The three of them didn't take Mi Shou seriously.

Coax the baby back to find Sizhuang: "Go, let Sizhuang hold you and line up, and my uncle and aunt will come in a while." ”

Song Fusheng also waved his hand at Sizhuang, and after he finished, he motioned to his daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law to follow, wanting to find a corner to talk to.

Si Zhuang walked over and squatted down to hug Mi Shou.

Mi Shou pushed him with his small hand, not letting him hug him, and frowned at the three people who threw him down again.

"Sizhuang, no wonder my grandfather said that my uncle is a poor ghost."

"Sizhuang, my uncle is very good to me, isn't he? You don't know that I secretly drank a lot of sweets, which were fed by my uncle. ”

"Sizhuang, grandfather said that people will change. But? My uncle is getting better and better for me, but my grandfather didn't say what to do if I get better. ”

It's so difficult, alas, five-year-old Qian Mishou is entangled.

To put it bluntly, Old Man Qian's words brought out the catastrophe in the face of the catastrophe, so that Mi Shou only believed in Qian Peiying. said that Song Fusheng was not reliable, according to his previous performance.

Although Mi Shou is young and can't hear very thoroughly, Xiaowa has an intuition and can feel the dislike and distrust of his uncle in his grandfather's tone.

Especially after so many changes have happened to him, who is good and who is bad, Qian Mishou seems to be able to understand it with his big black and white eyes.

Just like Mrs. Ma couldn't treat him in the early stage, he just slipped aside and didn't come to Mrs. Ma.

Just like Lu Pan is a general, mighty and inviolable, he is a stranger, but Qian Mishou has an intuition, if he is honest and sincere enough, he will ask Lu Pan for another egg, and Lu Pan can give it to him.

Now, his full intuition has overwhelmed Old Man Qian's instructions before his death, he feels that his uncle is a good uncle, and his grandfather may be wrong. Along the way, passing by the places he was afraid of, he only felt solid when he was lying on Song Fusheng's shoulder.

"Oh, you hug me."

Sizhuang bent down and hugged Mi Shou.

Qian Mishou pointed into the distance, and said in a milky voice: "Go find them." ”

The horns are in full swing, and the three of them are urgently talking.

Song Fuling whispered with a breath: "Let's give gifts, don't give away eye-catching ones, don't think about cigarettes and alcohol, it's easy to be self-defeating, and it's even more suspicious that you are sending us to serve in the conscription." Mother, I remember you had a gold bracelet? ”

Qian Peiying patted her head violently, and nodded again and again after patting: "Yes, yes, your father bought it more than ten years ago, and I forgot if you didn't say it, at that time, three golds and four golds were popular." Well? Old Song, how many grams are there in that bracelet? You are like this, you go in, we cover up, you put the gold bracelet, as if there are gold rings and earrings in the box, it should be put together, you take them out. ”

Song Fuling: "Dad, there is a jujube red flannel box under my bedside table, which also has the red thread worn and gold beads that were popular during the Chinese New Year a few years ago, you cut the rope and take out the gold beads." This? Together, these two pieces of gold ......"

"Uncle!"

The three of them were frightened.

I just saw Mi Shouteng Tengteng running over from not far away, and he grabbed Song Fusheng's hand and left: "You come, you come with me, aunt?" Sister! ”

In a more hidden place, Sizhuang is responsible for releasing the wind.

Qian Mishou had to ask Song Fusheng to squat, and he had to look directly at the kind of eye to eye: "Do you want to use a lot of silver?" If you don't give it, will it be very bad? ”

Song Fusheng said: "No, don't worry, my uncle will want to recruit." Even if he finishes thinking about the move, it is still very bad, and the uncle can become a small leader of the military household. Uncle will definitely let us Mi Shou study, in the future, when you are admitted to the Jinshi, we will ......"

Qian Mishou waved his hand: "Don't talk about the future," after speaking, he untied the small burden he had been carrying.

Five minutes later, the modern family of three was stunned.

Song Fuling: Oh my God, what I pillow every day is actually a golden cake. Sandwich one in a brick core, a palm-sized thin gold cake.

Qian Peiying: My ancient father, you shouldn't have left so early, you were so good to me, we didn't have a day of filial piety.

Song Fusheng didn't like the glutinous rice bricks at all to be sour and smelly, he first bit the gold cake with his teeth, and then weighed the weight with both hands, his face was full of incredulity.

Helping to carry it for so long, I didn't find that there was another mystery inside, are they mallets? No wonder Mi Shou doesn't let others help with the baggage.

Song Fusheng watched left and right, afraid that someone would find out, so he hurriedly handed two pieces of gold cakes to his daughter.

Song Fuling also reacted quickly, pretending to pack a bag, and threw it directly into the space.

Then Song Fusheng picked up the oiled paper bags that fell out of each of the two bricks.

The oil paper bag, layer after layer, also seems to be peeling off Song Fusheng's heart, and his heart is pounding.

When the answer was revealed, Song Fusheng was shocked: what did his father-in-law do when he was young, you must know that his father-in-law also bought those stores that he couldn't move.

Just look at the top of the paper that says: Jiayou Bao banknote.

Small print on the side: how many numbers are the number of heavenly characters.

The middle line is written vertically: Pay the city money with the face of the ticket, five hundred taels, silver.

Two silver tickets, these are two silver tickets that can be exchanged by more than a dozen provinces in Beijing.

Song Fusheng swallowed his saliva violently in his throat and eyes, and sat on the ground with a fart.

"Uncle, isn't it enough?"

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