Master Mao was a little flattered. His family could only see such rich dishes during the Chinese New Year. It would be nice to have meat dishes on ordinary days. Is it possible that the food in rural areas is of such a high standard now?
Master Mao's face was very shiny after this meal, and he had a very good impression of Tang Niannian. Director Qian had also assigned him private work before, but no one was as generous as Tang Niannian. It was very polite to give him a cigarette.
After resting for a while, Master Mao said goodbye and had to go back to the factory.
Tang Niannian didn't say much, and caught two hares, two pheasants, and two bags of dried sweet potatoes from the cage. San Auntie had just dried them, and each bag weighed about two kilograms.
They all were stuffed into the car and said to Master Mao: "Half belongs to Factory Director Qian, give it to him."
"Too... too much, Master Tang, you are too polite."
Master Mao couldn't speak smoothly. He didn't dare to take so many things.
"It's free on the mountain, but be careful on the road!"
Tang Niannian cherished words like gold, threw the things away and closed the car. These things were only worth dried sweet potatoes. There were swarms of hares and pheasants in her space, so she had to give them away more.
Master Mao opened his mouth and felt guilty. He was a little annoyed before because so many people came up on a rainy day. Even though their shoes were polished in the grass, a lot of them were still on the car.
He has to wash the car after he goes back, which is very annoying.
Now his conscience is very uneasy. It's just washing the car. It's his job in the first place. What does he have to worry about? Master Tang is so polite. If he bothers him again, will he still be a human being?
"Master Tang, if you have anything to do in the future, just give me your instructions."
Master Mao looked like a soldier who would die for his bosom friend. Master Tang thought so highly of him that he must go all out to repay Master Tang's kindness.
"Will do."
Tang Niannian was not polite. Nowadays, the driver masters have a gold-collar job, and some people are even proud to know the drivers.
Originally, she didn't want to use the factory's cars because she thought it would be troublesome, but she changed her mind just now when she heard Mrs. Tang showing off proudly with those people at the entrance of the village.
Since the little old lady likes it, she can do it a few more times.
The news about Mrs. Tang taking a car home quickly spread in the village just after lunch. In the afternoon, Mrs. Tang went to work. Everyone gathered around her to ask questions, and the old lady boasted again. .
Tang Mantong was sleepy and tired after riding the train for several days. After lunch, he took a shower and went to bed. He slept until dark and was woken up by Mrs. Tang's big slap.
"Go to sleep when you come back. Pigs are not as lazy as you. Come to work for me tomorrow. If you dare to run out again, I will ask your father to teach you in your dreams at night!"
Mrs. Tang held a feather duster in her hand and taught her younger son a lesson.
Tang Mantong was born to her when she was 38 years old. It was inevitable that she would spoil her a little too much, and as a result, she would become a lazy man. When the old man was alive, this little brat was more peaceful. But when the old man kicked off and left, this little brat became a spirit. Like a monkey, it runs around outside all day long but has nowhere to go.
Seeing that she was on her third trimester and didn't even have a partner, Mrs. Tang was angry and anxious. She was worried that she wouldn't be able to see her youngest son get married if she closed her eyes. If that was the case, how could she have the nerve to go see the old man?
"Mom, please be gentle, I brought you something good."
Tang Mantong jumped out of bed and dug out his old clothes for a long time before taking out a paper bag from the mezzanine. Inside was a pile of money, what he had gained outside in the past two or three months.
Mrs. Tang grabbed the money and counted it neatly. It was 520 yuan. Her eyes suddenly lit up. She quickly closed the doors and windows and asked in a low voice: "Are you speculating again?"
"Mom, don't worry about what I do. The money is real anyway. Just take the flowers."
Tang Mantong was very wealthy and did not feel ashamed of speculation.
How much money can you make these days by farming honestly? Since ancient times, no one has made a fortune from farming. Those who have made a fortune are either officials or businessmen.
Anyway, he would not farm even if he was beaten to death. He would rather be called a lazy man than work hard to farm.
Mrs. Tang slipped the money into her pocket and warned in a low voice: "Be at peace with me and stop doing these illegal things. What if you are taken away again? I'll tell you what to do with the money." A capable and pretty girl will be able to hold a wedding reception in the second half of the year.”
"Mom, I won't marry someone from the countryside."
Tang Mantong protested that he did not want to marry a rural girl, but an educated girl from the city.
A big bidou slapped him down, making his head buzz.
"What's wrong with people from the countryside? Your mother and I are from the countryside, and you are from the countryside too, and you still look down on the countryside? For a lazy guy like you, it's not rare for a girl from the countryside to marry you!"
Mrs. Tang had a fierce expression and was merciless. She had to correct her youngest son's crooked thinking.
Tang Mantong protected his head and remained silent. If he made any sound again, his mother would definitely beat him even more fiercely.
But he won't give in.
Anyway, he wants to marry a pretty city girl, and he will definitely be able to marry her in the future.
Mrs. Tang scolded her until her mouth went dry, and then she stopped and prepared to make dinner.
but--
The old lady's hand was like lightning, grabbing Tang Mantong's waistband, scaring him so much that he shouted: "Mom, what are you doing? I'm already 25, please let go!"
"Are you going to take it yourself or should I?"
Mrs. Tang wouldn't let go, and even pulled at his waistband.
"Mom, it's really gone..."
Tang Mantong's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally he said helplessly: "Mom, please turn your back."
Mrs. Tang snorted proudly, turned around, and started counting, "One, two, three... that's it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around. Tang Mantong's hands were still in his pants, his face was red with embarrassment, and he didn't dare to curse, so he had to take out the money from his pants pocket, roll it into a tube, and tie it with a rubber band.
Mrs. Tang grabbed it and ordered it again, two hundred.
"How dare you play tricks in front of me? If you stick your butt out, I'll know what shit you're going to do!"
Mrs. Tang was so proud that she left the house triumphantly with 720 yuan in her pocket. She did not forget to curse: "What are you doing lying around in bed? Get up and stack the firewood in the yard."
"knew!"
Tang Mantong replied angrily, and after his mother went out, he closed the door furtively and took out two tubes of money from under two socks, totaling two hundred.
"Thankfully I was prepared."
Tang Mantong searched the house for a long time and finally found a good place to hide money, a hole in the wall under the bed.
He also had dozens of pocket coins left on him. These two hundred dollars were kept as capital. He had to go out after resting at home for a few days.
There is a lot of money to be made outside. This time he is going to Pengcheng, which is close to Xiangjiang and has a lot of fresh goods. He has to buy more goods and withdraw after making a small amount of money.
