The countrymen stood at the door of their homes.

Qian Peiying issued from her heart: "Oops."

When she came back, she saw for the first time what the house she had bought looked like.

No, to be precise, she hasn't been out for a long time.

"Wow," Mi Shou exclaimed in surprise with his mouth open.

In Mi Shou's heart, his uncle didn't use the money left by his grandfather, and he bought so many cows this year, so the family should still be struggling with food and clothing.

Song Fuling glanced at the old lady on the left and the younger brother on the right.

She felt that she should also express her surprise, or else she would seem so unsociable:

"It's huge."

Song Fusheng and Gao Tietou sent all the things in the car into the backyard one by one.

There are a lot of things that my hometown brings, but not only charcoal, firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Own bedding and a change of clothes.

There are also two jars of chicken soup that are said to have been boiled by the old lady who didn't sleep last night, and killed chickens overnight.

Right now, it's cold in the jar.

However, when you want to eat, scoop out a few spoonfuls and order some noodles, isn't it just a meal?

Turning all these laborious ones upside down into the hospital, Song Fusheng came out and saw his stupid daughter-in-law and two children still at the gate.

"Okay, let's go into the courtyard and see, this is the key to take it, and insert the door inside, it's okay, the neighbors are all decent people, don't worry too much." Don't rush to pick up when you enter the hospital, get some sleep, find a restaurant to eat after sleeping, don't do it, ah? I have to go. "I'm not in a hurry to get to work.

"Dad, you wait."

At the mention of eating, Song Fuling hurriedly gave lunch to Song Fusheng.

Song Fusheng took it and knew that this was sushi, three strips per person, a total of fifteen.

His daughter didn't actually sleep last night, so she did this for him.

Why don't you let the child sleep, but I can't stop him, I'm afraid that he will be hungry.

Song Fusheng smiled and said: "When you wake up, go out for a walk with your mother and your brother, don't be reluctant to spend, buy whatever you want." ”

Song Fuling was just about to say, "Really? I buy books", and was squeezed aside by my brother's little buttocks:

"Uncle, you are going to the yamen so early, is it the same on weekdays? It's not dawn yet, you're working so hard, I just know, me? "Come on, I'll kiss you.

There is nothing else that can be done other than this.

Mi Shou hugged Song Fusheng's neck, kissed him intimately, and took a sip of Song Fusheng.

To Da Lang, they were immediately disgusted.

Villain, fleshy.

The third uncle's family is good at everything, but sometimes, some behaviors and languages are different from others.

The envy of Song Fushou watching from the side was broken.

Eye-catching.

is not only envious of Qian Mishou, a cheap son who is very close to his cousin, but it is really like a father and son, not pretending.

There is also a cousin talking to his wife and daughter, from Song Fusheng's confidence in daring to let his daughter buy anything, to talking to his wife and daughter never loudly and noisy, that expression, appearance.

To be honest, he rarely saw this before, now, and now.

What others love to think, but Song Fusheng is very happy.

In the morning, there was a soft voice saying that you were working hard, hugging your neck, okay, this time you are energetic and full of energy.

"Slow down, slow down," Mi Shou beckoned his little hand and told his uncle to slow down and pay attention to safety.

After shouting worriedly, it became again: "Hurry up, hurry back." ”

Let my uncle get off work early, or he will panic.

Song Fuling squinted at Mi Shou: "......" a little sycophant.

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Song Fusheng, who went to work, really knew his daughter-in-law, and specially asked him to sleep first.

Do you think, set off at two o'clock in the middle of the night, where can you sleep this night?

Unfortunately, the instructions were useless.

First, Song Poria didn't sleep and helped light the fire.

The kang is cold, I'm afraid that my brother will catch a cold when he sleeps.

But she nodded sleepily while burning, and she really couldn't control her body's reaction.

Qian Peiying pulled her daughter and whispered: "Go into the house and sleep, the kang is already hot." ”

"Then mother, you sleep too."

"Okay, I'll poke the stove again."

Song Fuling and Mi Shou were covered with two layers of quilts, and they were sweating from head to head, but Qian Peiying still didn't enter the house.

She was in the yard, and the pressurized water well didn't dare to make much noise.

I was worried that the crunching sound of the well would be too loud and wake up my daughter, and her daughter should help her come out to work.

Her family Poria is sensible.

poured some hot water and brought it up to the well, Qian Peiying couldn't carry a bucket at a time, so she carried half a bucket and half a bucket, until the kitchen vat was filled with water.

Rubbing the sweat on his head with his sleeve, he went to clean up the things he brought from home.

Hey, Qian Peiying is worried, this house doesn't even have a cabinet.

This is really a pure sale.

Thanks to Lao Song who bought a large vat and brought a bucket from home, otherwise it would have been a problem for the family to draft water.

Let's put it this way, there is no dinner table at home, so it is conceivable that Lao Song and they squatted on the ground to eat with their rice bowls.

The only thing that this big house looks like a living house is that there is a clothesline in the house where you put your luggage, and without this clothesline, it is more like a place to run errands.

Song Fugui: I still pulled the rope, I.

Qian Peiying went out to find a few boards and simply set them up.

If you don't put it up, you can't do it, the chicken soup you brought, the pig's head meat given by Ren Gongxin, pickles, rice noodles, raw meat, don't let the rats harm you.

Then he started to clean up the stove again.

The mud stove itself is buried.

Who's brushing the pot? It seems that the stove is never cleaned up.

See? "This old Song," Qian Peiying said to herself:

"The salt and sugar that I brought from home were wrapped in paper. Then instruct you to turn around and pour it into the small jar. The small jar is ready for you, eh? As if they didn't see it, they wrapped it in paper. ”

After cleaning the kitchen briefly, the things that should be put away were also placed, and Qian Peiying took the rag and prepared to wipe the house.

Pick up the rag and smell it, "Oh my God, slimy, it's been a long time since I've washed it." ”

Song Fugui: I remember that I washed it, didn't I wash it?

Song Lingling woke up in a daze, went down to the kang to look around, and found her mother in another relatively large kang house.

"Mother, you didn't sleep?"

"Slept, squinted for a while. Come on, come and help me pull it. ”

"What is this for?"

"Measure the size and make them a kang mattress. As long as your father has a mattress, your eldest brother and they will lie directly on the kang mat. Alas, your aunt and aunt are busy earning money all day, and they don't know how to make mattresses for your brother Lang and Brother Huzi. Not to mention the iron head, not to mention the mattress, when you touch the quilt, there are pieces of it inside. ”

"Maybe they are reluctant to buy cotton, I heard Sister Peach Blossom say that now they are also covered with the quilt they begged for when they fled the famine. For a while, even if they have money, they are reluctant to buy it, and they are used to having a quilt. ”

Qian Peiying took a small notebook and wrote down what she was going to buy when she went out later, so as not to forget, and said: "So, I'll make it for them, it's not cold now, and when it's a cold day, how can I sleep on the kang mat directly." ”

The lady didn't go out until noon.

At the same time, Song Fusheng and the others were also about to eat during their lunch break, and the sushi was put on the table, and the office door was pushed open by Lord Wei.

Or did that person do it?

"No, it's my daughter this time."

Heck, you have a lot of tricks.