Mei Huashen was in a dilemma, he couldn't leave at this time, and he didn't feel at ease if he let the old man go back alone.

The father and son were in a stalemate, and Mei Huaying came back.

After learning the reason for the stalemate between the two, he stopped the old man, "What's the use of you going to Ontario now?" The second uncle is gone, and the family in Ontario that should be divided is also divided. The letter sent by Ontario does not mean to let you go back, even if you really want to go back, you have to adjust the time of Rong Huashen. Otherwise, how can you go back alone? ”

Grandpa Mei will also calm down this time, and it is not good for him to go back alone.

"That's okay, Hua Shen went to transfer time to accompany me back, I was busy all day long, and it was time to take a vacation. But go back and go back, the telegram still has to be filmed, let the old immortal pay me back! ”

Mei Huashen, "......"

"People have used all their money, how can they pay it back?" Mei Huaying asked with a smile.

"Who wrote the letter ......"

Mei Huashen said, "Little wine." ”

"Yes, didn't she return all the wine? She can, and so can I. Go, send me to shoot a telegram, I send money back, so that she can improve the lives of the children, send the children to study, 20 yuan a month is according to the standard of five yuan per room, who let her swallow it privately? Swallow it and spit it it out for me! ”

Grandpa Mei was so angry that he wanted to beat people, "No wonder the second child didn't send a letter when he died, he was afraid that we would go back and know what she had done!" ”

"I'll take a telegram for you, you don't need to make a trip yourself." Mei Huashen said helplessly, "It's time to send money again, do you want to send it yet?" ”

"Send a fart, send? Send it back so that she is lazy to do? After Grandpa Mei finished speaking, he suddenly thought of something, "No, send, what kind of wine, isn't she living alone with her three younger brothers?" You send her the money. The other three rooms have jobs and jobs, and those who have adults have adults, don't worry about it, give her all the money. You wire the money to the past, don't send the letter, lest a few little babies have no money in hand and go hungry. ”

Mei Hua was silent and didn't remind him that there was a story in the small wine letter that he could receive more than 30 yuan a month.

But he said, "You give her the money, aren't you afraid that the second aunt will know and make trouble with her?" Don't do bad things with good intentions. ”

"If she has the courage to take her brother out and live by herself, she will be able to keep the money. You just have to pay it and send me my ticket too. "His tickets are all valid for the whole country.

"Okay, I'll go tomorrow."

Grandpa Mei looked at his daughter again, "And you, aren't you a bunch of clothes and shoes that can't be worn?" And your unused books, send them back? Still use me to teach you? ”

Mei Huaying, "......"

She just went back to her parents' house, why was she robbed?

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, I'll send it when I get back, okay?"

"Don't ink."

“……”

After receiving Mei Huaying's repeated assurances, Mei Liangping gave up. can think of my brother dead, and my heart is very uncomfortable, that old immortal, this kind of big thing is not told to him, it's really annoying!

——

Red River Production Team

"Ringing bells... Ringbell ......"

Mei Qingjiu was doing the laundry when he heard the sound of a bicycle.

She looked up and saw the postman's bicycle.

She only thought that there was a letter from the brigade headquarters, but the person called her name, "Mei Qingjiu, there is your remittance slip." ”

"Mine? Comrade, are you mistaken? "Who's going to send her money?

"Make no mistake, the West Team of the Red River Production Brigade of Qingshan Commune, Huaiyang County, Meiqing Wine."

It's really hers, Mei Qingjiu wiped her hands, and when she arrived, the postman said, "Southern Province sent it over." ”