Tomorrow she will be allocated a house and will move to the new house.
For the first time in two lifetimes, Song Qingqing was overjoyed to own her own house.
Lying in bed, she tossed and turned, thinking about how she would decorate her house once she had one.
What kind of furniture should be placed inside?
She was so excited that she couldn't sleep all night.
She managed to doze off for a while as dawn broke, but soon after, Zhang Xiaoyan, who was coming to work, knocked on her iron gate, waking her from her dream.
After washing up and giving Zhang Xiaoyan some instructions, he handed her the money for the vegetables and asked her to help him receive and arrange the goods before riding his bicycle to Songjia Village.
Today, Songjia Village was unusually lively. Whether it was the elderly who were about to die or the toddlers who were learning to walk, they all gathered under the big hook tree in the village, laughing and playing.
Their faces beamed with anticipation for the future and longing for a new life.
They seem to have no aversion to moving away from their hometown and living far away from their native land.
Actually, before yesterday, some elderly people in Songjia Village were still somewhat dissatisfied with moving to the city.
But after last night, a vegetable garden in the village collapsed.
These elderly people have all come to terms with it.
We don't want to open it, but we can't; the village is in such a state that it's impossible to continue living there.
The only way to survive is to move.
They were also lucky to have encountered the Si family developing a coal mine.
As soon as the collapse was discovered, the authorities arranged for people to come over early in the morning so that the villagers could choose houses and move.
If it were any other developer, who knows how long it would take.
"Those who draw lots to choose their room number, please line up on the left."
For families with many members who haven't separated, they can pay 500 yuan to buy a set.
However, only residents of Songjia Village, and families of three or more, are eligible to purchase one unit. Song Guoqiang proactively repeated the procedures for today to the staff.
After he said this, many of the elderly people who had not listened to Song Guoqiang's advice and had decided to divide the family property were left speechless with bitterness.
A few days ago, Song Guoqiang kept urging the villagers to divide their families if necessary, and some people listened and did so.
Sure enough, they can get several houses right away.
However, there are still some villagers who refuse to listen to advice. Now, they are starting to raise money from all over the place to buy houses for their sons.
However, these people are a minority; most people are still living happily.
But this blissful situation did not include Wang Xiuhua and Song Weijia, who had just been kicked out.
They want houses, but they have to pay for them.
But they couldn't bear to part with it, so they started to cheat, trying to get a set from Song Ping'an.
But once Song Ping'an tasted the power of assertiveness, he completely turned over a new leaf and began to sing.
He completely stopped listening to a single word from Wang Xiuhua.
Even his son Song Weijia, whom he raised to adulthood, was no longer valued by him.
Now, all he wants to do is live for himself.
Wang Xiuhua, who no longer wanted to betray her family for food, and Song Weijia, who was lazy and gluttonous, were no longer willing to be treated like slaves.
Seeing that Song Ping'an wouldn't listen to her, Wang Xiuhua had no choice but to turn her attention to her eldest son.
But after searching for a long time, she couldn't find her eldest son.
Seeing this, Song Weimin's wife, Zhao Feifei, explained with a half-smile, "No need to look anymore. Weimin went to my parents' house to deliver some things. He won't be back today."
"You, my dear wife, you've only been gone a few days and you're already wary of me."
Let me tell you, no matter what, I am still your mother-in-law, and Weimin is your son.
"From now on, you must give me every single penny of my retirement money." Wang Xiuhua held her cane and jabbed it into the ground.
"Don't worry, it's the same amount as before, we won't shortchange you a single penny." Zhao Feifei dared not shortchange her. If she did, not only would the villagers talk about them, but Wang Xiuhua wouldn't let them off the hook either.
A little bit of retirement money can buy her peace of mind in the future, so she naturally won't skimp on it.
"Women of the people, it's your turn to smoke." Just then, Song Guoqiang shouted at the top of his lungs.
Zhao Feifei immediately ran to her two daughters and together they pulled out a string of numbers from a large box.
Upon opening it, I saw that it said "Building 1, 5th Floor, Room 501".
I heard that the Happiness Community has seven floors, and she lives on the fifth floor, which is neither too bad nor too good.
Zhao Feifei was quite satisfied with this floor.
Just as they were about to leave with their daughter, a dazzling bicycle stopped in front of them.
Turning around, I saw it was Song Qingqing.
What is she doing here?
Song Weiguo and Song Weijia both have no houses to be allocated. What does she want to do by coming here at this time?
"Song Qingqing, what are you doing here? Your father is a bastard and has no house to be allocated. You're not our cousin, nor are you from Songjia Village." Upon seeing Song Qingqing, Song Qingshui glared at her several times before turning her gaze to the bicycle beside her.
This bicycle is really beautiful, but it belongs to Song Qingqing, which she finds incredibly annoying. "Song Qingqing, let me tell you, even if you beg and plead, it won't do you any good."
Grandpa would absolutely, absolutely not, give you the house.
"You can only blame yourself for being a bastard."
Upon hearing this, Song Qingqing put down her bicycle and walked towards Song Qingshui, who, undeterred, retorted, "What? Am I wrong?"
"Your dad's a bastard, and you're his daughter, so naturally you're a little bastard." *Slap slap slap*
Before she could finish speaking, Song Qingqing slapped her several times, making her question the meaning of life.
"I'll tell you something today too: your mouth is for eating, not for eating shit." After saying that, Song Qingqing slapped her a few more times, making Song Qingshui scream wildly, "Song Qingqing, you little bastard, how dare you hit me! I'm going to kill you!"
As she spoke, she recklessly reached out to grab Song Qingqing's face, but before she could succeed, Song Qingqing kicked her away.
"Qingshui!" Zhao Feifei cried out as she rushed over to check on her daughter after seeing her daughter being kicked away.
Song Qingyi, who hadn't spoken until now, narrowed her eyes and stepped forward, saying, "Today is the day for allocating houses and getting numbers in Songjia Village. Qingqing, you're neither a member of Songjia Village nor do you have a house to allocate. I don't think you need to bother us here."
Song Qingyi was clearly more composed than Song Qingshui, who was quick to anger.
However, her words still revealed her dislike for Song Qingqing.
"You're meddling too much."
Whether I'm from Songjia Village or not, whether I have a house to be allocated, that's none of your business! He stepped forward, and their eyes met.
The timid expression in Song Qingqing's eyes was no longer the same as before, when she faced Song Qingyi.
All that's left is the scent of a wolf.
Song Qingqing has really changed; she's no longer afraid of her.
This is the conclusion Song Qingyi has reached, but so what?
The dough in her hands will always remain just the dough in her hands.
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