After everyone left, Qiao Nianyao asked Dahuang to guard the door and come to the backyard to dig out the small box buried in the ground.
After wiping it clean, he took it back to the house to share the treasure with Song Qingfeng.
"Let me show you our family's wealth."
Song Qingfeng glanced at his pretty wife before looking at the box.
There were two pairs of jade bracelets inside. Although he didn't know what kind of jade they were, he could tell at a glance that the jade bracelets were of good quality.
There are also six large yellow croakers.
At this time, gold was prohibited from being circulated in the market and was illegal, but it was collected on the black market.
Qiao Nianyao took one and looked at it, "I asked about the market price. A large yellow croaker like this can be sold for about three hundred yuan on the black market."
Six large yellow croakers cost 1,800 yuan here.
There are also two pairs of jade bracelets. "These two pairs of jade bracelets are better than the pair I sold."
In other words, the price will never be lower than the pair sold before.
So after all, how much wealth does the family have?
Song Qingfeng looked at her, "You have so much money..."
"What do you mean I have it? It's because our family has it." Qiao Nianyao interrupted him, "We don't need anyone's help. The money in the passbook and all these things, I can raise you to be fat and white."
Song Qingfeng felt extremely warm in his heart.
"How is your wife?" Qiao Nianyao looked at him delicately.
Song Qingfeng said 'hmm'.
Why is it not good? It couldn't be better. It's just stupid.
Obviously, with so much money, she would be able to live a good life if she got married, but she still had to stay with such a disabled person like him.
"Since your wife is so good, then you shouldn't love me?" Qiao Nianyao came over and said.
Song Qingfeng looked at his daughter-in-law's small cherry mouth, which was very close at hand. He knew only too well how sweet it was.
"In broad daylight..."
Before he finished speaking, his wife covered him and blocked out the rest of his words.
Qiao Nianyao hugged him lightly.
After a while, he let go.
Song Qingfeng looked at this fairy-like daughter-in-law and held her tightly in his arms, feeling extremely fond of her.
He was completely unable to resist his wife's offensive, and he knew very well that he was falling step by step.
But this feeling was so good that he didn't want to struggle at all.
Qiao Nianyao also leaned quietly in his arms for a while, then buried the box in the backyard, and then came back to massage Song Qingfeng's legs.
As for the thoughts of Zhou Xiaoshan and Wu Meilan, neither of them said anything.
Because they don’t owe them anything.
And this is how the world is.
There are always people who are the icing on the cake, and it is rare to provide help in times of need.
Just know it in your mind, and there is no need to explain anything else too clearly.
Qiao Nianyao massaged his legs, which were covered with thick hair.
"Why are your legs so hairy?"
Song Qingfeng glanced at his calf, which was indeed a bit heavy.
It’s not just one of his legs that is heavy.
"It's normal for men to have gross weight. They look quite manly." Qiao Nianyao laughed again.
Qiao Nianyao actually doesn't like men with heavy body hair. They feel so sloppy and dirty, as if they haven't completed their evolution.
But when you like someone, you will find that if there is eye dung in his eyes, it will be a kind of style.
This is probably the so-called beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Song Qingfeng had a touch of tenderness in his eyes.
He felt that even if there was anything bad about him, it would still be good in the eyes of his wife.
In the eyes of his wife, he seems to have no shortcomings.
Qiao Nianyao looked at this man and was about to come over and kiss him a few more times, but she couldn't help it. This man was too alluring.
It's embarrassing for the sisters, but don't blame her, she just can't help it.
Song Qingfeng also knew that his wife wanted to kiss him again...
But at this time, Song Sangu's voice came from outside the door, and of course Dahuang's cry.
"It's Third Aunt." Song Qingfeng said.
"Okay." Qiao Nianyao glanced at him reluctantly before getting up and going out.
Song Qingfeng looked at the little wife's back and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
When Qiao Nianyao came out, she saw Aunt Song coming with her eldest son Zhao Jiaming.
"Third aunt, you are here, come in quickly."
Third Aunt Song is different from Second Aunt Song, who is taller. Third Aunt Song is darker and shorter, but it can be seen that she is still in good health.
She also brought fifty kilograms of grain, thirty kilograms of corn flour, and twenty kilograms of bean flour, and asked Zhao Jiaming, the eldest son, to pick them up. She carried a basket herself, which contained most of the basket of eggs.
After Song Qingfeng's accident, Aunt Song asked Zhou Liang to go to various houses to inform him. He should have come early, but there was nothing at home. Should his nephew come back empty-handed after his accident?
She is not the second aunt Song who can do this.
So I waited for money and food to be divided among the team, and eggs were exchanged with neighbors.
After getting the things, I went back to my parents' house to see my nephew.
Seeing the originally handsome and upright nephew turning into this state, Sister Song almost couldn't hold back her tears.
When he came back two years ago, he brought brown sugar and half a piece of cloth to see her. He was tall, strong and strong, and she was happy to see him.
After all, this is the only one left in the old Song family. How could she not like her as an aunt?
But it turned into this in the blink of an eye.
"Third aunt, I'm fine, I looked away." Song Qingfeng said.
"Yes, mother, please don't cry. I think Qingfeng is fine." Zhao Jiaming also said quickly.
As the eldest son of Sister Song, Zhao Jiaming is not young yet. He looks older because of the farm work, but he is in good condition.
He just wanted to see that his cousin was okay, so he asked his mother to take away the sadness, so that if his cousin came out, his mother would cause sadness again.
Aunt Song Sangu also quickly turned her face and wiped away her tears.
"Third aunt is older and can't bear this. Does it still hurt now?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Song Qingfeng shook his head.
Sangu Song saw that he was also very clean, and the sheets and bedding were also very neat. There was no other smell except a medicinal smell.
"What kind of medicinal smell is this?"
"My wife got it from the health center. It's for promoting blood circulation and unblocking meridians."
Aunt Song San nodded.
Qiao Nianyao came in with two bowls of brown sugar water, "Third aunt, Brother Jiaming, you all have some sugar water."
"You're welcome to Third Aunt. Just pour a bowl of water and keep the brown sugar for yourself." Third Aunt Song said.
Qiao Nianyao smiled and said, "I'm not willing to let you come, third aunt. I usually keep it for myself."
Third Aunt Song knew that thanks to her nephew's daughter-in-law's care, she took out two big dough sticks from her pocket and gave them to Qiao Nianyao, "When Third Aunt came over, she saw that Qing Feng looked very good, and the kang in this room was all cleaned up. I guess it was You take good care of him, and the third aunt knows that you have worked hard. But the third aunt lives far away, so even if he wants to help you, he can’t do anything. The other third aunts can’t help. These twenty yuan, and these fifty pounds Food is Sangu's top priority, and I have made an agreement with Jiaming Jialiang and his two brothers that I will send you fifty kilograms of food every year from now on, and they all agree."
