Song Tan Jishi

   This is an old rule in the village. If there are children and grandchildren in the family, they will always find time to go to the grave before Qingming.

   But it will be dispensable for the grandchildren, they are accompanying grandpa Song Youde.

  The grave of Lao Song's family is on the barren hill that the uncle allocated.

   It's a little far away, you have to go around the back mountain and walk forward for another ten or twenty minutes.

  No way, that piece was divided when it was first divided.

   Although it is a bit far away, Uncle Song, as the eldest son, has a total of 50 mu of mountains and fields, which is far better than that of Song Tan's family.

   Now it is still a wasteland of tea mountains, no one cares about it.

  But Song Sancheng is also satisfied—the old rule is to give more family money to the boss, so he can have any opinions, and it is convenient that his house is close!

  He said with a little regret: "You said it would be nice to come back early, we can go to the field tomorrow to cut some purple vetch and ask your uncle and aunt to take them away."

   They are digging the ground now, and they will definitely be buried in the soil tomorrow.

  Song Tan smiled, thinking what a coincidence!

  She didn't say much, and only asked:

   "Dad, you can't send tea and honey, we still owe money."

  As soon as Song Sancheng said this, the pressure came up first.

   "That can't be done, it's so expensive, I'm not willing to drink it."

  Song Tan added another sentence: "Then don't drink our good tea from this year, otherwise, if the uncle says it's good to drink, do you mean the price or not?"

   I said it, but people didn't believe it at first. Secondly, I am afraid of revealing my wealth.

   Don’t talk about it, you are hesitating, you are reluctant to part with your own tea, it’s shameful to say it!

  Honey is the same.

  Song Sancheng is honest, not stupid, and now he looks confused: "I really don't want to drink it? I'm still thinking about it..."

  What can he think about? The old man has a good face and wants to show off!

   Now that I figured it out, I could only sigh again: "Why did I come back just because Zi Yunying was gone! I came back at the end of March last year!"

  Can why?

  Aunt Mao Li and daughter-in-law Sun Yanyan are angry!

  Ever since her aunt and Song Tan broke up in the vegetable market last time, she thought more and more and held her breath, so she told Sun Yanyan about the twenty yuan a catty of Zi Yunying.

  Sun Yanyan didn't believe it at first.

  But at night Song Ziyi cried and made noises in the room. After she wanted to eat the food delivered by brother Qiao Qiao, she still thought about it:

   "Mom, I see my uncle's dishes this year, maybe it's really at this price!"

   "Think about it, what dish can have such a good taste? How many people are willing to eat it now!"

   But if it costs 20 yuan a catty, and the zi vetch grows in the fields, it doesn’t cost any money, so it’s not worth it?

  The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law made an appointment and went to the vegetable market early in the morning to wait. It was almost noon before they saw the broken pickup truck parked on the side of the road.

  In less than half an hour, the dishes were all gone, and many people bought them back like money is not money.

  The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law stood there and counted, and in just half an hour, they sold one or two hundred catties!

   In just a short while, two or three thousand came in hand. Making money is like mowing grass. Why is it so simple!

   Neither mother-in-law nor daughter-in-law spoke.

  When I got home, I muttered: "No wonder Tantan was so stubborn last time. It turns out that the family got rich."

   "...Sneaky waist is hardened, kindly treat it as a donkey's liver and lungs..."

   Uncle Song couldn’t believe it even after hearing them muttering about the grand occasion of the vegetable market:

   "It's really twenty yuan a catty? I thought Qiao Qiao said something stupid last time."

   "That's not true," Sun Yanyan sat on the side eating melon seeds:

"Dad, you're just being too honest with your family. Look at my uncle, he can make money from the wild vegetables in this field so unscrupulously. It's very generous to send a three to five catties to our house. Let's appreciate it." Woolen cloth."

   "What nonsense!" Uncle Song didn't want to talk to his daughter-in-law, so he asked Mao Li: "Did you really see it, is that the price?"

  The eldest aunt rolled her eyes: "How many times have I said it, can I read it wrong? I went to buy it, but I didn't realize it was this price. The money given was less, and she even laughed at me."

   "Really, with the little money they earn in the countryside, they still hide it when they say it, in case we are greedy, or what? Who doesn't have land?"

  Uncle Song sat there, his expression was not good.

   Therefore, when Song Hongmei, the aunt at the end of the month, called to ask when she would return to her hometown, the couple shied away:

   "The store is a bit busy during this time, maybe in two days..."

   One delay and two delays, seeing that Qingming is almost over, this can't be delayed until after Qingming!

   It was only then that the date was hurriedly set.

  Auntie Song Hongmei didn’t leave the stall this morning, she felt distressed for something, looked left and right at home, and finally reluctantly picked up the pot of oil and cut the meat with a knife.

  The couple took the bus to the door of Uncle Song.

  No other meaning, just take a car and go back together.

   I happened to see their family scrambling to move things to the car.

  Son Song Xuehai is responsible for picking up the children and going to work today. Uncle Song drove Mao Li, Sun Yanyan and Song Hongmei back home.

  When Song Hongmei came, she saw Sun Yanyan and Mao Li put a large plastic box like the one used to hold fruit in the wholesale market on the back seat of the car, and took a few plastic bags.

  She was puzzled, but she didn't ask any questions, and just said to Uncle Song:

   "Brother, what are you going to buy when you go back? I brought a pot of oil and a piece of meat for our parents. Remember not to buy duplicates."

  Sun Yanyan called aunt sweetly, then looked at the things in her hand, and praised in a burst of praise: "Oh, my aunt is really caring, look at this meat, how fresh! It was cut in the vegetable market this morning?"

   "There is also this oil, which is also good oil. It costs tens of dollars a barrel in the supermarket!"

  Who doesn’t like to hear compliments?

  Auntie also said: "That's right, I didn't show up today!"

  When she thinks about the money she didn't earn, her heart aches a little, and when she thinks about the meat she has cut...

well!

  How should I put it, if it doesn’t cost money to buy anything in the world, that would be great.

   I was in a hurry and suddenly remembered: "Oh, last time Tan Tan sent over a basket of vetch, it tastes so good!"

  While speaking, there was still a look of remorse on his face—I planned to eat it for two or three days, but I never thought about confiscating it for a meal, and it was gone at night.

  I ate a big pot of rice.

  She sighed: "I don't know if there are any vegetables in the field. I have to go to the vegetable garden to have a look again when I get home."

  Sun Yanyan felt contemptuous in her heart.

  The one who can put it so bluntly about taking advantage is her aunt, the first-class stingy person.

  However, this idea coincides with my own family.

  She also responded with a smile: "Yes, there were also some sent over last time. That's right... Oh, tell me that Baba sent it here, it's just that little, and Ziyi can't eat it all in one meal."

   "This time we can take more."