"Yes! There must be someone in the family who takes charge. When my parents get old, the family will be handed over to you..."
Old Man Qiao looked at Qiao Bo earnestly, "As the saying goes, the eldest sister-in-law is like a hen. Song Ning is our eldest daughter-in-law!"
"This home of ours should be given to her!"
It was difficult for Old Man Qiao. In order to convince Qiao Bo, he even used the term "eldest daughter-in-law".
"puff…"
Song Ning really couldn't bear it anymore and almost choked on her own saliva.
Should she thank Old Man Qiao for his appreciation of her?
"hehe…"
Old Man Qiao looked at Song Ning and smiled awkwardly, "Dad and Mom, this is... there's nothing we can do!"
"Not only your mother, I've lived most of my life and haven't been to the town many times..."
"You let me do the work, but you want me to sell this nugget of gold? I don't have the money!"
"Song Ning, Dad knows you're a capable person! To be honest, if Qiao Bo can marry you, it will be a great honor for our Qiao family..."
"What happened before... your mother and I were wrong! We sincerely apologize to you..."
As Old Man Qiao said this, he pulled Zhang Lan's sleeve and bowed to Song Ning.
There was no way Song Ning could make him really bow!
He quickly reached out to hold them back, "What happened before is all in the past, I don't take it to heart..."
"You don't have to do this!"
"You little kid! Dad knows you're a little kid!"
Old Man Qiao said with emotion, "My parents are confused too. It's all because of poverty..."
"Your mother is a tough-looking person with a kind heart. If she really had the heart to do that, there are plenty of ways to snatch your property from you, but she chose the dumbest way..."
"Don't blame your mother... Just forgive her for making you new shoes on the day you got married!"
Old Man Qiao pointed at the shoes on Song Ning's feet and said, "Your mother must have said that these shoes were made for Qiao Ran!"
“Old man…”
When Zhang Lan heard Old Man Qiao mention what happened two days ago, she looked a little embarrassed.
"If you do it, you must let the children know!"
Old Man Qiao patted Zhang Lan's arm soothingly, "These shoes are not made for Qiao Ran, they are clearly made for you!"
"Do you remember when you twisted your ankle while wearing leather shoes on your wedding day?"
Song Ning nodded. She did have some impression of what Old Man Qiao said.
The land in the village was not well maintained, and Song Ning wore a pair of half-finished leather shoes on her wedding day.
I had only taken a few steps in the yard when I twisted my ankle and it was swollen for a few days.
"Your mother saw it and remembered it in her heart. The next day she started to make batter and paste to mend the soles of your shoes..."
Old Man Qiao continued, "She waited until you fell asleep and then secretly measured your size with a ruler!"
"She was worried that you wouldn't be comfortable wearing them, so she waited until you fell asleep for several nights and then secretly took the uppers of the shoes and tested them on your feet..."
Song Ning looked at Zhang Lan in surprise. No wonder she felt that this pair of shoes was the most comfortable to wear. It turned out that Zhang Lan made them specially for her.
"What do these people have to say..."
Zhang Lan didn't dare to look into Song Ning's eyes. She lowered her head and kept pulling at the old man's sleeves.
"hehe…"
Old Man Qiao smiled and said, "There's really nothing to say..."
"This guy is always confused sometimes. His brain is clouded by lard, and his actions have lost their sense of proportion."
"Song Ning, Dad is telling you all this just to tell you that your mother doesn't have any bad intentions. If she does something wrong sometimes, just point it out!"
"From now on, you will be the one making the decisions in this family!"
"I can't make the decision!"
Song Ning frowned and pouted, "I cook and burn the house, I wash pots and break dishes..."
"Aren't you making things difficult for me?!"
"Ah, this..."
Old man Qiao was dumbfounded. The atmosphere was so set, a normal person would have been moved!
If we can't just hug each other and cry our hearts out, we should at least talk to each other about our true feelings, right?
Isn’t that how it’s performed in plays?
Why can't I connect with Song Ning?
Why doesn't Song Ning play by the rules?
Phew…
Zhang Lan couldn't help laughing and tapped Song Ning's forehead, "You!"
"I asked you to cook and wash the dishes. Don't say Qiao Bo is reluctant to do it, I am reluctant to do it either!"
"You are the lucky star of our family!"
"How can Fuxing do this kind of work?!"
"Don't worry about it from now on. Let Qiao Bo do all the work at home!"
Zhang Lan was very touched by Song Ning's reaction. She couldn't stand the idea of crying and holding her head in her arms!
Originally, Song Ning was not a child raised by her. How much affection could he have for her if she said that Song Ning was difficult to listen to?
What's more, she had slandered Song Ning before.
It's good enough that Song Ning doesn't hold a grudge against her in her heart. It's great that they can forget about the grudge with just a smile!
No one needs to be embarrassed!
"I am your biological son, right?"
Qiao Bo looked at Zhang Lan jokingly, "Why do I feel like... I'm the son-in-law of this family?"
"son in law?"
Zhang Lan gave Qiao Bo a look of disdain and said, "If you were a son-in-law, you wouldn't be qualified!"
"Look at Jianguo. Didn't he come to help during the busy farming season? How many times have you been here?"
"Can I count on you?!"
She is definitely a mother if she dislikes her own son like this!
Qiao Bo closed his mouth in frustration.
"Ha ha…"
Old Man Qiao and Zhang Lan smiled knowingly, and everything was said without words.
No matter what you say, Zhang Lan was right when she said it before, these outstanding sons were born for the country!
Let’s see how many days Qiao Bo can stay at home throughout the year?
"Song Ning...Song Ning..."
Just as Zhang Lan was busy putting aside their grudges with Song Ning, a shrill scream suddenly broke out in the Qiao family courtyard.
Zhang Lan shuddered and dropped the dog-head gold in her hand into her arms.
Old man Qiao also quickly stepped forward and stood in front of Zhang Lan.
"Old woman, hurry up..."
Zhang Lan understood what he meant and rushed into the house and hid the gold nugget.
Song Ning was stunned by the actions of the old couple.
It’s true...you can’t judge a book by its cover!
What a skillful move!
"Song Ning...come with me!"
Liu Meijuan rushed to Song Ning quickly, grabbed Song Ning's arm and was about to run out.
Qiao Bo frowned and wanted to step forward to ask the reason, but Zhang Lan rushed out of the house in two or three steps and stood in front of Song Ning.
"What's going on?"
When Zhang Lan saw Liu Meijuan's appearance at this moment, she was shocked.
Liu Meijuan looked disheveled, her hair soaked with sweat, strands sticking to her face.
His body was also covered with loess and wheat awns, as if he had rolled around in a wheat field.
Liu Meijuan won't go out until she has taken care of herself. Did the sun rise from the west today?
As soon as Zhang Lan finished speaking, Qiao Yuan and Qiao Bao, one riding a bicycle and the other running, followed into the Qiao family.
"Oh...what happened?"
It’s no wonder that Zhang Lan was confused. Qiao Yuan and Qiao Bao’s expressions were more solemn than each other.
Zhang Lan thought someone in their family was sick!
"Master..."
Liu Meijuan took a deep breath, "Master... he's out..."
"Her master is the old tailor I mentioned yesterday..."
Qiao Yuan began to explain.
Qiao Yuan's face was solemn. He had a rough appearance to begin with, and when he made this expression, he looked extremely ferocious.
Zhang Lan was frightened by him, her heart was pounding, and she subconsciously took a few steps back.
"What happened?"
As soon as she asked the question, Zhang Lan regretted it.
Seeing Liu Meijuan crying like this, what else can happen?!
It's just that the old tailor is gone...
Sure enough, the next moment, Qiao Yuan confirmed what Zhang Lan was thinking.
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