"No need, Qiuqiu and Chunchun are still at home. I have to go back after sitting for a while," the village chief declined.
"Just call Qiuqiu and Chunchun over to eat together. It's just a matter of having two more sets of chopsticks and bowls." Zhao Guihua didn't give him a chance to refuse and turned to go to the kitchen.
Seeing this, the village chief didn't say anything more and started talking to Zhou Laoda about building the house, "I've already found people to help. Are you planning to change jobs or pay them?"
Old Zhou chuckled and said, "I'll pay you wages. All five of my sons are studying in town. We don't have many laborers, and we often run between the village and town. We don't have time to exchange labor with others, so I'll hire people for 80 coins a day. We need to build six more rooms. Our sons are growing up year by year, and they need to have their own rooms."
"With such high wages, aren't you afraid that someone will dawdle and delay the project, extending the construction period?" the village chief joked.
"We'll be watching right here. Anyone who dares to slack off won't need to come tomorrow. We've calculated that the house has to be built in a month, otherwise, how can we afford to pay such high wages?"
Old Zhou wasn't worried about that at all. He had asked the village chief for help in finding someone to build the house because he trusted him and knew that the person he found would definitely be reliable and hardworking.
As night fell, the village chief got a little drunk. Old Zhou insisted on taking him home, but the village chief said no, he could walk by himself.
Old Zhou helped the man to the courtyard gate. "Are you sure you can walk by yourself? Don't fall on the way."
The village chief waved his hand, "Don't worry, he's still perfectly clear-headed, and Qiuqiu and Chunchun are with him, what could possibly happen?"
Outside the courtyard gate, Master Song, accompanied by Song Jiao and two servants, was there. One of the servants was carrying several items, which were apologies prepared for the Zhou family, while the other servant went to knock on the door.
Just as the servant raised his hand, the courtyard gate was opened from the inside, and then Zhou Laoda and the village chief met Song Yuanwai and the others. The group was silent for a moment, and finally Song Yuanwai broke the silence.
"Brother Zhou, I have brought my daughter here to apologize. Would you mind if we went inside to talk?"
You can't hit a smiling face, so Zhou Laoda hesitated for a moment before inviting the man into the house. At this point, the village chief couldn't leave immediately, so he followed the others inside.
When Zhao Guihua saw Master Song and Song Jiao enter, she kept a sour face and didn't say a word. She wanted to see what Master Song would say first. If he was arrogant, she would take a broom and throw him out. If they dared to bully her daughter, she would fight them to the death.
Zhou Laoda and the village chief also had subtle expressions. Master Song had brought two servants with him tonight, which looked like he was here to cause trouble.
Seeing that neither Zhou Laoda nor the village chief spoke, Master Song did not intend to linger any longer. He instructed his servant to put down two bolts of silk, two packets of pastries, and a packet of maltose, saying they were Xingxing's apology.
Seeing that Zhou Laoda and Zhao Guihua didn't even glance at the things on the table, it was clear that they didn't care about these so-called apologies. They had backbone, though. If it were anyone else, they would have stared wide-eyed at these apologies.
"Jiaojiao, why don't you apologize to the young lady of the Zhou family?" Master Song's voice was very stern. Song Jiao pouted and reluctantly walked up to Xingxing, huffing and puffing as she said a few perfunctory words of apology.
Xingxing glared at her. "Hmph, no sincerity."
“You…” Song Jiao’s face flushed with anger, and she wanted to retort, but was stopped by Master Song.
"Jiaojiao, have you forgotten what your father told you, and what you promised him?"
After scolding her, he looked helpless and said to Boss Zhou and the others, "This is my daughter, Song Jiao. She is nine years old this year. She is my wife and I's youngest daughter. The elders in the family spoil her and she has become very spoiled. There is no way to correct her in a short time. We can only teach her slowly in the future. Please forgive me for what happened today."
Since things had come to this point, and neither Zhou Laoda nor Zhao Guihua were the type to hold a grudge, they decided to let it go and consider the matter closed.
In the future, it's best to have less contact with people from the Song family.
“Master Song, please take these things back. We will not pursue this matter any further. We hope that Miss Song will not deliberately make things difficult for people in the future. Our daughter is the apple of our family’s eye. If anything happens to her, we will risk our lives to avenge her.” Zhao Guihua’s words were a bit harsh, but they were also her true feelings.
They don't care about apologies; they feel guilty accepting something that their daughter has suffered in exchange for.
Master Song had never been treated so disrespectfully before, and the woman had even threatened him. He was naturally displeased, but he didn't show it on his face. He could tolerate such a trivial matter.
"Don't worry, I will definitely discipline Jiaojiao properly when I get back, and this kind of thing will not happen again. Once the things are given away, there is no reason to take them back. I will take my leave now."
After saying this, Master Song turned and left the Zhou family with his men.
Old Master Zhou frowned. "What does this mean? Is it really just a simple apology from Master Song?"
He, a wealthy man, could have easily ignored them. The village chief had previously said that Master Song would personally come to apologize, and they all thought it was just polite talk. Unexpectedly, he actually came, bringing gifts as an apology.
"I thought he had something to discuss with you, but he didn't mention anything else besides the two girls. That's puzzling," the village chief said, equally bewildered.
At the entrance of the Song residence, Master Song hurriedly helped Song Jiao up, "Jiaojiao, are you hurt? Let your father see where you're injured?"
"My face, Jiaojiao's face is scratched, boohoo, it's all your fault, you insisted that I go and apologize to that person, now look what's happened, my face is all scraped up like that peasant girl, are you happy now?"
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