Chapter 86 Belated maternal love is like an ill-fitting piece of clothing
Song Lao San didn't change his words, "My son knows."
Song Ci smiled faintly. His father had just changed his clothes in the house. His mother took a look at his pocket and saw that there were about six thousand taels of silver in it.
Dad didn’t give it all.
According to her, the people of the Song family didn't deserve a penny. Now she knew that it was not easy for her father to achieve this.
"However," Song Lao Er said, "Third Brother, isn't this a little too little? When you were doing business alone before, you could get a few hundred or a thousand taels each time, but now you're with Zhang Baiwan, how can it be only two thousand taels?"
Song Lao Er, who has always been meticulous and full of bad intentions, was indeed suspicious.
"Business has its ups and downs. Second brother, do you not believe me?"
Song Lao Er's smile disappeared and his face darkened. When had Song Lao San ever dared to speak to him like this before?
"We are all family, how could your second brother not believe you?" The eldest brother of the Song family laughed and said, "But third brother, the family has a lot of expenses now, you should also understand. The girls of our Song family are all as beautiful as flowers, and the boys have grown up. Why are we working so hard to climb up?
It’s also for these children.”
Song Lao San was silent for a moment, then nodded: "That's right, big brother."
Boss Song knew that these words touched the other party's heart. Boss Song didn't care about himself the most, but Song Ci and Song Lan.
As long as these two are in the Song family, no matter how unhappy Song Lao San is, he will not really ignore the Song family.
Song Rouxi paced anxiously in the room, waiting for news. "Why hasn't Dad come yet? Could it be that Third Uncle refuses to give me the money? Third Uncle is such a loser. He's been so stingy even when asked to give me some money. No wonder Grandma said that this is how Third Uncle's life will be."
Yun Xi: "Miss, please wait a little longer. The master will never let you down."
Come to think of it, from childhood to adulthood, whatever Song Rouxi liked or wanted, Boss Song always tried his best to satisfy his daughter.
Thinking about this, it won’t be surprising, right?
Song Rouxi waited for a long time, and Boss Song finally arrived.
After he entered the room, he placed several banknotes on the table. Song Rouxi couldn't wait to pick them up and count them. "Why, only seven thousand taels? This is too little..."
Boss Song rubbed his brows and said, "Go ask your mother for it later. I gave your mother a lot of the money that the third brother earned and what was left."
After hearing this, Song Rouxi smiled again.
But even if she didn't look for her mother, she could find a way to get the remaining silver.
"Dad, what's wrong with Third Uncle? He used to be very generous with his money and treated Song Ying and me better than Song Ci. Now, he's really becoming more and more unreasonable."
Song Rouxi thought of her birthday when she was ten years old.
I fell in love with a hairpin that Song Lao San bought for Song Ci. Song Lao San gave it to me without saying anything. Song Ci was so upset that she kept crying but she didn't show any remorse. Now she is even worse than before...
At that time, she really liked Uncle San for a while.
But she doesn't like her current Third Uncle.
"Speaking of this, I should also talk to your grandmother and ask her to be nicer to the third wife."
"How can this be possible!" Song Rouxi screamed, "It's us, the first and second branches, who hold up the Song family. What's the point of being nice to the third branch?"
Boss Song frowned, thinking that his daughter was good in every way, but her vision was too narrow.
If you want the horse to run, you also need to feed it grass.
Otherwise, over time, no matter how slow the other person is, he or she will feel uncomfortable. Besides, it's just superficial work and doesn't cost much money.
In the following period of time.
Song Laosan spent a few peaceful days at home.
Seeing that her husband's clothes were thin, Qiao Xianglan stayed up all night for several days, until her eyes became bloodshot, and quickly made a set of clothes with soft and fluffy new cotton.
He happily picked it up and tried it on Song Laosan.
"Try it on and see if it fits. I made it according to your previous size."
Seeing her red eyes, Song Laosan felt distressed and picked up the clothes and put them on neatly. He had been running around outside these days and had lost a lot of weight. His originally strong body had become much thinner, and the new clothes seemed a little empty when hanging on his body.
"Take it off and I'll change it for you."
Song Lao San grasped her hand and said gently, "I think this dress suits you. I won't go out this New Year. Stay home and eat your delicious dishes. I'll gain back that little bit of flesh soon."
When she heard that her husband was not leaving, Qiao Xianglan smiled gently.
"It's just a few stitches of needlework."
Song Ci, who was watching his parents being affectionate with each other, stood up and went back to his room. He couldn't bear to watch it, he really couldn't bear to watch it.
She had never seen such a loving couple other than her own parents.
As soon as she left, the maidservant of Old Lady Song came to the room of Old Third Song and his wife.
She put down a set of clothes and said, "This is the clothes that the old lady made by herself these few days. She asked me to bring it to the Third Master."
Qiao Xianglan's hand holding the needle paused in mid-air, her face filled with surprise. Song Lao San was even more stunned, pointing at his nose, "Is it for me? Made by my mother?"
A look of contempt flashed across the maid's face. She was so ignorant. The old lady made this for the eldest and second masters every year.
But the Third Master is really pitiful. Although they are both sons, the treatment they receive is so different.
"Yes, it's for the Third Master."
After the maid finished speaking, she stood where she was, ready to wait for Song Lao San to try.
Not to mention it, Song Laosan's eyes immediately became hot and his throat was choked, as if it was blocked by a ball of cotton soaked in water, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.
"Third Master, please try it on to see if it fits you."
When was the last time Old Lady Song made clothes for him? Old Third Song couldn't remember. He remembered that his mother would often make clothes for his older brothers, but when it was his turn, she would say that the family was struggling and that he would make do with what his brothers had left behind.
This saves.
At first, Song Laosan felt aggrieved and resisted, thinking that his mother was biased.
But after being severely beaten, he no longer complained.
He had grown up wearing old, ill-fitting clothes given away by his brothers, and he was used to such days. Suddenly, he said that his mother had made new clothes for him.
How could I not be moved?
As he said that, he walked over without hesitation and picked up the clothes carefully.
One hand through the sleeve, to the other hand...
Stuck.
Song Laosan tried several times but still couldn't put it on.
The shirt is too small at the shoulders. He has broad shoulders and this is not his size.
The maid's face froze for a moment. "This...this dress is not the right size. I will take it back and ask the old lady to alter it."
Song Laosan suddenly thought that his eldest and second brothers were shorter than him.
This should be their size, right?
The joy and excitement that surged in my heart just now receded like the tide, and what surged in my heart was an even greater chill.
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