Quick Transmigration: Always Just a Passerby

Chapter 465 My Cousin is the White Moonlight of Our Time (Part 6)

And his two sons.

They have a keen eye and love to gossip behind people's backs.

So every month, the two brothers would get together and have a meal together with their families.

People who don't know them say they have a good relationship.

Actually, they were just having fun, exchanging information and gossiping about things in and around the village.

As for the second son in the middle.

His family supported him through his studies, and once he found a job, he cut off all contact with his family.

The excuse was that he had married into the family.

Be filial to your father-in-law and mother-in-law.

Old Man Song felt a chill in his heart.

After refusing the second son's request for money for the wedding, the second son of the Song family used this as an excuse to gradually lose contact with his hometown.

This shows that he had a good grasp of Old Man Song's personality.

Otherwise, people from my hometown might cause trouble in the city.

Song Lao Er will inevitably have to pay his pension every month.

Song Ping thought her grandmother was quite formidable, managing to tolerate such a son. It seemed she was hoping to gain favor in the future.

How can this be possible?

She's going into town tonight to meet her second uncle.

Unaware of his granddaughter's thoughts, Old Man Song slammed the door shut behind him, not giving Song Yinyin and the educated youth behind her a chance to peek out.

The three approached the courtyard wall one after the other.

Old Man Song's eyesight is failing, but his nose is perfectly fine.

The unpleasant odor emanating from Song Yinyin and the educated youth made her pitiful expression on her face look like she was constipated.

Whoops.

It hurts your eyes and nose.

I don't know if it will affect my meal later.

It turned out that the educated youth had to suspend their group activities because of bird droppings.

Don't Have

In other words, Uni's family was poor.

He brought nothing from home when he went to the countryside, so he could only spend all his time by Song Yinyin's side, carrying her sedan chair, sticking his neck out, washing dishes, and helping to shift blame...

I'm really busy.

However, he didn't do any farm work.

"Old man Song... How could you treat Yinyin like this! This is sexism!"

That's unfair! We're going to go to the Women's Federation!

Anyone who didn't know better would think Yin Yin had no relatives or friends!

“You Zhiqing is right!”

"eccentric"

"Find the Women's Federation"

The male educated youth who played the straight man at the end was like a broken record, and Song Zhong, who was perched on the wall, almost burst out laughing when he saw it.

Old Man Song picked at his ear without saying a word.

You just can't pay attention to this educated youth, the more you talk to her, the more troublesome she becomes, doesn't she get tired of talking?

"You ￥%@￥%￥..."

Song Yinyin occasionally showed a sad expression.

The meaning was crystal clear.

Song Ping got goosebumps even through the wall.

"Grandma, Grandma, please heal them..."

Song Chong wholeheartedly agreed and offered suggestions.

"Song Shi, go take a piss and bring it over."

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Song Ping's grandmother rejected Song Zhong's suggestive suggestion.

Song Wanzhi handed over a basket of chili peppers that he had prepared to eat.

Old Man Song heard the knocking and instinctively stepped aside.

The three people chatting incessantly by the wall looked up and saw the insect that Song Ping's grandmother had deliberately exposed, along with a pair of twigs and chopsticks holding the insect...

Yuni's mouth was wide open.

I suspect that the old woman might not dare to throw it away.

As a result, Song Ping gently shook her hand, and the insect fell towards where there were people.

Yuni finally realized she was scared.

He covered his head and ran.

He was shouting as he ran.

"Aaaaaah! Help! The Song family has killed someone!"

There were no preferential treatments.

Song Yinyin had no choice but to leave reluctantly.

Song Yinyin came here today with the intention of taking a chance, even if there was no guarantee of success.

Ugh.

The Song family is still too hard-hearted.

Her dad probably inherited those traits from those two old folks.

Having gained nothing, the next stop is to go back and soothe my stomach.

When Song Yinyin ran home, her thoughts had already drifted to her biological father, and she felt it was necessary for her to ask for leave to go back and ask for some living expenses.

If Yuni finds out...

Yuni will definitely carry Song Yinyin back overnight.

Make more money.

Making money is the real business.

After all, the Song family couldn't get a single penny.

If it were a few years earlier, Song Shi would still be young.

They might even be able to try out what urine and mud feel like.

See your mission objectives.

The bird, which had been hiding in the shadows, suddenly appeared.

Once a week is impossible; once a day is more like it.

The bird said: It and its siblings are extremely dedicated.

Yuni, being the most talkative, was the first to be attacked, her mouth coming into close contact with bird droppings.

Even Song Yinyin's face, which doesn't tan easily, was forced to apply a bird droppings face mask.

Modern coffee includes civet coffee.

There were bird droppings face masks back in the day.

Song Ping stood behind Old Man Song, who had just entered the room, and chuckled.

Song Zhong also chimed in with a few "hehs".

Song Qian rolled her eyes at the two of them.

"Song Ping, come on, let's go pick that one."

I don't get involved in the insect-related matters at home.

After all, the family doesn't need the three of them to cook today.

Beside the stove.

Song Guoqiang didn't mind the heat.

It's incredibly close to Boss Song.

He then recounted what he had heard from others about the three and a half people in the Fu family in the next production team.

"The three members of the Fu family are really healthy. I heard they've been eating mud, and they're still alive..."

"Did anyone in the city really eat dragon liver and phoenix marrow?"

"..."

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Rong Xiaoshu learned that Song Ping and the others were going to pick March roses.

No matter how I looked at it, I couldn't stand the lush grass growing in the production team.

Not sweet enough.

Change, change, change.

“￥%%￥”

(Make sure to produce plenty of grain and take over this hill as soon as possible, my little ones, do you all hear me?)

"@￥%￥@"

(Okay, okay)

(We have an incredibly high reproductive rate!)

(Would you like some beef-flavored fruit?)

(No! No! No bad things! No bad things!)

(Oh oh oh)

The banyan sapling quickly replaced all the lush greenery in this area.

When Song Qian pulled the person over.

I even wondered if I was seeing things.

She saw so many at noon? She must have been seeing things.

behind her.

Song Chong is a worrier even at a young age.

She used one hand to block her sister Song Ping from getting closer.

I only felt relieved after tapping the area with a twig to make sure there were no snakes.

Song Qian covered her chest with both hands, feeling that she was being treated differently again.

"Xiao Chong, are you the older sister or is she the older sister?"

Song Chong didn't even look up at her.

"Sister Qian, it's not that you can't call me sister if you want."

With nimble fingers weaving, a simple little basket began to take shape.

Song Ping, unusually, did not join in the sisters' "casual chat".

One, two, three...

Some were placed on leaves, while others went into their own mouths.

Song Qian was also a little tempted by the sweet smell of the fruit.

Then he started stuffing food into his mouth, one bite at a time.

This...this...Song Qian felt that the most delicious fruit she had ever eaten in her life was today.

"Song Ping, how can you say anything when it's so delicious..."

She took a long time to utter the word "sound".

Song Ping was so focused on his work that his hands moved so fast that he could even grab a handful and stuff it into his mouth.

Damn, my competitive spirit is kicking in.

Song Qian tried to imitate Song Ping's rhythm.

Unsuccessful.

The three-person fruit-picking team finally settled down.

But that's not the end of it.

Before dinner.

After tasting the fruit, the Song family learned that there was still a large area left, and the whole table of people ate their meal absentmindedly.