After all, Xiaoqi is the only daughter in the Song family for five generations.
If he, as an uncle, doesn't feel sorry for her, who else will feel sorry for her?
Song Wu's wife thought for a while and nodded in agreement:
"I originally wanted to tell you about this. Ding Lan looks so weak, but she never tells us about any difficulties at home. The sixth child didn't bring any money back this year. I was also worried that she and her daughter wouldn't be able to live well, so she didn't dare to tell us."
"As a family, we still need to help each other more."
"Don't worry about this. When it's daybreak, I'll send the remaining rice at home to Ding Lan and the others."
Song Wu's wife is a straightforward person. Once she promises something, she will put it into practice immediately.
Since you said you would send rice to Lao Liu's family, it's not just talk.
As a result, as soon as she opened the lid of the rice jar at home, she screamed.
Song Laowu rushed over after hearing the news, grabbed the broom behind the door, and rushed over with a roar:
"What's the matter? What's the matter? Is there a mouse? Where is it?"
Song Wu's wife grabbed him and said, "The boss is not a rat, you..."
She didn't want to explain anything, so she just let him see for himself:
"Look at that rice jar."
It didn't matter at first glance, the rice jar that was originally empty was now filled to the brim with white rice.
Even when the Song family was at its wealthiest, this rice jar had never been so full.
The couple looked at each other, shock evident in their eyes.
I don’t know how long it took, but Song Wu’s wife suddenly thought of something.
He immediately came to his senses as if enlightened: "Boss, in my opinion, we should ask mother about this matter first."
As soon as he finished speaking, the voice of Old Lady Song came from the yard, asking the whole family not to go out yet and to go to the hall instead.
The fifth brother and his wife immediately knew that the topic was most likely about rice.
After a while, the whole family gathered in the hall.
Everyone looked at each other, seeming a little strange, as if they wanted to say something but hesitated.
The fifth brother's wife felt that the rice issue was not something that her family would encounter.
The fourth son's wife was on her left. She couldn't help herself and just as she opened her mouth to ask something, the old lady simply lifted the curtain and walked in.
"mother."
Everyone shouted in unison.
Old Mrs. Song pressed her hand and motioned for everyone to sit down.
"Today, no one has to go out to work."
After a pause, she slowly said, "Maybe it's not just today, before the New Year, there's no need to go out."
Everyone looked at me and I looked at you.
"Mother, what do you mean?"
Duan Dinglan happened to come in holding the child, and Old Lady Song said:
"Ding Lan, come and tell your brothers and sisters-in-law."
"We always cook early in the morning and not late at night. I'm sure my sisters-in-law have noticed that the rice jars at home are all full."
Everyone raised their heads and focused their eyes on Duan Dinglan.
No, to be more precise, they should be gathering towards Song Rushuang.
Song Wu's wife swallowed hard and shifted her gaze from Song Rushuang to Duan Dinglan:
"Ding Lan, could this rice also be from Xiao Qi?"
Duan Dinglan and Old Lady Song exchanged a glance, then nodded solemnly, "Fifth Sister-in-law is right, it was indeed Xiaoqi who did it."
"Oh my God, is there too much rice in the sky?"
It’s no wonder that Old Man Song had such an idea, mainly because this matter is really too wonderful.
Whether it was the winter dates before or the rice now, they were all brought by a little kid.
If I tell this to others, I'm afraid no one will believe it at all.
But just like the winter dates last time, there seems to be no other excuse for this rice except Xiaoqi.
Nowadays, rice is more expensive than gold. Who can afford so many big jars of rice at home?
"It seems that this child's abilities are even greater than we expected. In addition, we cannot let the child down. We must mobilize the whole family and use this rice to ensure we have a good New Year."
This is important.
Everyone sat up straight for a moment, waiting for Old Lady Song to arrange these things.
As the backbone of the family, Mrs. Song naturally has to arrange these things.
Only when she speaks up will everyone avoid feeling resentful.
Song Lao Si looked around and didn't see his younger brother, so he asked:
"Sister-in-law, where's Lao Liu? Why don't you let him come and listen to such an important matter?"
Duan Dinglan was startled at first when Song Laoliu was suddenly mentioned, but then he couldn't help but let out a wry smile:
"He went out yesterday and hasn't come back yet."
"What? It's Chinese New Year, where did he go?"
Boss Song quickly said, "Old Six is thin-skinned. Maybe he just went out to get some money."
Old Mrs. Song had long been disappointed with her son.
Regarding this situation, she waved her hand with some annoyance and said in a deep voice:
"This matter has nothing to do with him in the first place. He doesn't even care about his own child, so what else can we say?"
Everyone looked a little unhappy.
Old Lady Song suddenly thought of something and began to remind everyone:
"Don't tell Lao Liu about the winter dates and the rice yet. Our Xiao Qi doesn't need his care either."
Since even she, as a mother, said so, naturally no one would object to Mrs. Song's instructions.
Apart from these things, the only real thing left is rice.
Old Mrs. Song was ready to fight: "Even if it's the landlord's family, they can't have so much rice. We can't just eat rice."
"Mom, didn't you say we should sell this rice?"
Old Mrs. Song shook her head. "No, that winter jujube made people jealous before, and they even falsely accused our family of stealing it. This time, if we use the rice to sell it for money, I'm afraid that ignorant people will come after us and bite us."
"We all listen to Mom. We'll do whatever you say."
Since she has gathered everyone together, she must have already thought of a solution.
Therefore, Mrs. Song was not vague and said directly: "We don't have to sell it, but we can take the rice out to barter for other things, such as noodles, meat, and New Year's goods."
After she mentioned this, the Song family immediately reacted.
"Mom is right. We can take less rice out to exchange. My eldest brother can exchange a little in the village, and we sisters-in-law can go back to our parents' home to exchange. Be careful and tell our family members not to spread rumors. Just by doing this, we can exchange a lot of New Year's goods."
Old Lady Song nodded in agreement. "That's just what Old Fifth's wife said. We can change a little less each time, but it will only make you run a few more times."
"Mom, your words are too formal."
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