Song Qingtian whispered something in Song Xifeng's ear, and Song Xifeng fully understood at this moment.

Knowing Song Dongmei's thoughts, Song Xifeng said: "Dongmei, don't worry, no matter when the third brother gets married, if you meet the right one, you get married first, and the third brother won't blame you for grabbing the third brother." ”

"The third brother is so good, but what about the fourth brother?"

"You can rest assured about the fourth brother's affairs, what about his studies, if he is admitted to college, he still has four years of college study, and he will be a commercial grain city household registration in the future, so he will not affect you."

"If I knew that the third brother thought like this, I wouldn't have persuaded our mother to agree with Aunt Chrysanthemum."

"You ......"

Song Xifeng has nothing to say, this girl is really a headache, she is always blindly mixing other people's things.

Song Dongmei saw that the third brother's face was not good again, and her wish was fulfilled, so she took the opportunity and slipped away.

Song Qingtian saw that there were no outsiders, so he told Qin Xiaoyun that he saw Yang Yuting knock Song Dongmei unconscious.

Song Xifeng was stunned, "Is there really such a thing?" Then why didn't Dongmei say it? Did she fall in love with the little white face of Widow Yao's house? The two of them got along? ”

"I think it should be that Yuting and my sister-in-law reached some kind of agreement, so my sister-in-law didn't say it."

"Do you mean that Yuting deceived Dongmei and said that she would give Zhao Gengju to Dongmei, so Dongmei didn't reveal the truth of the facts?"

"Or else? Can't you see my sister-in-law's temperament? She can't hide anything in her heart, if it weren't for Yuting instilling something in her sister-in-law, her sister-in-law would be able to think of getting married, and thinking that if you don't get married, it will affect her? ”

Song Xifeng was a little worried, "Widow Yao's little white face is unreliable, what does Dongmei look like, can that little white face take a fancy to her?" Even to the point of talking about marriage? Yuting seems to be deceiving Dongmei. ”

Yang Xiulian finished cleaning up, heard this scene, and also said: "Just now Dongmei was in the yard, and I asked the people from Zhaojiawan when they would come to collect the loaches. ”

Zhao Gengju is still in school, he doesn't catch loaches, and he won't come to sell loaches in terms of time, Song Dongmei must have a deep meaning when he asks this, but what is it?

For a moment, the three of them fell into thought.

Song Qingtian said: "Third uncle, you can put the matter of Dongmei first, and talk to grandma about your thoughts at night." ”

"What do you say, what if I don't agree? Anyway, the contracts for the mass grave were signed. ”

In order to ease the atmosphere, Song Qingtian deliberately quipped: "Third uncle, as long as the contract for the mass grave is in hand, there is no need to compromise Uncle Zu Hui and Aunt Chrysanthemum, and even betray the hue, hahaha." ”

"That's not it, those two days were really annoying, now it's okay, since I don't want to, I'll tell them clearly."

Song Xifeng was amused, and after a hearty laugh, he casually chatted about the loaches and went home.

Tonight is destined to be an extraordinary night.

The young people of the new era represented by Song Xifeng and the old-fashioned people represented by Mrs. Song are about to start a fierce struggle.

Song Youde and Song Dongmei, father and daughter, will witness this turning point in history with their own eyes as spectators.

"Mom, even if you agreed to Aunt Chrysanthemum, I still resolutely disagree to go on a blind date."

Song Xifeng's eyes were firm and his words were bright.

"The third child, if you don't agree, you have to agree, my mother has never regretted what she promised to others in her life."

Mrs. Song is full of words and will never back down.

"You are in charge without my consent, this is a feudal arranged marriage, how many years have you been emancipated, and you are still so conservative!"

Song Xifeng pointed to the key points and compared the old and new societies.

"What's wrong with the arranged marriage, isn't your father and I having an arranged marriage? Didn't we live a lifetime together, didn't we have six of you brothers and sisters? ”

Mrs. Song is reasonable and well-founded, and speaks with facts.

"Mom, I still have to study, I want to go to university, some people wanted to go to college and didn't have a chance before, but now that the college entrance examination has resumed, I can't miss the opportunity."

Song Xifeng is a young man with ideals, these words are enough to prove it.

"The third, your father and I have been studying for you all these years, of course I want you to be admitted to college, when you and the fourth child were born, the fortune teller said that our family's ancestral grave was smoking, and I regarded you and the fourth child as the hope of our old Song family, but studying in college has nothing to do with the introduction object, right?"

Mrs. Song's eloquence was enough to make Song Xifeng look at him differently, and he even doubted whether his own mother was an intellectual.

Of course, Mrs. Song is not an intellectual, and she does not have such a clear organization and logical thinking, which were taught to Mrs. Song by Liu Juhua.

Liu Juhua is a rural woman, without the guidance of her husband Song Zuhui, this level cannot reach such a height.

Song Xifeng is facing three enemies at the moment, three enemies who synthesize their thoughts.

Song Xifeng suddenly remembered what Song Qingtian said last night, and had a new idea in his heart.

"Mom, if I am admitted to university, it will be a commercial grain hukou, a city person, and an iron rice bowl, if you let me find a country woman, my child, your grandson, will become a country man in the future, if I find a city woman, double income, our child, your grandson, born with a city hukou, you calculate that it is so cost-effective?"

Liu Juhua didn't teach herself the answer to this question, Mrs. Song was at a loss for a moment, what her son said was very reasonable.

Song Xifeng saw that there was a drama and continued to increase his firepower.

"Mom, think about it again, if I have a city hukou, I still can't find a suitable woman to be a wife, right? Aunt Chrysanthemum just wants to cling to us, you can't see through her thoughts, I don't understand yet, you were deceived by her. Mom, you're not a fool, how can you be fooled casually? ”

Mrs. Song's brows were tightly locked, and the wrinkles could kill mosquitoes.

"Mom, now there are two situations, one is, I got married to Aunt Chrysanthemum's niece, I was admitted to college, assigned a job, married her niece, and then I worked in the field, her niece lived with you at home, our husband and wife have been separated for a long time, the relationship will be weak, she is unhappy, and she will definitely trouble you if she is fine, you say that you are angry every day, can you bear it? Even though I feel sorry for you, it doesn't help if I can't be by your side all the time, you still have to continue to live with your anger.

If I marry a man from the city, and we both have a salary, I will take the extra money to filial you, and I will take you to the city to see, live in the city, and my daughter-in-law will not see you much, she will be very affectionate to you, buy you things, buy clothes and food, and honor your old man. ”

Song Xifeng admired himself after speaking, how could he play so well tonight, of course, this is indispensable to Song Qingtian's prompt.

The winner of this primary battle was Song Xifeng, and it ended with a complete defeat for Mrs. Song.

The battle of the intermediate level is about to begin.

It was Song Youde who played in this battle, and after listening to the conversation between Song Xifeng and Mrs. Song, he kept frowning, but he felt that he still had confidence in dealing with his son.

After all, Song Youde has crossed more bridges than Song Xifeng has walked.

"Third child, I heard what you just said, it makes sense. However, if you promise someone else's words, you can't break your word, the play book says that a gentleman's word is difficult to chase, and the man of the old Song family is not the kind of person who does not believe in his words, even if your mother agrees, you, as a son, must bear your mother's responsibility, right? ”

Song Youde's words were impeccable, and Song Xifeng could only nod.

"Third child, there is another question you have thought about now, Song Zuhui is the village head, that is, we are not trustworthy and shirk this marriage, what will happen in the future? Song Zuhui asked you to introduce you to you again and again, and his wife came to the door in person, so she must have made up her mind. Our family agreed again, if you regret it, can Song Zuhui feel comfortable? He is the village chief, a person who wants to save face, if you let him have no face like this, people will take advantage of our shortcomings and give us small shoes to wear. In the future, if we divide the land and give us the difference, the grain will deduct our grain moisture and impurities, and a small action can make us unbearable. ”

Jiang is old and spicy, Song Youde's words are reasonable, and they can't be distinguished.

But Song Xifeng was puzzled, "Dad, Song Zuhui is the village head, but he is not as extreme as you say, right?" ”

"Third child, don't you know this person, my father is more than ten years older than him, it can be said that I watched him grow up, this person is a smiling tiger, and his heart is vicious. In 60 years, we had a famine in southern Henan Province, there was no harvest, the bark and grass roots were eaten, and many people starved to death, Song Zuhui was the third brother of the family at that time, the eldest starved to death, his mother found a little corn from the mouse hole, boiled the corn paste for their brothers to drink, in order to survive, Song Zuhui snatched away his brother's corn paste, and drank all the corn paste by himself, and his mother watched his brother starve to death. What kind of good person can a person who can do his own hands and feet? ”

Song Xifeng felt creepy after hearing this, how could Song Zuhui be that kind of person?

Maybe it was the famine years that such a scene appeared, or maybe it was the most evil manifestation of human weakness, Song Xifeng always felt that no matter when, flesh and blood could not kill each other.

"Later, Song Zuhui was the only one left alive in his family, he ate hundreds of meals in the village, wore hundreds of clothes, and Song Mazi's father also took care of him, but how did Song Mazi's father die, you should know, right?"

Song Mazi is Song Bo, when his father died, Song Xifeng had the impression that he seemed to hang himself, and remembered in a trance that Song Zuhui reported that Song Mazi's father was a bourgeoisie when he was in the first life of the Cultural Revolution.

Actually, it was because Song Mazi and his father secretly went to the town to sell a chicken in order to treat Song Mazi for smallpox.

After listening to Song Youde's words, Song Xifeng felt a chill down his spine, but he didn't expect Song Zuhui to be such a person.

Song Xifeng was completely crushed by Song Youde's words.

"Dad, then you mean ......"

"Promise first, and then talk about the situation."