This is an old rule in the village. If there are descendants in the family, they always have to take time to visit the grave before the Qingming Festival.
But when it comes to the grandchildren, it is no longer necessary. They are accompanying their grandfather Song Youde.
The grave of the old Song family is on the barren hill where the uncle was assigned.
It's a little far away, so you have to go around the back mountain and walk forward for ten or twenty minutes to get there.
There is no way, I just divided that piece when I divided it.
But although it was a bit far away, as the eldest son, Uncle Chen had a total of fifty acres of mountains and fields, which was far superior to the Song Tan family.
Nowadays, they are all still tea mountain wastelands, and no one cares about them anymore.
But Song Sancheng was also satisfied - according to the old rule, more wealth should be given to the boss. What could he have to say? It was convenient for him to be close to his house!
He said with a bit of regret: "It would be great if you told me to come back earlier. We can go to the fields tomorrow to cut some milkvetch and ask your uncle and aunt to take them away."
The ground is being dug up now, and they will all be buried in the soil tomorrow.
Song Tan smiled, thinking what a coincidence!
She didn't say much, she just said:
"Dad, you can't even send tea and honey. We still owe money."
As soon as he said this, Song Sancheng felt pressure first.
"That's not possible. It's so expensive that I'm not even willing to drink it."
Song Tan added: "Then don't drink this year's good tea tomorrow. Otherwise, if the uncle says it's good to drink, will you say the price or not?"
I told you, but people didn’t believe it. Secondly, I am afraid of exposing my wealth.
Don't tell me, you are so hesitant that you can't bear to part with your own tea. It's outrageous to say it out loud!
Same goes for honey.
Song Sancheng was sincere and not stupid. He looked confused at this moment: "You really don't want to drink? I'm still thinking about it..."
What could he ponder? The old man just has a good face and wants to show off!
Now that I had figured it out, I could only sigh again: "Why did I come back just when the vetch was gone? In previous years, I came back at the end of March!"
Why?
Aunt Mao Li and her daughter-in-law Sun Yanyan are angry!
Ever since the eldest aunt and Song Tan broke up on bad terms at the vegetable market, she had been holding her breath more and more, so when she got back she told Sun Yanyan about the twenty yuan a pound of vetch.
Sun Yanyan didn't believe it at first.
But at night, Song Ziyi was crying and fussing in the room, and after wanting to eat the food brought by brother Qiaoqiao, she still thought about it:
“Mom, I’m looking at my uncle’s dishes this year. Maybe they’re really at this price!”
"Think about it, what kind of food can taste so good? So many people are willing to eat it now!"
But if it costs twenty yuan a pound, and the milkvetch grows in the fields, and it costs nothing, then it’s still a huge profit, right?
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law made an appointment to go to the vegetable market early in the morning to wait. It was almost noon when they saw the broken pickup truck parked on the roadside.
Then in less than half an hour, the food was sold out, and many people bought it back by the pound as if it was no money at all.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law stood there and counted. In just half an hour, one or two hundred kilograms were sold!
In just a short time, I got two or three thousand. Making money is like mowing grass. Why is it so easy!
Neither mother-in-law nor daughter-in-law spoke.
When I got home, I muttered: "No wonder Tantan was so tough last time. It turns out that the family has become rich."
"...Sneaky's waist is hardened, and his good intentions are regarded as a donkey's liver and lungs..."
Uncle Song couldn't believe it when he heard them muttering about the grand scene of the vegetable market:
"Is it really twenty yuan a pound? I thought Qiao Qiao said something stupid last time."
"That's not true," Sun Yanyan sat aside and ate melon seeds:
"Dad, you are just too honest with your family. Look at my brother-in-law, he can make money with such evil intentions from the wild vegetables in the field. He feels very generous to send a three or five kilograms to our house, and we are grateful. Woolen cloth."
"What nonsense!" Uncle Song didn't want to say more to his daughter-in-law, so he asked Mao Li: "You really saw it, is it that price?"
The eldest aunt rolled her eyes: "How many times have I told you, can I be wrong? I went to buy it, but I didn't realize it was this price. The money I gave was less, and she even laughed at me."
"Really, they earn a little money in the countryside, but they keep it hidden for fear of our greed or something. Who doesn't have land?"
Uncle Song was sitting there, his face not looking good.
Therefore, when my aunt Song Hongmei called at the end of the month and asked when she would return to her hometown, the couple whined and declined:
"The store is a bit busy during this period. In a couple of days..."
This procrastination and procrastination, the Qingming Festival is about to pass, we can’t delay it until after the Qingming Festival!
Then the date was set in a hurry.
My aunt Song Hongmei didn't leave the stall this morning. She felt distressed for something. She looked around at home again, and finally reluctantly took a pot of oil and cut the meat again.
The couple then took the bus and arrived at Uncle Song's door.
I don’t have any other intention, just grab a car and go back together.
I happened to see their family moving things into the car.
His son Song Xuehai was responsible for picking up the children and going to work today. Uncle Song drove Mao Li, Sun Yanyan, and Song Hongmei back.
When Song Hongmei arrived, she saw Sun Yanyan and Mao Li putting a large plastic frame like those used in wholesale markets for fruit on the back seat of the car, and also took a few plastic bags.
She was puzzled, but she didn't ask, she 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 the same thing."
Sun Yanyan called her aunt sweetly, then looked at the things in her hands and praised her repeatedly: "Oh, my aunt is so considerate. Look at this meat, how fresh it is! Was it cut at the vegetable market this morning?"
"And this oil, it's also good oil. It costs tens of dollars a barrel in the supermarket!"
Who doesn’t like to hear compliments?
The aunt also started talking: "No, I didn't even leave the stall today!"
When she thought about the money she had not earned, her heart ached. Then she thought about the meat and the oil...
well!
How should I put it, it would be nice if I could buy anything in the world without spending money.
But the person who was busy talking suddenly remembered: "Oh, last time Tantan sent me a basket of milkvetch, it tastes so good!"
As he spoke, there was a look of remorse on his face - I originally planned to eat for two or three days, but I never thought that it would be gone after one meal.
I ate a big pot too much rice.
She sighed: "I don't know if there are any vegetables in the fields. I have to go to the vegetable garden to take a look when I get home."
Sun Yanyan felt contempt in her heart.
Someone who can talk about taking advantage so straightforwardly is a stingy person like her aunt.
However, this idea coincides with my own family.
Then she responded with a smile: "Yes, some of them were sent over last time. That's right... Oops, I asked Baba to send it over, but it was only a small amount, and Ziyi couldn't finish the whole meal."
"You can take more this time."
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