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Chapter 357 - Chapter 357 357. Old mans subsidy_1

Chapter 357: 357. Old man’s subsidy_1 Chapter 357: 357. Old man’s subsidy_1 Only Qiaoqiao, stirring the green peaches in the basin and speaking loudly, said:

“Uncle complained that the watermelons we sent last time were too small and even called Sister a swindler!”

Song Tan’s eyes lit up–good for you, Qiaoqiao. Your sister’s affection wasn’t wasted on you.

But…

“That’s not quite right to say,” Song Tan looked around the suddenly quiet courtyard and her mother’s darkened expression and spoke seriously, “Uncle never said it that directly.”

After thinking it over carefully, Qiaoqiao also obediently admitted the error, “Alright, Uncle didn’t directly say the watermelons were small.”

However, as she turned her head, she saw Wu Lan with a stern face bringing out a big melon from the house, then placing it on the table and cutting it into two halves with a chop!

Song Tan: …Oh no!

Caught up in the moment, I forgot all about my mother’s feelings!

Only to see Wu Lan slam the knife on the table with a “snap,” her tone mocking, “That’s right! A real big melon, we don’t even eat it ourselves.”

Song Tan: …now about that big melon on the table, are they going to cut it or not?

…

At that moment,

A not-so-new car successfully turned onto the mountain road, carrying Song Dafang and Mao Li inside.

Song Dafang had planned to bring his son and daughter-in-law, but his son was too lazy to ask for leave, and his daughter-in-law was eager to come. However, Song Dafang felt that as a younger generation, and moreover a woman, she didn’t have much of a say, so it was better to just stay at home and take care of Ziyi.

Thus, the couple set off on their return journey, both feeling quite aggrieved.

Mao Li was also filled with anger:

“Sancheng has gone too far this time! He must be cajoling our old man into taking money out of us because he’s run out of money for his house building!”

“I haven’t even pressed him on whether he had the old man give him under-the-table funds, and he still has the nerve to talk about building a new house for the elderly! Pah!”

She might have thought this many times over, growing more convinced each time, so she decided to put some pressure on Song Sancheng, which is why she made that phone call just before they were about to arrive.

At this point, she was still seething in the car:

“In other families, the eldest son and grandson call the shots. But in your family, the old man favors the youngest, letting him take advantage of everything.”

“Just look at when the lands were allocated, our plots were so far away, it’s a half-hour walk!”

“His are right by the house!”

“When it was time to build a house, the old man went to help, and when it was time to farm, he helped too–how come they never help us out, just idly watching such a big piece of mountain land go to waste…”

“To see us living in the city, they think we’re living in luxury every day! Talking about building houses and taking money like it’s nothing–things aren’t that easy…”

“Enough,” said Song Dafang.

He’d been listening to her go on all morning and was also annoyed at this point.

But he had to admit, some things she said really hit home. Still, feeling it was after all his father, he managed to add:

“Our family got more forest land than Sancheng’s family.”

“More?”

Mao Li scoffed directly, “Is that worth anything? How much can it be worth? Besides chopping wood, what else is it good for? Does our family need firewood?”

“Besides, isn’t it always the eldest who gets the most in any family?”

With that, Song Dafang also fell silent.

The car took a turn, and there was an old pit on the cement road ahead, causing a severe jolt.

Mao Li let out an “ah,” then saw a similarly semi-old truck ahead driving smoothly and sturdily and couldn’t help but sneer again, “What kind of people are these? They’re still driving such an old model truck!”

Song Dafang also glanced at it, and then said:

“In this village, isn’t it a waste to drive a nice car? I did think about getting a new car for the New Year. Our car has been driven for seven or eight years now, and it has quite a few minor issues…”

Mao Li’s understanding of cars was limited to recognizing brands–those with four rings are definitely more expensive than the ones with two red wings; that was her philosophy.

Therefore, she thought it over; driving a good car would give her face, and she certainly didn’t want to be seen in this old car, subject to others’ pointing fingers…

So she didn’t oppose the idea either.

Besides, she had her own selfish reasons. Buying a car was for her own family, and if she didn’t spend the money on a car and her old man took it away, how much could the old house they’d be building really be worth?

She might as well end up making things easy for Song Sancheng.

She had this figured out quite clearly.

Just at that moment, she saw the delivery truck in front turn to the left and expertly stop at the entrance to the old house.

Mao Li immediately craned her neck, “Who’s that? It can’t be someone coming to buy watermelons from Tantan, can it?”

Old man really must have put in a lot of work for their land, considering the quality of these watermelons; the taste is simply beyond words!

She rambled on, “…take a few more with you when you go, and share some with my family’s side as well…”

At the same time, she couldn’t help but speculate, “You say all those trees on our hill are useless, why don’t we ask the old man to plant watermelons for us too? We could cover the cost ourselves, couldn’t we?”

If these melons could really sell for 20, wouldn’t that be a huge profit?

Song Dafang closed the car door, suppressing his excitement, “Alright, don’t go on about this at home, let’s first ask about the house.”

…

Meanwhile, Brother Xiaozhang had started to open the cargo area, taking out bundles of packing boxes and plastic wrap.

Song Tan came over to help and heard him laugh,

“The sender looked familiar to me, seems like the same person you usually send parcels to in Imperial City, must be a friend, right? It’s perishable goods again, I thought it might be something special, so I hurried over to deliver it.”

After all, from the city center to the town, it usually takes one day longer than the normal delivery time. Any further delay, and the goods inside might not stay fresh.

Song Tan was intrigued as well: Oh, who could this benefactor be?

She peeked in, “Let me have a look at the goods!”

Xiaozhang felt awkward as he glanced at the cargo area, “Well… I forgot when I was moving the packages, I stuffed it all the way to the back.”

Song Tan: …

Fine then.

She promptly picked up a bundle of cardboard boxes, handling them adeptly.

But at that moment, she saw a familiar figure next to her and couldn’t help but call out:

“Uncle, how did you get here so fast? I thought you wouldn’t arrive until noon!”

Inside the courtyard, Song Sancheng, hearing the voice and then seeing Wu Lan’s stern face, finally came out, stretching a smile, “Big brother, you left so soon…”

Song Dafang stood at the entrance, his expression serious as he looked at Song Tan and the pile of boxes in her hands:

“What are these for?”

Hearing Song Tan call him uncle, Xiaozhang thought he was part of the family and cheerfully said, “Sending a parcel. I was worried about having a lot of items today, so I brought some extra packaging along.”

Song Dafang, however, furrowed his brow, disapproving, said, “It says Wind Speed Express on your vehicle–Wind Speed Express is pretty expensive, isn’t it?”

Xiaozhang, however, took pride, “It is expensive, but it guarantees timely delivery!”

And the price he offered Song Tan was already very low.

While hesitating, he saw the middle-aged man addressing Song Sancheng to the side:

“Sancheng. It’s not that I want to criticize you, but you don’t care at all about your family’s business. You let kids mess around with it; what do they know? You can send parcels via any service, why must it be Wind Speed Express? Who knows how much the cost will amount to!”

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