After leaving the restaurant, Song Zhiyi was very emotional.
Zhang Dahai previously sold a boatload of fish for only 3,000 yuan, but his own fish king actually sold for more than 2,000 yuan.
Song Ye took the money and was not in a hurry to go back.
Instead, I bought clothes, milk powder and diapers for my daughter in the city.
In the previous life, my daughter was weak due to malnutrition when she was young. I can no longer treat her badly in this life.
Of course, he didn't forget about his wife He Wanru, and bought her supplements and towels.
In this era, most people are still using menstrual pads because sanitary napkins are not yet popular and are expensive and not affordable for ordinary people.
One month's supply is equivalent to one month's salary of an ordinary person.
But Song Ye not only bought it, but also bought the best one!
In the previous life, his wife went to work before she finished her confinement. Her body was already weak, and the menstrual belt was too leaky, which led to He Wanru's body infection and sequelae.
This is why my wife died young in my previous life.
After buying these, Song Ye also bought a roast duck and a large piece of pork.
When he returned home carrying large and small bags, he heard a burst of noise coming from the house.
"Weiguo...have you forgotten that when my father died and we separated, I left my only ship to you?"
"Now that you have caught so much good stuff with this boat, you should give me some points. Otherwise, you will sell the boat and we will split the money!"
"These years have not been easy for me. My family needs money."
When he heard his uncle's voice, Song Ye's face instantly darkened.
After pushing open the door and walking in, Song Ye put down the things in his hands, and then directly passed his father who looked embarrassed and his elder brother who looked angry.
He dragged the uncle who was still chattering away towards the door.
"Hey...Second boy, what are you doing? Let me go quickly!"
The uncle struggled hard, but couldn't break free at all, and was forcefully dragged into the yard by Song Ye.
"Everyone, come out and see! How shameless Song Jianjun is. Back then, he took away the only real estate in the family and left my father with a crappy boat. Now he still has the nerve to share the money from the big yellow croaker!"
"Shameless thing, if you mess with an uncle like you, I'll be damned for eight lifetimes!"
"You get your money for catching fish, what? This offshore fish pond is contracted by your family?!"
Before Song Jianjun could speak, Song Ye started shouting loudly.
The villagers who came after hearing about the melon looked curious. After hearing this, they all looked at Song Jianjun with strange eyes, and some even chewed the melon seeds and started to point out happily.
Seeing this, Song Jianjun's face instantly became extremely ugly.
"Second boy, what are you talking about?"
Facing everyone's pointing fingers, Song Jianjun couldn't stand it anymore.
"Am I talking nonsense?"
"Who in the village doesn't know you? After grandpa died, you occupied the house and didn't care about grandma's life or death!"
"Back then, my father and grandma built a dilapidated house to live in. Until grandma died, you never came!"
"By the way, and also, the day grandma died, you cried the loudest. I thought your conscience found out, but you turned around and asked my dad for the share of the money. Do you still want to face me?"
"I also left a boat for my dad to make a living on. That broken boat couldn't even be launched in the first place! It was my dad who worked hard for people, and it was my mom who worked hard to death in the factory to repair the boat. Does it have anything to do with you?! "
"If you weren't my uncle, I would have to..."
The more he talked about it, the angrier Song Ye became, and in the end he almost picked up the stick on the side and hit the old boy on the head.
If it weren't for the crime of murder, he really wanted to beat this bitch to death on the spot.
Song Jianjun's originally aggrieved and pitiful expression instantly turned into panic after seeing Song Ye's rage.
Just kidding, this kid really dares to hit him!
"Song Ye!"
Fortunately, Song Weiguo came out in time and stopped Song Ye.
When Song Jianjun saw this, he turned around and ran away in embarrassment without even bothering to ask for money.
"Bah! Scumbag!"
Song Ye spat at Song Jianjun's back, and then looked at the surrounding villagers.
"Still watching? The show is gone, get out now!"
The villagers dispersed in an instant, fearing that they would offend such a bastard.
Song Ye walked into the house and found that his father's eyes had turned red at some point.
He instantly understood that this was because he mentioned his mother just now.
"I'm sorry for your mother..."
"But no matter what, you two have finally grown up safely. All the suffering you have endured over the years has been worth it. I believe your mother can rest in peace in heaven."
Song Weiguo sat on the stool, tears in his eyes falling uncontrollably.
The eldest brother Song Jun lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly.
"It's okay dad, everything will be fine."
Song Ye took the things he bought from the side.
He not only bought things for his daughter and wife, but also for his father and elder brother.
Seeing that his son was already so sensible, Song Weiguo felt much better.
The eldest brother Song Jun looked at what was given to him, but he was a little absent-minded.
Song Ye walked into the inner room. He Wanru, who had been taking care of her daughter, saw the sanitary napkin that Song Ye took out, and she was moved to tears.
She had always been careful when using menstrual belts. After all, there were two men at home and she had to avoid suspicion, so when she washed and dried them, she was like a thief.
Now that my husband doesn't favor boys over girls, I didn't expect that he would be so careful and even consider his menstrual period.
She was now sure that everything was true and Song Ye had really turned around.
He Wanru hugged Song Ye and cried hard, leaving tears of joy.
Song Ye was comforted, but at the same time he felt even more guilty.
After teaching He Wanru how to prepare milk powder and use a milk bottle, Song Ye went straight to the kitchen.
Here, Song Weiguo had just packed up his things and was about to go into the kitchen to cook.
After all, my daughter-in-law just gave birth to a baby, so we can’t let her do it, right?
However, when he walked into the dilapidated kitchen, he saw Song Ye putting away the pork.
Um?
The sun rises from the east today, right?
Why did my second son actually go into the kitchen to cook?
"Xiaoye, are you... cooking?"
Song Ye said with a smile, he put the cleaned pork aside.
"Yes, Dad, I'm cooking today, you go and have a rest."
Song Weiguo didn't believe it: "Are you sure you don't need me to come? You haven't cooked before, can you do it by yourself?"
"Your brother and I were not at home before, but you burned through the pots several times when you were cooking for yourself... Now our family can't stand your troubles..."
Song Weiguo has lingering fears about Song Ye's cooking skills. Now the family is in trouble. If the last pot burns through, it will be a sad day.
"Dad, just trust me. There will never be any problems again. Leave it to me. Get out quickly."
With that said, Song Ye pushed his old father out.
