened at home, my third cousin, Song Jue, wasn't there. He was a little indignant, "She's just a little girl, what can she do to us?"
He Xiaofen was really afraid that her son would cause trouble, so she kept rambling on about what had happened in the past two days.
Song Jue angrily slammed down his chopsticks. "Why should my second and third uncles get to divide the house? The house should belong to our family."
"That brat Song Yan means what she says, don't mess with her. If you do, our house might be lost," He Xiaofen said. The thought of someone else living in the yard makes her uncomfortable.
Song Cheng's wife said quietly, "Grandpa is gone, and the eldest brother is like a father! My dad should be the one to call the shots in this family."
"That's right. No matter who you ask to judge these family matters, my dad is the boss. How dare a little girl from my second uncle's family speak up?" Song Jue said angrily.
Song Jun rarely came home for a meal, and the more he heard these words, the more uncomfortable he became. "Song Jue, I have a job now. I can earn money and I don't have to go to the countryside anymore. I don't rely on anything from home. What about you?"
Song Jue's face immediately turned a deep purplish-red. He then realized that if Song Lao Er and Song Lao San couldn't get their share of the house, then he wouldn't be eligible for one in the future either.
But Song Jun's words struck a nerve with He Xiaofen. "Song Jun, your father and I haven't even done anything yet, and you're already instigating your brother to divide the family property?"
"Mom, I didn't say I didn't want anything, and you're still not happy?" Song Jun said.
"Song Jun, what do you mean? Don't say that to my face." Song Jue was unhappy; he couldn't just give up everything.
"Song Jun, shut up!" Song Laoda scolded.
Song Jun really felt he couldn't stay in this family anymore. His eldest brother was doted on not only by their parents but also by their grandmother. The youngest son, being the third child, naturally received some affection from their mother. He was just an average person in this family.
So from the day he started working, he didn't want to hand over his salary home. His mother made him give her his entire first month's wages. He found this strange; his older brother not only had a wife and children, but could eat and drink at home. He couldn't even eat at home by himself. He refused to hand over his salary. His mother, of course, was very unhappy.
At that time, Song Jun asked her mother whether her salary should be given to her or to her grandmother.
My second uncle's family hands over all their wages. My parents only hand over one person's salary. If I were to hand over my salary, it would only go to my grandmother. It would never reach my mother. That's why my mother gave up on the idea of me handing over my salary.
Song Yan returned and secured an apartment for his second uncle, firmly dividing the family property. They even had to pay a large sum of money in compensation. At this point, his mother remembered his salary again.
This is because my second uncle separated from the family and became the last one!
He knew perfectly well what kind of life his second uncle was living. He didn't want to follow in his footsteps.
Song Jun never got a share of the good things at home; he never had the chance to take more than his share. Now, if you ask him to pay, Song Jun absolutely refuses. He used to come home infrequently, and now he comes home even less often.
Song Jun has been dating a girlfriend for quite some time. Last month, he tentatively asked his mother if he wanted to get married. His mother then asked how much the bride price should be. Song Jun had considered this and discussed it with his girlfriend; they decided to go with the flow. Nowadays, the bride price is usually between 50 and 80 yuan.
What did his mother say? With his salary, he must have saved enough for the wedding gift, right? His mother asked him how much money he had, and said that he wasn't in a hurry to get married yet, and that he should give the money to his family for use.
Song Jun felt a chill run down his spine! When his older brother was about his age, his mother was very anxious for him to find a partner and get married. But with him, his mother didn't care at all about the woman's background or what kind of person she was; she was only concerned about his salary.
Song Jun: "Without your second uncle's salary, life must be tough, right? Now you're trying to use my salary to make ends meet. I've figured it out, in the Song family, the second son is never well-liked."
"Mom, wasn't I born from you?" Song Junzhen felt really bad.
When he visited his second uncle's house, his second uncle and aunt would always ask him if he was well-fed and warmly dressed. For several years in a row, his second aunt would take apart and wash his cotton-padded clothes.
My own mother doesn't care about any of these things.
My second uncle and aunt were concerned about his girlfriend. They knew they were getting along well, so they even asked him to invite her over for dinner.
His girlfriend ate at his uncle and aunt's house, but never even stepped inside his own home.
"Are you even speaking human language? If you weren't born from me, who was?" He Xiaofen said angrily.
"So what if he's my own son? My second uncle is my grandmother's biological son, but is the life he lives like a human being? Yet he's lived that kind of life since he was a child. If it weren't for Song Yan's abilities, he would still be living that kind of life."
I'm not your second uncle, and don't expect me to be a slave to the eldest and third brothers. I couldn't live that kind of life even for a single day.
He Xiaofen picked up the broom handle and was about to hit Song Jun.
"Did I say something wrong? People my age are all getting married one after another. Shouldn't I be thinking about getting married and starting a family too? Have you ever cared about me? Have you ever asked me what kind of person my partner is? What does he look like? What kind of family does he come from?"
I live in the dormitory most of the year. Do you miss my cotton-padded clothes and shoes?
I can wash my own clothes, but can I make my own cotton-padded coat?
"My older brother is married now, so you made his cotton-padded coat, didn't you?"
Actually, Song Jun came back today still concerned about his mother. Although it's said that his mother didn't instigate it, but rather his uncle did it. But who was it for? Can't you all tell?
Song Jun's aunt was never one to be trifled with. His uncle, the director, was dismissed, fined, and had to pay back wages. It would be strange if she didn't cause a scene at their house. Even his own mother hadn't expected it!
Now that I think about it, is there any need to say anything? No.
He Xiaofen's hand couldn't go down.
“Since you look down on me, I’ll come back less often.” Song Jun put down his chopsticks. “It’s better if I don’t eat this meal, so I don’t take advantage of you.”
Song Jun is gone, and he will try his best not to come back to this house in the future.
He Xiaofen raised her hand, still holding the broom handle!
Song Jun wandered aimlessly. He looked down at the cloth shoes on his feet, shoes that his second aunt had made for him last year.
Last year, the eldest brother got new shoes, and the third brother got new shoes...
Song Jun unknowingly arrived at his second uncle's building...
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