Songjiazhuang and the geological team’s base are both within the jurisdiction of Donglin City.
The drive between the two places takes about five or six hours.
Songjiazhuang.
There are only two bloodlines left in the Song family from their ancestors - the eldest master Song and the second master Song, who are cousins.
The branch of Master Song stayed in Songjiazhuang and gave birth to two sons and a daughter.
After the eldest brother Song Daqiang married Tang Jifang, they gave birth to the eldest daughter Song Chunhua, the second daughter Song Dongcao and the youngest son Song Xiaobao.
The second son, Song Daguo, was scalded by boiling water in his early years, leaving large scars on his body and he has never been able to get married.
Over time, his personality became somewhat eccentric and weird. He never left the house all day and no one knew what he was doing at home.
The third daughter, Song Xiumei, married into a neighboring village and became a widow within a few years. The villagers disliked her for being unlucky in marriage, so she failed to remarry and returned to her parents' home, where she has lived ever since.
Fortunately, Song Xiumei was not someone who just sat there and did nothing to work. She used her connections to get a job as a scorekeeper in the village branch.
The work is leisurely and I earn a lot of cents a year.
By this calculation, the entire Song family's labor force consists only of Song Daqiang's family and Song Xiumei.
Therefore, Song Daqiang is not often at home. In addition to his work of counting centimeters in the village, he also goes to nearby districts and counties to find ways to make money.
At this moment, Tang Jifang was sitting under the shade of a tree in the courtyard, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan and chatting leisurely with others.
Aunt Zhang, the neighbor, looked envious and said, "Afang, you are so lucky. You are going to the capital to enjoy life soon! Unlike us, we don't know if we can go to the capital once in our lifetime."
Another Ma Ma agreed, "Yes, yes. I heard that my in-laws are high-ranking officials in the capital. I wouldn't even dare to dream of that."
Some people were also curious: "I wonder what the homes of these high-ranking officials are like? Do they have refrigerators, TVs, and washing machines for free use, and do they have nannies to serve them? Are they followed by soldiers with guns when they go out?"
Listening to everyone's words of envy or curiosity, Tang Jifang waved her fan in a steady rhythm, and the cool breeze on her face made her feel very happy.
After enjoying a round of compliments, she half kept it a secret and half said modestly: "Well, being a daughter-in-law in that kind of family is not that easy. There are a lot of rules, but you don't have to worry about food and clothing..."
Having enough food and clothing is the biggest pursuit for most people in this era.
Isn’t this called enjoying life?
Humph, it’s just that I was luckier than others when I was reincarnated, and I got to meet a distant aunt who married into a wealthy family.
Otherwise, with Song Chunhua's appearance, she would be picked even if she found a partner in Songjia Village!
Of course, everyone just muttered these thoughts in their hearts, and still had a smiling look on their faces.
Ever since Song Chunhua married and moved to the capital, Tang Jifang's status in the family has risen sharply.
She neither cooks nor works, and every day she looks forward to her daughter taking her to the capital to enjoy a good life.
Especially a few days ago, I received a call from Song Chunhua, saying that she wanted to take her husband and children back to her hometown.
Tang Jifang was even more arrogant.
The son-in-law will not come empty-handed when he visits her for the first time. He must bring her some good things.
And this time her daughter is coming back, she must seize the opportunity and go to the capital with her.
Tang Jifang was enjoying the cool breeze and chatting, while in the Song family kitchen, Song Dongcao was busy making lunch.
In the past, with her mother and elder sister busy, she only did some easy work like cutting grass for pigs and picking fruits.
But now, all the work of the family falls on her.
Why?
She also wanted to follow her sister to the capital, even if it meant being a nanny in the Liu family.
I heard that the Liu family’s nanny earns thirty yuan a month!
When she has money, she will buy beautiful dresses and various snacks, and enjoy different things every day.
Just as I was imagining how I would spend thirty yuan, a little head suddenly popped in from the kitchen.
Song Xiaobao, holding a dogtail grass in his mouth, said bluntly:
"Sister, when will the meal be ready? My uncle and I are starving!"
Song Dongcao's fantasy was interrupted, and he turned his head and said:
"Why are you rushing me? You're driving me crazy! If you have the ability, do it yourself! You coward, all you do is eat, eat, eat..."
Song Xiaobao was six years old and a little smart boy. Of course he understood that his sister was not scolding him, but his second uncle.
"Why are you venting your anger on me? Be careful! If grandma finds out you called your second uncle a loser, I'll beat you up!"
Song Dongcao danced with the spatula in his hand, making a clanging sound:
"What's wrong with calling him a loser? He's a grown man who does nothing but lie around at home all day, relying on us to take care of him. What a loser!"
"Second uncle is not useless! He can read and make wooden spears. He is much better than my father!"
Song Xiaobao stuck out his tongue, fought back, and then ran away.
He continued to go back to the east room and play the anti-Japanese game with his second uncle.
By the way, he also imitated Song Dongcao's swear words vividly.
Hearing this, Song Daguo clenched his hand holding the wooden spear tightly, and a cold light flashed in his narrow eyes.
Song Xiaobao shook his arm: "Second Uncle, let's continue playing. I'll tell grandma to deal with her later!"
Song Chunhua returned to the village just in time for lunch.
There were three dishes on the table.
Boiled radish, stir-fried vegetables and a plate of pickled beans.
The staple food is a rough flour steamed bun per person.
Mr. and Mrs. Song went to the neighboring village with their youngest daughter Song Xiumei for a banquet.
Song Daqiang was not at home either.
Besides Tang Jifang's family, the only people having dinner at home were Uncle Song.
As soon as they sat down, they heard a baby crying at the door, followed by a familiar voice: "Mom! Second sister!"
It’s Song Chunhua’s voice!
Tang Jifang and Song Dongcao immediately dropped their chopsticks and rushed to the door.
But I didn’t see the brother-in-law I imagined.
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