Chapter 35: Teaching My Wife Behind the Scenes
Song Li heard the noise at the door and saw that it was the dead old man. She turned around, half of her body turned behind her, and sulked with her back to him.
"Tell me what you are angry about." Song's father took out a pipe from under the bed, rubbed it for a while and put it back.
Song Qi turned his head and glared, "Don't you know why I'm angry? Besides, you said that the old couple are rarely at home. They live the same life whether they are married or not. They have nothing better to do than take off their pants and fart."
Song's father didn't think so.
"Let's talk about the old lady first. They already have three children, and there's no telling when they'll have to have another. Your old body has to work a lot every day, and you have to help pick up the children. You can hardly eat a few mouthfuls of food every day. How many years can you hold on? Let's talk about the wages. The little wages they make are barely enough to feed the family. If we combine them, won't we make up for it? And after that, will you be left with nothing? No, you still say you hid the cakes and ate them secretly. Your grandma brought you some cakes, and you gave her a little today and a piece every day, but in the end, grandma was stingy. She's very shrewd, and you said you didn't want to help the family. Why? Don't you have any calculations in your mind?"
"You want to kick the boss out too?" Song Li was surprised: "What's the point?"
"Didn't you think I'd said so much?" Father Song squinted at the old woman who was not very smart.
Song Qi thought for a moment and whispered, "It's true that we are at a disadvantage, but we still have to rely on our son in the future."
"So you only have one son?" Song's father glanced at her.
Song Qi frowned: "My dear, he is so far away, I can't lend him any help."
"Have you borrowed ten dollars a month to help you? We can still do it now. The boss has an attitude, but what about the future? You're taking advantage of the boss now and hurting people. You think you're smart, but you're blocking your own way out. Think about it, which one is better, to hold on to one side now or to have a way to do both in the future?"
Song Yu: "What? You still want to go to me when you're young? I won't do that. I'll leave my hometown."
"If we don't have a family, the eldest brother's money is theirs in the eyes of the eldest brother's family. After the family is established, we can work more if we want, or less if we want to take it easy. Not to mention eight hours of work per person, even if it's six, the hundred yuan a year from the eldest brother is enough for us to eat and drink comfortably. Besides, the more this happens, the less likely the eldest brother's family will dare to break the rules. Otherwise, hmph."
After Song's father finished speaking, he said no more, tugged at his clothes and went to the main room.
"Third brother, why do you want to move out?" Song's father's eldest brother was a little puzzled. Logically speaking, among his brothers, the one who should least move out should be the third brother's family. There are few people in the family, no conflicts, and the conditions are also good.
"Brother, come and sit down. It's nothing. Jinglin just came back. He didn't stay at home for many days this year. In fact, it's no different from my father's home. It's the old family's home. I'm worried that he will be getting married soon. When he gets married, I'll ask the village to allocate a piece of land for him and let you take care of it." Song's father said with a smile.
"Brother, are you here? Come sit down and have a glass of water."
"That's what I thought. I thought something happened at home and I was very panicked." Seeing that the couple seemed to be in a good mood, Uncle Song was relieved.
The two chatted, and soon the village chief came over.
Tian Cuixiang listened to her father-in-law's words and suddenly remembered that her eldest son was already ten years old and would have to get married in three to five years.
I haven't thought about this before, it's my grandfather who has a long-term view.
After thinking about it, I decided that having the money in my own hands was better than anything else. Besides, my three children were not young anymore, so it wouldn't be too much trouble.
What matters now are things and money.
Everything in the house was listed at a glance, and Tian Cuixiang knew exactly how much money was worth. She kept calculating in her mind and listed them one by one in advance, for fear that something would be missing later.
The pots, pans, utensils, the chickens in the yard, the pigs out back, everything in the house and yard was clean.
Liu Qingqing stood aside and watched silently, it was quite interesting.
After all the money was split into three parts, it was money. Liu Li counted out the family's wealth - one hundred and thirteen yuan.
In addition to the money Song Jinglin sent back every month, there was also the wages that the brigade received last year.
The two brothers of the Song family have seventy-four children.
Song's father nodded secretly. He had told his wife not to hide anything before. Now everything is quiet.
Liu Qingqing didn't expect that she could still make money, and was really surprised.
Once everything is ready, it’s time to prepare the New Year gifts.
Song Jinglin: "Dad, don't ask me to give you five dollars a month like you said before."
Song Li's lips moved slightly.
"I'll pay it annually. Every year before the Chinese New Year, I'll give Mr. Lao a hundred yuan." Song Jinglin said and looked at the old couple.
Song Qi...
She couldn't finish what she wanted to say in one breath, and she almost lost face in front of so many people.
I was wondering what was going on. It wasn't as much as the ten dollars I gave him a month ago. But when I thought about it, one hundred dollars a year seemed about right.
Father Song smiled and said, "Okay, you're a kid, I'll do as you say."
Song Jingchun said quickly: "Dad, we must not forget the festival gifts. We will send you grain and meat at the end of the year."
"Well, as long as the intention is there, it's fine. I only care about my sincerity and not the amount of things." Father Song nodded and still smiled.
"Brother Song, your two children are well raised."
After the village chief wrote the agreement, the two Song brothers happily pressed their fingerprints on it.
The stage of cleaning up the pots and pans.
Song Jinglin asked Liu Qingqing a few questions in a low voice.
Turning around, he said, "Dad, I'll leave my share of the household items at home. After all, I won't be living here anymore, and Qingqing might have to move in with me soon. Just leave a place for the two of us in the house. We'll come back to see you during the holidays."
Song's father nodded repeatedly: "Yes, it's not the same thing for a couple to always be apart."
"Haha, Brother Song is so lucky. No family has ever met someone as willing to negotiate as you." The village chief smiled and stood up: "Okay, then I'll go home first."
Song Jinglin: "Uncle, uncle, don't leave in a hurry. It's almost noon. Come back after you finish your meal."
"Yes, yes, yes."
"No, no."
"Brother, please sit down too."
…
The house was bustling with activity.
Outside the house, Song Jinglin picked up an old rooster he had just caught and scratched its neck.
Liu Qingqing watched the fun with a smile on her face.
This chicken was just raised by Song Qi...
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