These words ignited the fighting spirit of the daughters-in-law in the family.
Winter is the slack season for farming, so we simply plant some radishes and cabbages on the land at home, and we have plenty of time.
Previously, people were worried that making too many dried and candied dates would be wasted, but now that they heard they could be sold for money, they are all eager to try.
More than 30 kilograms were made in two days.
Song Laosi and Song Laowu also decided to go buy dates.
The six brothers set out again in the dark in the early morning pushing a three-wheeled vehicle.
Old Mrs. Song watched them go with satisfaction, her heart full of hope for her future life.
As long as everyone works harder, it should be no problem to collect the fine by selling dates. The difference may be only one or two hundred at most.
To be on the safe side, she planned to call her sixth son and ask him how much money he could bring back for the New Year, and by the way, let her sixth son hear Xiaoqi's voice.
So that afternoon, Old Mrs. Song took her daughter-in-law and granddaughter to the village committee and called the unit where her sixth son worked.
No one is here.
After waiting for almost two hours, Song Rushuang had already fallen asleep before her father called.
Originally, she wanted to hear her biological father's voice. After all, she had been an orphan for sixteen years, and she really wanted her father to call her daughter.
But the call only lasted two minutes before the person on the other end suddenly hung up.
Old Lady Song was stunned for a moment when she heard the beeping sound of the phone being hung up. Then she composed herself, turned to meet the puzzled gaze of her sixth daughter-in-law, and said with a smile:
"Old Six is too busy. Let's call him another day."
After returning home, Old Mrs. Song paced alone in the yard with a gloomy face.
She heard a strange woman's voice on the phone.
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