Chapter 171 Too chic
As soon as Song Jinglin left, the job of sending letters home every month fell to Liu Qingqing.
There's no other way. Even someone at Song Jinglin's level needs to have some reputation, and family harmony is also a potential assessment criterion.
No matter what, we can't let rumors of unfilial behavior spread in the village, right?
The money was given annually. Every time a remittance slip arrived, the whole village, young and old, men and women, would discuss it for three to five days.
No one in the village is not envious.
Then there is the matter of sending letters and being filial in terms of money, but do you care about the health of the elderly?
These trivial matters are the subject of gossip in the village.
Before Liu Qingqing came, Song Jinglin sent money every few months, and there was a back-and-forth exchange of money.
After Liu Qingqing came, she became Yueyueji.
When Song Jinglin wrote letters, he usually talked about his children and asked about the situation at home.
Now that this job has been taken over by Liu Qingqing, everything has become quotations and clichés.
I haven't read any other books in the past few years, and I read Quotations the most.
She has skills, and every word is deeply imprinted in her mind, so she can use it at any time.
With Old Lady Liu as her biological mother, the village knew that Song Jinglin was not at home, and letters were sent to Old Song's house every month.
Even though Liu Qingqing didn't come back, the filial piety of the Song family's second daughter-in-law spread throughout Taoshan Village.
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"Uncle, your children are so filial. They write letters to you every month." In Taoshan Village, the postman is almost familiar with the post.
Old Man Song smiled and exchanged a few pleasantries with the postman.
Watching the person leave.
Father Song held the letter delivered by the postman, a worried look on his face.
This thickness can be seen as something your son wrote.
My son only has one piece of paper.
My daughter-in-law is different. She can write up to the upper limit of an eight-cent postage stamp.
"well."
Youyou sighed, not knowing when her son would be able to come back.
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This side of Nishi City.
Liu Qingqing lived a very happy life.
Don't be too carefree when you're at home with your son.
You can get up whenever you want and not cook if you don’t want to.
You can store food in the space and eat it directly.
Song Xiangyang is really lucky to be able to enjoy such a high-end, grand and classy "magic show" at such a young age.
Liu Qingqing had already taught her son the "skills" of clapping and applauding.
Apart from visiting every now and then, the rest of the time, my parents basically take the children to play with rabbits, chase ducks, and pick catkins in the space.
But this beautiful time didn’t last long…
Liu Qingqing and her son lay on the windowsill, watching the rain getting heavier outside.
The rain lasted for four or five days, and the vegetable fields in the family compound were all destroyed.
It is estimated that the surrounding fields will be destroyed.
The autumn harvest is just around the corner, and after working hard for a whole year, we may end up with nothing.
Moreover, if it continues to rain like this, the depression will be filled up and the groundwater will be saturated, and the house may be flooded.
Two heads, one big and one small, leaned against each other.
Liu Qingqing sighed, "Oh."
Song Xiangyang also imitated and sighed.
"Puff" There was a bit of melancholy in my feeling at first, but it disappeared in an instant.
Song Xiangyang, this little kid, couldn't even say "Mom," and his first word was a sigh.
No, no, sighing will make your blessings go away.
Liu Qingqing picked up the child and entered the space.
After playing for a while, I let him forget the word he just learned, and then he began to repeat "Mom" over and over again without getting tired of it.
Unfortunately, little Song Xiangyang has no interest in learning these two words.
No matter whether she tempted him with food or praised him, it had no effect.
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