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Chapter 89 Don’t be a prodigal son 17(2)
Dong said happily: “Finally, I can go back to my hometown.” If you can’t go to the capital, you can go back to your hometown.
Zhang Yuemei shook her head, and said again: “Your uncle also bought a radio for you, saying that it is for you to listen to English.”
Song Dongdong looked around happily: “Where is where?”
The next day, the neighbors saw that the children of the Song family had been replaced with new ones from head to toe, and couldn’t help asking: “The family has become rich, and the children have bought new clothes and shoes?”
Zhang Yuemei said with a smile: “They are all staying in the compound. Where is the chance to make a fortune? It’s not the children. His uncle said that he made some money from translating manuscripts and bought them for the children. Not only did he buy clothes, shoes, schoolbags, but also The radio is for them to listen to English, you said his uncle also bought the radio, why buy so many clothes and shoes? Waste of money.”
When the neighbor heard her words, he couldn’t believe it: “Your brother-in-law really bought it and sent it here?”
Zhang Yuemei said angrily: “Why am I lying to you? It’s not that you don’t know that our family can save money as much as possible. After such a long time, the child will not let him buy a schoolbag. No matter what the schoolbag I made I can recite the same. How can I be willing to buy so many things for them?”
When the neighbor heard it, she said jealously, “Your uncle is generous.”
Zhang Yuemei agrees: “He has always been quite generous.”
Looking back now, although my brother-in-law is spoiled by his mother-in-law, he is really generous.
During the summer vacation, Song Cun and Luo Huan returned to their hometown. During this time, he earned a lot of money. Even Luo Huan earned more than two hundred yuan by writing manuscripts. Both of them were not short of money, and they also had tickets , Thinking that it was rare to go back from the capital, I bought a set of clothes for each of the children in the family. The eldest sister, the second sister, the second brother Song, and the two brothers-in-law have children. There are more than a dozen children, and it costs a few dollars just to buy clothes. A hundred yuan, and gifts from both parents, I bought a lot of miscellaneous things.
At home, the eldest sister, second sister, second brother, and father-in-law and mother-in-law all came, but the two brothers-in-law didn’t come, but their children all came. Now it’s all right, every child has put on new clothes, and they are crazy in the yard. It was noisy, and people from the village came to watch the excitement.
When her son and daughter-in-law came back, Song’s mother was very happy. The policy was relaxed this year. She raised chickens, ducks and geese. She was busy killing chickens and ducks. What kind of fire is a college student burning with a pen? Get out, get out, your sister is here.”
Song Cun said with a smile: “Mother, I used to be a chef in a state-run restaurant. Besides, I haven’t come back for such a long time. I have a lot to say to my mother. Just let me light the fire.”
Song’s mother didn’t drive him out, and said with a smile: “You said, you kid, can you save some money? Why buy us a radio? Your father is holding on to the radio all day long. There is less work to do.”
Song Cun said: “It’s okay to do less work in the field. I still want to take you to the capital. Anyway, the capital also bought a house.”
Mother Song waved her hand, “It’s okay to go to the capital to have a look, I’m not used to staying in the capital all the time.”
Song Cun said with a smile: “Mother, if I work in the capital in the future, don’t you and father miss me?”
Mother Song frowned after thinking about it: “You want to work in the capital, and your father and I really have to go with you. When you have children in the future, I don’t have to take care of them. Otherwise, you will all go to work, who will take care of the children?”
Song Cun: “That makes sense.”