Zhang Daqin glared at her and spat out the melon seed shells. "If you, the mouse, hadn't wished the cat a happy new year, I would have hidden it long ago."
It's only about fifty yuan in total, there's nowhere to hide it.
Who doesn't know this woman is wealthy?
Don't even think about showing off with her.
Old Madam Liu shook her head. "Anyone who hides money will leave traces. Just look at the three mu of land in your house. If you really want to look for it, I can dig it out for you."
Zhang Daqin leaned over and whispered, "Where are you hiding? Tell me so I can learn from you."
"What the hell are you thinking about?" Old Mrs. Liu rolled her eyes and pushed the person away.
How could the hidden money that I have used to make a living be easily revealed?
"But you can actually store it in a bank, and then just take a thin piece of paper and sew it next to your skin every day."
Zhang Daqin carefully looked her up and down: "Are you hiding something?"
Old Mrs. Liu: ∯#@￥#%*……&.
She was dedicated to imparting knowledge, but this old man didn't even care about where she hid her money?
Zhang Daqin saw her drooping face and laughed so hard that she slapped her thigh: "Look at you, you're hiding, so be it. I can't get on top of you and rip you off."
Old Lady Liu was furious and said, "Get lost, it's not certain who will be the one to take the blame between us, and you are not even a master."
People are also mean-spirited. Two people who have fought a lot like to get together.
Now I am old and can no longer do it.
It's quite fun to get together and make fun of each other.
"If it really doesn't work out, you can find an old man to live with you, so you don't have to worry about your house being robbed."
Zhang Daqin sighed: "I'm content with just living with my old man in this life. I don't have any other thoughts. If you have any, find them yourself, don't blame me."
"Oh, I didn't realize you opened your mouth so wide, you're pretty traditional."
"Why, I belong to my old man in life and I shall be his ghost in death. I shall be buried in a pit when I kick my legs back."
I have to say that there is still a certain generation gap between the sisters.
Old Lady Liu curled her lips and said, "It's still his ghost. Forget it. He's your ghost now."
Zhang Daqin: ...
As soon as Liu Qingqing stepped into the room, she heard these two sentences.
It's kind of funny for some reason.
Song Qiyang looked up: "Mom, what is a ghost?"
…
This question is asked by 䗽.
But the mother couldn't open her mouth at this time.
Liu Qingqing greeted the two old ladies who had peeked out, "Auntie's here."
"Well, well, I'm free so I'll go chat with your mother for a while. Old Liu, your daughter is here. I'll leave first. We'll talk another day when we have time." Zhang Daqin patted his butt, his old face slightly red, and he didn't know if anyone had heard what he said at the end.
"Auntie, please sit for a while..."
"No more, no more." He said as he ran, moving very fast.
Song Qiyang's little head was full of doubts.
I haven't told him what a ghost is yet.
Liu Qingqing just brought the child here to stay for a while.
After Song Jinglin finished his visit, the three of them went back to their own home.
There is no place for them to live in the village.
When Old Lady Liu saw Song Yuyang, her eyes narrowed into slits: "Grandma's eldest grandson, do you still remember Grandma?"
Song Qiyang's little head turned around randomly, and it was unclear whether he was nodding or shaking his head.
It all depends on personal understanding.
It has been almost two years since I last visited my hometown.
Liu Qingqing felt that with her son's poor memory, he probably didn't remember it.
But Song Qiyang didn't reveal his true identity at all. He kept calling her "Grandma" affectionately, and rolled around in Old Lady Liu's arms to the head of the kang, and then rolled back and forth like a meat egg.
Old Lady Liu was very satisfied, thinking that her grandson, whom she had taken care of from beginning to end, was so considerate...
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