Chapter 637 Calculation and Family Affection

It turns out that the Xu family has only this one treasure, and he is usually the first one to come to the house for any delicious food.

This also cultivated Xu Shengli's somewhat "independent" character.

But this time Jiuer didn't indulge him. Instead, she scolded him with a straight face: "This is not for you to eat. This is for your father to treat his eyes."

Xu Shengli still wanted to make a fuss, but when he saw his mother's face, he shut up.

Xu Damao naturally felt his son's grievance, but he held the egg and said with a smile: "Dad will peel the shell for you. Dad's eyes are fine. They will be fine after a good sleep."

"Just apply it when I tell you to. Why are you talking so much nonsense? I've saved some for my son. I'll give it to him after it cools down." Jiuer wasn't very gentle, but she meant it from the bottom of her heart.

Xu Damao laughed foolishly at his wife, but he obediently peeled the shell and rolled it on his face while it was still hot.

"Hiss... I was thinking whether I should give it another try. I'll grab a few bottles of wine and go to the homes of those big guys.

……

嘶

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If it really doesn't work out, I'll apply for a transfer to the cinema and we'll move in with Dad.

hiss!……"

"Why should my family move?" Jiuer felt Xu Damao's surrender. It was because of this that Xu Damao was willing to give up the work-for-hire opportunity he had fought so hard for and continue to work as a projectionist in the cinema.

Xu Damao looked at Jiuer blankly. Jiuer's eyes were slightly red, but she still said stiffly: "Everyone said it's okay, and Butcher Song doesn't care.

If we run away in a hurry, won’t people think we are guilty? "

"Wife, I..." Xu Damao was really moved by Jiuer's dedication.

If we continue to live here, Jiuer will definitely be the one who gets hurt the most.

For Butcher Song, there was nothing he could do about it as he was of poor condition and ugly and failed to marry Xiu'er.

At that time, he had no roof over his head and even had trouble feeding himself, let alone getting married.

Now he is willing to marry Xiu'er, and Xiu'er is willing to marry him. They are both still young and can have children.

Whether the child Xiu'er brought was Xu Damao's or someone else's, it made no difference to Butcher Song.

As for Xiu'er, she had no choice. After her parents-in-law died, her husband didn't survive.

With such good conditions as Butcher Song, willing to give her a home and accept everything about her, what can she choose?

Not to mention a country widow like Xiu'er (that was the actual situation at the time, no contempt intended), even if it was Qin Huairu, if the butcher Song told her now to merge their two families into one, she would probably agree.

Apart from anything else, if she marries Song the butcher, her family will never lack for money.

In fact, the whole hospital meeting after the Chinese New Year was a test on the matter of Song the Butcher.

Only Jiuer would be stimulated every time she saw that child.

Life is like this, it's all fucked up.

Time passed slowly, and under Yan Jiecheng's ultimatum, Yan Bugui finally spent a huge sum of twenty yuan to find a wife for Yan Jiecheng.

Talk about a wife, marriage, and it will be done within a week.

It goes without saying that Yan Jiecheng had a wonderful wedding night, and it goes without saying that Yan Bugui completed the most important event in his life.

After all, it will be a little more difficult in the future!

For the time being, the Yan family arranged for the eldest son and his wife to live in a side room.
Yan Bugui plans to buy a public back house in the front yard in the future.

In fact, this is not difficult and the price is not expensive, only one hundred and twenty yuan.

But Yan Bugui has spent too much money on Yan Jiecheng during this period.

He felt really bad, and once he felt bad, he started calculating again, thinking of asking Yan Jiecheng to pay in installments. Now Yan Jiecheng was a regular employee, earning only over 20 yuan a month, and he had to pay 10 yuan for food every month. His wife was not from the city, so she didn't have a fixed amount, so Yan Bugui asked for an extra 3 yuan.

Now he proposed two more plans to Yan Jiecheng, which completely frustrated Yan Jiecheng, who was also a calculating person.

This was the first time that Yan Jiecheng slammed the table at Yan Bugui after their marriage. Since he got married, although his wife Wu Hong was ordinary-looking and not as pretty as Yu Liran and Qiuye, she was young and healthy after all. In fact, Yan Jiecheng was quite satisfied with her.

But this time Yan Jiecheng was really mad at his father, and he angrily said: "Dad, you and mom gave birth to me and raised me, and it would be unacceptable for me not to show my filial piety to you two if I have the ability.

But now my husband and I only have 13 yuan for living expenses.

For the whole grain steamed buns with pickles that we have for breakfast and dinner at home, I would cook it myself and it wouldn't cost me even five dollars.

Do you recognize this?

Before I get married, I will give you all the money I have except two dollars a month for pocket money.
You agree with this, right?
Isn’t that money enough to buy a back house?

You still want us to pay you rent?

Still paying in installments?
You...you..."

Yan Bugui took a sip of the "water wine" slowly and calmly and said: "The truth cannot be understood without explanation, and the principle cannot be fully understood without explanation.

Boss, since you want to settle the score, then I will settle it with you.

Your mother and I raised you until you were eighteen. How much did it cost...

Now that you have the ability, would you like to help us share some of the pressure?
Not only you, but also the second and third children, after they graduate and start working, they must pay us ten dollars every month.

You eat at home, live at home, and still save your own money. Isn't that inappropriate? ..."

Ok!

Other people's fathers and sons argue about family inheritance and family relationships.
The Yan family always argues about trivial matters like this, even how many more sheets of toilet paper Wu Hong uses every day is brought up for discussion.

Wu Hong's face turned red with embarrassment.

This time, Yan Jiecheng was completely defeated. He agreed to let Yan Bugui pay three yuan per month as an installment.

Yan Bugui achieved his wish and finally said with a smile: "You can eat as much as you want, you can wear as much as you want, and you won't be poor forever.

You guys are still too young.

Even though our family is in financial difficulty, if we save a little here and a little there, we can save enough money to do big things, right?
I plan to take down the second-hand bicycle from the principal's house by the end of the year.

By that time, our family will be the first in our courtyard to own a car."

"Wasn't the Xu family the first to own a car?" The one asking the question was the second son, Yan Jiefang.

"His is public property." Yan Bugui was still proud.

"The He family was the first to buy it." Yan Jiekuang also deliberately made trouble.

"The He family has moved out of the yard, and we are still the first family." Yan Bugui continued to argue.

"Sister Shumiao also has a bicycle." The little girl Yan Jiedi said with envy.

"The Guo family is just staying here temporarily! Well, let's not talk about this anymore. Our family will have a bicycle eventually." Yan Bugui was at his wit's end and hurriedly changed the subject.

It should be said that although there were conflicts in the Yan family, they were still happy.

Yan Bugui always adheres to the principle of equality when communicating with his children.

But things soon changed. The Xu family did not get a house this year, but appeared on the list of people to be allocated housing in the first half of next year.

The Xu family didn't explode, but the Yan family did.

Yan Bugui slapped his thigh in anger, because if the Yan family could wait for half a year, they might be able to take over the vacant house of the Xu family.

(End of this chapter)