Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

"Why are you so stingy? They say they want to trade with you, but you still insist on it! You have already taken advantage of it by exchanging sugar, so why do you still want to blackmail me? Don't make a mistake, my old lady is not easy to bully of!"

The fat aunt felt ashamed and immediately yelled.

Su Haitang was almost outraged.

"Care to figure it out? It's obvious that you insisted on asking for something from me, but if I don't want to give it to you, you should just walk away sensibly. Why are you still relying on me? Who is blackmailing whom?"

"Let me tell you clearly again, my melons are to be taken to the imperial capital as gifts, not to strangers."

"This is my melon. I can make the decision. It's useless for you to mess around. Just now you robbed me of my melon without my consent. I haven't bothered with you yet."

The passengers were attracted by the dispute between the two, pointing and talking, saying everything.

Seeing that they had caused trouble, the two children hid behind their mother in fear, watching timidly with tears in their eyes.

Su Haitang was inexplicably soft-hearted, sighed and looked at the fat lady with a blushing face and a thick neck.

"It's fate to go together. Let me advise you a few words. If you can listen to it, listen to it. If you can't listen to it, just ignore it."

"You are also a mother, with two children by your side. The children are not sensible, and when they want to imitate and learn how to behave in the world from their parents. Do you want them to become selfish people who will jump up when they see benefits, regardless of other people's feelings? ?”

Su Haitang slowly organized her words, tried to calm down her mind, and didn't let those cowardice or extreme cynical emotions in the past come to the fore.

"In the long run, children only have themselves in their hearts, and they don't even care about their parents. Don't you feel chilled by raising them?"

"No matter how good other people's things are, they belong to others. For example, my bed and my melons, I am willing to ask you to share them at my convenience. It is my kindness and affection; I am not willing to share with others. It is my duty. Do you think it makes sense?"

"Comparing your heart to your heart, you didn't see your white sugar take the initiative to give it to someone for nothing, did you? The reason is the same, this melon is mine, and I don't want to share it with others. It's not my fault. You still Make it clear to your child."

After Su Haitang gave a long speech, his mouth felt dry, so he took a sip from the water bottle and unscrewed it.

It is really inconvenient on the train, not to mention thieves because of the crowds, and some people hide in the slightly loose toilets to stretch because they are too crowded, and often occupy the toilets for a long time.

Originally, there were a lot of people queuing up to go to the toilet, but the conductor was called in from time to time to knock on the toilet door, urging those who could not come out to give up their places quickly.

Thinking about it is also tiring.

And the smell in the toilet, alas, don't mention it.

Su Haitang understands the hardships involved, and develops the habit of eating less and drinking less on the train to avoid going to the toilet, and never leaves the package, and does not dare to sleep with her eyes closed no matter how far away she goes.

It was only later that the factory became more profitable, and she took other employees to accompany her on a business trip, so that she could take turns sleeping for a while.

In fact, the most worry-free thing is to travel by plane. It's a pity that she couldn't bear the expensive air tickets, and the sales of the factory were basically all in the province, so she didn't have to fly so far, so she had never taken a high-end and atmospheric plane.

The fat aunt was trained by her, her face turned red and then pale, she hummed loudly twice, losing face, she turned her head and slapped the two children to vent her anger.

"You're greedy! You've lost your mother's face and mine! Isn't it just a broken melon? What a rare thing! Is there any white sugar in our family? Don't cry! Let's not eat melons, but sugar!"

The fat lady painfully unwrapped the tightly wrapped fur skin, layer by layer, revealing a small bag of white sugar in a plastic bag, squinting proudly.

The two children are coming down soon!