Li Guizhi held the money and counted it several times. She was so exhausted from counting the ten big unity notes that she became happier and happier.
"You're right. Family members should help each other. My younger sister remembers all the kindness we've shown her. I was really blinded by greed when I said we wanted to split up the family the other day."
Li Guizhi corrected her mistakes as soon as she realized them, and now Song Li's position in her heart is higher than Song Chengcai's.
But Song Chengcai was not jealous at all. He was happier than anything else because his family was in harmony.
He crawled into bed and hugged his wife tightly, whispering in her ear, "Wife, are we going to give Xiaohuasheng a brother or sister?"
"Not serious..." Li Guizhi pinched him in the dark, but when she touched the man's hot body, her face turned red and she shrank into his arms, "Then be quiet."
The second room was full of spring, and in the master bedroom Zhang Xiu was talking about money with Song Lao Er.
"It's time for the third child to find a partner for the New Year. We didn't have the conditions before, but now we have money, so we can't delay getting married any longer."
The third son of their family was good in every way, except that his family was poor and couldn't afford the bride price, so he didn't get married until he was twenty-four or twenty-five.
Song Lao Er nodded, "I am looking for it, but you are spending all the money on the third brother, not leaving some for the eldest brother and the others?"
You should know that among his three sons, Zhang Xiu loves his eldest son the most, but now that he has money, he doesn't want to leave it to him.
Zhang Xiu snorted, "Do you really think I'm biased? The boss has a salary and eats from the government rations. I leave some for him to eat, so how can I give him more money? Besides, this is all earned by you, Chengcai, and Chenglin. He hasn't given a penny to the family, and yet you want benefits? How can it be so easy!"
"Yes, yes, it's okay as long as you know it in your heart. The second brother and his wife treat us wholeheartedly. Don't let them feel disappointed." Although Song Lao Er is a man of few words, he has a clear mind and is the backbone of the Song family.
"I know Xiaohua will go to school next year, and the money is paid by the government. Guizhi can't have any objections, right?"
"Definitely not. You are the most fair."
"Smooth talk!"
Zhang Xiu was so coaxed by his wife that he smiled happily. When he thought of the three hundred yuan under his pillow, the dream became sweet.
Since Laba Festival, the two children have been looking forward to He Linyuan's return.
Qingqing would put on new clothes and little red boots every day, wear them on the kang when she was satisfied, and then take them off, and then ask Song Li how long it would take until the New Year.
She can wear new clothes during the Chinese New Year!
"There are still ten days left. Once you finish counting them on your hands, it will be Chinese New Year."
Song Li was frying fish in the kitchen. Song Chengcai and Song Chenglin went to the ditch and caught a basin of whitebait and brought it to her.
The white strips are less than the length of a palm, and they are most delicious when fried, and even the thorns are crispy.
The little girl counted on her fingers after hearing what her mother said, and said with a bitter face, "It's still a long time."
He Mingze sat on a small stool and lit a fire for his mother. He pursed his lips and showed no expectation of his sister at all.
After the Chinese New Year, they will go to join the army with their father, and their parents will divorce. They will never be able to snuggle up to their mother like they do now, eat the fish fried by her, and hear her call them baby.
Thinking of this, He Mingze's eyes turned red. He didn't want his parents to separate. Grandma said that his father was angry with his mother, but his mother had become a better person, so his father's anger should also subside.
He Mingze clenched his fists and waited for his father to come back. He would definitely beg his father for mercy. If his father still didn't forgive his mother, then he...then he would not want his father anymore!
On the train, He Linyuan couldn't help but sneeze. Wei Guo next to him said with a playful smile, "Is your sister-in-law missing you?"
His home is in Liaoning Province, and he happened to be coming back on the same bus as He Linyuan.
The two had a good relationship, and Weiguo was not afraid of getting beaten when he made fun of him.
He Linyuan glanced at him coldly and said, "Don't talk nonsense."
He just turned his head and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
He has been away from home for so long, Song Li must miss him.
On the 29th day of the lunar year, Song Chengye returned with his wife and children.
In previous years, they always came back on New Year’s Eve, but this year they came back a day earlier.
The Song family made a lot of money this year and was willing to spend money on New Year's goods. The whole family worked together to fry fish and meatballs, steam buns, and stew large bones, filling the kitchen.
On the way to Daxingtun, Ding Lanxiang was holding her seven-year-old son Song Zhichao with a drooping face, and almost fell several times because of the slippery snow.
"I told you to go to my mother's house for the New Year, but you insisted on coming back. There's not even a bus in this shabby place. It's always a hassle."
She had a big shiny black braid and wore a tweed coat and black leather shoes. She looked fashionable, but she was also very cold.
Dante Lanxiang always dressed up well every time she came back, so as to appear superior in front of the Song family.
Song Chengye was carrying a lot of bags, pursed his lips and said nothing.
Ding Lanxiang's father is the director of a food factory. He can work in the food factory because of his wife, which also makes him unable to raise his head in front of his wife.
Not only is his salary not enough to support his parents, but he can't even say anything when his wife complains.
"It's still a mile away. We're almost there. How about I carry Zhichao?"
"Humph! Come and hold me, do you still have hands?"
Ding Lanxiang sneered, "My dad treated you so well, but you haven't shown any filial piety. What have your rural parents ever done for you? You might even need our help this time when you go back. Your third brother hasn't married yet, right? If your parents ask us to pay, don't agree."
This is also the reason why Ding Lanxiang is reluctant to return to her husband's family. Her relatives are all workers in the city, and they usually look down on people from the countryside. As a result, Ding Lanxiang has opinions about her parents-in-law.
If Song Chengye hadn't been so handsome and had such potential, she wouldn't have married him.
But Song Chengye had been just an ordinary worker for so many years, so Ding Lanxiang looked down on him and didn't give him any face when she beat and scolded him.
Song Zhichao, who was standing by, heard his mother's words and echoed, "Dad, all the money in our family is mine. You can't give it to Uncle San. Otherwise, I will complain to Grandpa and make you lose your job!"
Song Chengye clenched his fists, his face flushed red, and he stared at Ding Lanxiang, "Did you teach him this?"
He became a worker in the food factory thanks to his father-in-law's relationship. However, he worked hard for so many years, but he never gave his monthly salary to his family for fear of angering Ding Lanxiang. However, he gave a lot to his father-in-law and mother-in-law. Now even his son looks down on him.
Song Chengye's chest was filled with rage, and he was extremely angry.
Ding Lanxiang's eyes flickered slightly. "Do I need to be taught this? Your job was originally given to you by my father!"
As she spoke, she regained her confidence.
"Anyway, if you dare to give me money, I'll tell my dad and let him teach you a lesson."
"Okay! Go ahead and tell me, I've been humble and subservient to my parents-in-law for so many years, no matter who they are. I've done everything I can. If you really lose your job, I'll take responsibility. It's just right for me to go home and farm and be filial to my parents!"
Song Chengye had really had enough. He could tolerate his wife beating and scolding him, and he could be filial to his parents-in-law, but he could not tolerate his wife insulting his family, including Zhichao. She had corrupted a good child.
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