The next day, Song Rongrong saw that Song Baoxuan and Li Dahua were sleeping in the same quilt again, and said with a smile.

"Baoxuan, were you dishonest when you slept last night?"

Song Baoxuan said with her hair a little messy.

"Auntie, I'm asleep, I don't know if I'm honest when I sleep!"

"It must be dishonest, you obviously covered a quilt with your aunt last night, and you went to a quilt with your mother in the morning."

Li Dahua said with a smile.

"Xiaobao is like this, he loves to move when he sleeps."

Song Rongrong said with some concern.

"Then Baoxuan, wouldn't you catch a cold when you sleep alone at night?"

Song Baoxuan shook her head and said seriously.

"Auntie, when I sleep alone, I will wrap the quilt, and no matter how much I move, I won't catch a cold."

"That's okay, you're too dishonest in sleeping, how did you do it to get into your mother's quilt? My aunt didn't feel it at all. ”

"Well, I don't know why I ended up in my mother's quilt."

"Okay, I'll have to pick you up next time, so you can sleep honestly."

After Song Rongrong had breakfast, he pulled Wu Qingjie to the side of the courtyard and whispered.

"I'm going to wait and give 30 yuan to Dali, I'm afraid Dali won't be able to work for a while now, and he still has three children to raise! Life in the future will not be easy, and we are not short of these thirty dollars. ”

Wu Qingjie nodded, usually Song Rongchang is very good to his family, so if they can help, they can help Song Dali.

Thirty dollars is not impossible for them to come up with.

"Okay, I don't have an opinion, you can give the money vigorously."

"Eh, then I'll go get the money to Dali now, and then we'll go back."

"Well, you go, I'll wait for you in the yard."

Song Rongrong went to Song Dali's house, Song Zhaodi was pouring water for Song Dali to drink, and when he saw Song Rongrong, he said hello.

"Hello aunt!"

Song Rongrong nodded and said.

"Well, Brother Zhao, you go out first, I have something to talk about with your father."

"Okay."

Brother Song walked out obediently, she hasn't washed her clothes today!

Song Dali looked at Song Rongrong and said.

"Auntie, are you going back?"

Song Rongrong took out thirty yuan from his pocket and handed it to Song Dali.

"Well, we're going back now. I have thirty dollars here, and you can take it first in case of emergency. If it wasn't enough, my aunt would give you some more in the future, but now my aunt only has thirty dollars on her, and some of them have to be kept for an ox cart ride home. ”

How could Song Dali accept Song Rongrong's money!

"Auntie, I can't ask for this money."

"You're welcome, you're going to be in bed for a long time and can't work, and you still have three children to feed, so you can keep the money!"

"This is a little bit of my heart and your uncle's heart, you take care of it, let's go first."

Song Rongrong put the money next to Song Dali's bed and left, Song Dali took the money and got up and wanted to return it to Song Rongrong, but he was too anxious and accidentally hurt his foot.

Song Dali's feet were really painful, so he asked Song Zhaodi to come in.

"Brother Zhao, come over quickly."

Song Zhaodi was just about to go to wash his clothes when he heard Song Dali calling himself, put down his clothes and trotted to Song Dali's house.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

"You go and give this money back to your aunt."

"Okay."

Song Zhaodi took the money and ran out, Song Rongrong and the others walked out of the door quite far, and she chased after them directly.

"Grandma, this... This is what my dad asked me to give back to you. ”

Song Rongrong didn't take the money from Song Zhaodi's hand, she gave the money to Song Dali, and she didn't plan to get it back.

"Brother Zhao, you can take this money back to your father."

Brother Song Zhao shook his head and said.

"That's what Daddy asked me to give you."

"Obedient, your father's foot is injured, he needs money, if you are sensible, take the money back."

"But... But Daddy said he would give it back to you. ”

"Don't listen to your father, my aunt and grandmother are going back, you give the money to your father, you know? If you delay your aunt's time any longer, your aunt won't be able to catch up with the ox cart. ”

Brother Song Zhaodi could only watch Song Rongrong let them go, and then took the money back to Song Dali.

"Didn't I ask you to return the money to your aunt? How did you get the money back? ”

Song Dali's tone was a little impatient, and Brother Song Zhaodi lowered his head and said.

"Auntie... Don't, let me give the money to my dad. ”

"Alas! Don't cry, brother, my father doesn't want to kill you. ”

"Well, daddy... Money? ”

"Let's take the money first, and then return it to your aunt and grandmother later."