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Chapter 752 - Chapter 752 742. Dafangs Little Abacus_1

Chapter 752: 742. Dafang’s Little Abacus_1 Chapter 752: 742. Dafang’s Little Abacus_1 Early in the morning, Sun Yanyan was bustling about, telling Song Xuehai to pack things up, ready to go back to her parents’ home for the festival.

The living room was filled to the brim with fruit and pastries, clothes and socks, tobacco and alcohol gift boxes, etc. Everything was prepared to perfection, and even Song Ziyi wore a brand-new dress.

The family of three was busily engaged in their preparations, which caused Mao Li to look particularly displeased.

Not to mention other things.

In the years since Sun Yanyan had married into the family, she had always just squeezed money out of them, the old couple. But when it came to preparing for a festival at her own parents’ home, she did not miss a thing!

This made Mao Li feel especially suffocated.

Ziyi, however, was young, and noticing her grandmother’s expression, suddenly asked, “Mom, when we go to Grandma’s place, where will Granny go?”

Sun Yanyan glanced at Mao Li and said, “Your granny isn’t going anywhere today; she’s waiting for your aunt.”

Aunt Song Tingting was Song Xuehai’s sister, who had married and moved to another place and rarely came back more than twice a year.

This time she had called in advance to say she would return for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Mao Li had already prepared by stockpiling meat, marinating dishes, and selecting imported fruits, filling the refrigerator to the brim!

Seeing this made Sun Yanyan grumble inwardly.

The purchase of festival goods by the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law might not be without ulterior motives.

However, after all, it was the three of them who lived in this house, and when she saw that the things were packed, Sun Yanyan pretended to say,

“Mom, with Tingting and her family, including Wa Yuan and the child, coming over, where can they stay tonight? Ziyi has grown up and doesn’t like sleeping with us anymore.”

Upon hearing this, Song Dafang also felt particularly uncomfortable.

After all, he had bought the house in full, and now his own daughter had no place to stay when she came back…

However, according to his way of thinking, when the daughter who married away came back, she still needed to maintain a good relationship with her brother’s wife.

So he said, “It’s okay. There are hotel rooms nearby. I’ll go and book one.”

The hotel wasn’t famous, so the rooms were naturally not expensive. With just over 100 yuan a night, Sun Yanyan was finally satisfied.

However, Mao Li was infuriated upon hearing this!

“Your own daughter comes back and has to stay in a hotel! What’s the point of the child coming from so far away?”

Sun Yanyan was shameless, “Mom, it’s not that I don’t want to host them well, but family conditions are what they are. Otherwise, why don’t you and Dad buy another apartment?”

“Ziyi is growing up, and I want to prepare a music room for her.”

Her implication was clear: if the room the elders were staying in could be freed up, that would be perfect.

Ziyi, Ziyi… whoever didn’t know she was using the child as an excuse! Mao Li immediately got angry!

“Where is the money to buy a house! We, the old couple, have earned a little money, but we still have to subsidize your household, where would we have the money to buy another?”

They did have some savings, three to four hundred thousand, but what could that do today? It truly needed to be saved for their old age and medical care.

And Mao Li was not lying about the other things.

Sun Yanyan’s ability to extract money was greater than hers. Over the years since she married in, she had managed to take away quite a bit every month, naturally leaving Mao Li with less savings than before.

The atmosphere in the house suddenly became awkward.

Ziyi, although young, knew how to read the room. Noticing that her grandma and mom were having a slightly tense conversation, she thought for a moment and asked in a soft voice, “Mom, why hasn’t Qiaoqiao brother been coming over? I want to eat the vegetables and watermelon that Qiaoqiao brother brought.”

Sun Yanyan frowned and said, “I’ve told you not to call him ‘brother’. There’s a generation gap.”

Hearing this, Mao Li immediately shared the indignation, “Exactly! Ziyi, grandma has told you, from now on, we have nothing to do with their family! They grow a few vegetables and think too highly of themselves…”

At the mention of this, both mother-in-law and daughter-in-law felt aggrieved.

“And the old man, just because Song Tan knows how to sweet-talk? Promising to build a house without any real action and expecting us to pay?”

“Doesn’t he think for a second? He’s already at such an old age, what’s the use of building a house now? Who still wants the old house at home?”

In those mountain ravines, even a hundred years wouldn’t bring about a demolition to that area.

As long as Mao Li wasn’t facing off with Sun Yanyan, her level of conversation was quite insightful, at least it was all heartfelt words to Song Dafang:

“When the old man sent you into the city back then, he acted as if you could only succeed through your family’s help. He opened his mouth only to demand money for building a house… Does he think you’re living a lavish life every day?”

“Which father doesn’t show understanding towards his own child.”

Song Dafang’s face turned grim — these were indeed his inner thoughts! But the more it was discussed, the more embarrassed he felt because the money the old man had asked everyone to contribute for building the house wasn’t that much…

But at that moment, he only furrowed his brow tighter and said, “Enough, let’s not talk about it.”

Meanwhile, he hurriedly urged, “Hurry up, Xuehai, you should be heading out, or you’ll get stuck in traffic on the way back to the countryside.”

He also prompted Mao Li, “See where Tingting is? What time will she arrive? With Wa Yuan around, there are some things we can’t openly discuss. Just give her a heads-up in advance that she doesn’t need to visit her grandfather in the countryside this time.”

…

Joy and sorrow do not resonate the same for everyone.

For instance, at the moment, Aunt Song Hongmei had closed up her stall early and brought home several plastic bags, along with a broken plastic vegetable basket she had wheedled someone into giving her while shopping.

She carried the empty basket downstairs, with several bundles of assorted black, red, and white plastic bags inside, drawing curious compliments from the neighbors:

“Hongmei, most people bring things home to celebrate the holiday, why are you carrying an empty basket?”

Hongmei might be stingy, but surely not like this, right?

Yet Song Hongmei smiled proudly, “Ah, it’s all because of my sister-in-law. Whenever there’s something, she sends her kids over with it. Now with the Mid-Autumn Festival coming up, I initially didn’t want to bother them since they’re also busy with farm work these days…”

“But she insisted! She told me to come over and bring more bags, saying there were heaps of vegetables in the field that they couldn’t finish eating… Ah, life in the countryside is comfortable, you grow what you eat, much more carefree than going to the vegetable market every day and spending money…”

As soon as she said this, the neighbors quickly latched onto the topic, “Oh, your sister-in-law must be the mother of those two kids who often visit!”

“I thought as much. The children are good-looking, so their parents can’t be far behind! Just looking at how they always bring something when they come, you can tell Damei has good relatives!”

Such was Aunt Song Hongmei’s artfulness. Stingy she might be, and taking advantage whenever she could, she never skimped on speaking well when it was due.

And now, during this festive season, the entire courtyard was abuzz with laughter and devoid of any sour feelings.

When her son parked the car at the gate, Song Hongmei boarded the car and began rummaging, “Where are those bottles I asked you to bring up yesterday?”

“In the trunk,” her son Zhu Lingqi asked curiously, “Mom, what are you going to do with those big jars?”

Song Hongmei sighed, “Those are jars I got from selling egg pancakes and sauces. Didn’t Tantan say to take a few bottles of their homemade watermelon sauce? ”

“You think I don’t know? She had to pay for those bottles herself, and it’d be a pity to give them to us family members for free! We’ve got these big jars for free at home, why not make use of them?”

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