At the corner, a big basket appeared first.
Then I looked closely and found it was Su Siwei.
He had a cigarette in his mouth. Although his son was almost twenty, he still felt like a bohemian.
According to Su Qingfeng's inner slander, he is an old vegetable gang, and he is still pretending to be a smart person.
Dad, keep your focus.
Looking at his basket, Su Qingfeng could not help worrying again.
He went over and took advantage of Su Siwei's lack of response. He gathered together and saw a box full of eggs, as well as wild duck eggs that he did not know from which reed.
Su Qingfeng felt his forehead and was helpless.
"Dad, your son is rich now, and the family is getting up slowly. Why don't you wash your hands? I see you are so weak..."
As he spoke, he lowered his voice slightly. "If this is caught, it's really a big deal."
Su Siwei looked at him angrily and said, "Rich? Your monthly salary now tops 40 days, and you have to prepare to marry a wife and have a baby in the future. You don't have enough money for yourself, not to mention filling the old Su family, even for me and your mother."
This is pure bullshit.
In this era, 40 days a month is already a very good treatment. It's definitely not as outrageous as Su Siwei said.
But Su Qingfeng knew that he was just like a knife in the mouth and a bean curd in the heart. He urged him to learn how to save private houses in the future.
Sure enough, the next moment Su Siwei began to ramble:
"You make money, and I make money. Don't tell me that you will support your mother. Can this son support her as a man's wife? Besides, I'm just a son like you..."
Su Qingfeng's eyes were slightly bright, thinking that he was going to say something warm.
The next second, Su Siwei said coldly, "I'm your only son. If you don't like me in the future and give me a pension, I won't make money myself, then where can I cry? The backers will fall and everyone will run, right, son?"
Su Qingfeng tugged at the corner of his lips.
The father's thought was too advanced, and he was shocked.
He grabbed his hand and nodded in the yard, "Come on, you're right. Go inside first. By the way, you like to support yourself, so I won't help you move things."
Su Siwei, whose shoulders were sore from the heavy basket, swallowed the words for help.
However, he couldn't help smiling at the way Su Qingfeng opened the door for him.
A tough mouth and a soft heart.
When they came in, they were both careful. After all, Su Siwei's job was really unpopular.
It is estimated that in addition to Bai Jing, the old lady and the old man know something about it. As for others, they can hide it from each other.
After putting a basket of eggs in place, Su Siwei got a basin of water and began to scrub his body.
Su Qingfeng was also sweating when he was cooking before. In addition, the young man was very angry and relied on his strong physique to pour water thoroughly.
Just then, Bai Jing went into the yard with her cloth shoes on. Seeing the two men were wet, she frowned and went back to the room. She took a piece of cotton cloth sewn from leftover materials and carefully wiped Su Qingfeng's hair.
Her voice was slightly angry: "How old you are! You don't care about your body. Your hair is wet. You will sleep on your pillow when the time comes, and the moisture will enter your head. It will be uncomfortable when you get up tomorrow morning."
Su Siwei felt his wet hair, which was unbalanced.
His hair is wet too!
He looked at his daughter-in-law and Su Qingfeng.
Yes, I can't afford to offend.
He simply wiped the water and changed his clothes.
Then he found a book and made every move. He began to record the eggs and ducks and eggs collected today. Each family had several eggs and ducks and eggs. Then he would sell them in the town and earn some difference in price.
Every time, Su Siwei has to climb over several mountains to buy in other remote mountain villages.
In addition, over the years, the people he has been looking for are all acquaintances, and his mouth is not usually tight. His family has saved more money by relying on this egg. So far, although Su Siwei has not earned much, his profits are also very considerable.
Only in the last two years, first, it was for Deng Xiaoya to study; second, Bai Jing had an old disease and had to buy medicine every once in a while. Third, naturally, it was to prepare for her son's marriage.
In this way, the family can't save much money.
Fortunately, life is getting better and better now.
Thinking about this, Su Siwei seemed to drink cat urine, and whether his son was sleepy or not, he began to chatter happily.
"Cool breeze, it's not my father's boast. Although you work in the town, you just run back and forth in the canteen. You don't know as many people as my father."
Su Qingfeng dozed off while watching his father talking happily.
Su Siwei took out a cigarette, slowly took out a box of matches, flashed them bright, and lit the cigarette.
Su Siwei didn't see Bai Jing's nameless eyes when he swallowed the clouds and breathed the mist.
There is money to buy good cigarettes. It seems that there are many private houses saved
Su Qingfeng looked at his mother and his father, who was busy bragging. Seeing Bai Jing's eyes, he quickly showed a cute smile and pulled a zipper on his mouth to ensure that he would never tell the story.
He is on my side!
Bai Jing's smile became more gentle.
Su Siwei said, "In this job, it's impossible for you to rely on your skills alone. You have to learn from your father. He is smart, can see people, and can calculate."
He was afraid that Su Qingfeng would not believe him, so he gave some examples.
"There was a widow at the steel mill in the town who had never remarried since she lost her man. When I walked there before, people in that street praised her for her good temper, gentle personality, quick work, and she was a master of the family."
"Hiss..." Su Qingfeng felt that the strength on his scalp was heavier and took a breath.
He took a subconscious look at his mother and said nothing, but in his heart he silently mourned for Su Siwei for a while.
Su Siwei felt cold behind him. He thought it was a cold wind, but didn't care much about it, so he went on talking.
He only heard a sneer, "Soft temper? You see how widows can live in these days if they are not more shrewd? Son, remember to me that when you go out, don't offend three kinds of people - women, old people and children."
"I don't mean that the widow is bad, but if she has a good temper, I don't believe her first."
The strength on the scalp gradually weakens.
Su Qingfeng was also relieved.
After listening to this, he almost woke up, and could not help but raise a trace of curiosity, "Dad, what's the name of this widow?"
"Jiang Xia. By the way, don't beat her up..."
Su Qingfeng was speechless.
"Dad, people with heart, everything is dirty."
Su Siwei suddenly refused.
"Ah, you little boy, how did you talk?"
As soon as the words ended, Bai Jing went over with a smile and picked up his ear. "Su Siwei, I have something to tell you."
"Ow... Daughter in law, don't pull your ears, it hurts... I was wrong..."