Song Baoxuan put down her chopsticks, looked at Song Rongchang and said with a smile.

"Dad, you can give some cotton to the eldest brother and the second brother!"

Song Rongchang was still thinking about how to tell Song Baoxuan about this just now.

"Girl, you..."

"Dad, I know what you're worried about, but didn't you bring back the cotton?"

Song Rongchang was stunned for a moment when he heard Song Baoxuan's words, and then smiled.

"Haha, yes, yes, I didn't bring back the cotton."

Li Dahua looked at Song Baoxuan from the side and said.

"Xiaobao, you are too sensible, my mother is very happy but worried, worried that something will happen to you, and my mother doesn't know what to do."

"Mother, don't worry, I will always be by your side."

"Huh!"

After dinner, Song Rongchang called Song Dali and Song Zhi over.

"You go and find a bag for yourself, I'll give you some cotton, and if the children send cotton clothes, make them a cotton coat, don't your children don't even have a cotton coat to wear in winter."

Song Rongchang looked at the two of them stunned and didn't move.

"Go, what are you doing here? Don't want cotton? ”

Song Dali and Song Zhi were ecstatic, and then said excitedly.

"Eh, thank you, Dad."

"Dad, thank you, I'll go get the bag."

Song Dali returned to the house and couldn't find the bag, so he hurriedly asked Chen Meili.

"Where's the bag? Get me a bag. ”

"What do you want the bag for?"

"Hurry up, Daddy wants to give us some cotton."

"Huh? Divide the cotton, you wait, I put the bag in the box, I'll take it out! ”

Chen Meili opened the box and turned the bag out.

"Here, take more."

"Don't talk nonsense, we will ask for as much as Dad gives, what do you want to take?"

"Aren't I thinking about making a cotton coat for Chaobao? Anyway, Dad has a big bag of cotton there, so it doesn't matter if we take some more. ”

"Shut up, I'm too lazy to pay attention to you."

Song Dali took the bag and left, Chen Meili didn't know what she said wrong, which made Song Dali angry again!

Song Zhi returned to the house with a smile on his face and asked Wu Yan to bring a bag to himself.

Wu Yan took a bag to him, and when he saw his happy appearance, if he had a tail, he would be able to shake it.

Then Wu Yan asked him.

"What makes you happy like this?"

"Hey, hey! Good thing, you'll find out later, I'll go to my father's first. ”

Wu Yan looked at Song Zhi running away, and smiled helplessly, how could such a big person still look like a child.

The bags brought by Song Dali and Song Zhi were the same size, and Song Rongchang filled the bags of the two of them with half a bag of cotton, and their half bag was fluffy and not pressed.

Because Song Baoxuan took out the bag of cotton and pressed it very solidly, after Song Rongchang distributed it to Song Dali and Song Zhi, he still had half a bag left.

"Alright, take it!"

"Thank you, Dad, how much is this cotton?"

"Yes, Dad, you spent a lot of money on this cotton, how much should we give you?"

Song Rongchang shook his head and said.

"I don't need you to give money, this is for you, don't let your children get cold this year."

"Thank you, Dad, I'll ask my daughter-in-law to make cotton clothes for those two stinky boys when I go back."

Song Rongchang looked at Song Dali and said.

"Boss, you look at your daughter-in-law, Brother Zhao and Xiaoqiu should make clothes."

Song Dali said with some shame.

"I know, Dad."

Song Zhi ran back to the house with half a bag of cotton, and then put it in front of Wu Yan, startling Wu Yan.

"Ouch! Surprise me, what are you doing here, what's in here? ”

"Open it up and see for yourself."

"Okay, I'll see for myself what's in there!"

Wu Yan opened the bag and found that it was cotton, so she reached out and touched it again.

"My God, it's cotton, it's from my father!"

"Haha, daughter-in-law, you're so smart"

"I'm not stupid, if I have cotton, I can make cotton clothes for Xiaohui and Ah Yao."

Song Zhi continued Wu Yan's words.

"And yours, daughter-in-law, it's time to change your cotton clothes."

"I'm not in a hurry, and I don't know if we have enough cloth at home!"

With cotton, Wu Yan began to worry about the cloth at home again, and the lack of cloth at home may not be enough to make cotton clothes for Song Hui and Song Yao.

Song Zhi thought about it and said.

"If it's not enough, I'll dismantle the clothes I just made this year to make cotton clothes for the two of them, and your cotton clothes will be made from the cloth at home."

"No, what are you wearing when you take your clothes apart?"

"Why don't you wear it, aren't I wearing clothes now? It's okay, it's dismantled, I haven't worn it many times, it's still new. ”