Chapter eight hundred and twentieth eight nonsense not to say
"Are there any dumplings left? We came back to eat dumplings with plenty of belly left."
At the dinner table tonight, when Song Siyang learned that Li Jingming was Su Zhanpeng's son-in-law, he felt a mixture of sadness and joy.
Fortunately, Su Zhanpeng found a good son-in-law, but sadly, Li Jingming may never be his godson again.
Li Jingming toasted Liang Shan to express his gratitude. Liang Shan was not a drinker, but today they were all acquaintances. He was happy, so he drank a few more glasses with Li Jingming.
"Master Liang, I have worked hard for you during this time. Please forgive me for my poor hospitality."
"You are too polite. As long as I am responsible, I have to take it seriously."
The places Liang Shan usually went to were not very wealthy. When he went to the construction site, he would eat a big pot of rice with everyone. But it was different here with Li Jingming. The two of them took care of his food and daily life in such a way every day, for which he was still grateful.
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"This is a little thought prepared by our villagers for you. Master Wangliang, please accept it."
After Li Jingming finished his toast, he handed a red envelope to Liang Shan with both hands.
Liang Shan pointed at Li Jingming and laughed twice.
"You kid, no wonder Lao Song wants to recognize you as his godson.
I'm afraid this red envelope is your own money, right?"
Liang Shan held the red envelope in his hand and weighed it.
Although I don’t know how much money is inside, but judging from the weight of the red envelope, it should be quite a lot.
"Master Liang, you really think highly of me. I am just a small carpenter. Where did I get so much money to give you? This is really what the village party secretary entrusted me to give you."
Li Jingming said seriously, and Liang Shan smiled again and adjusted the frames of his glasses.
"Okay, do you think I don't know what medicine you are selling in your gourd?
This morning I walked around the river embankment and happened to meet your village party secretary. He came to me and apologized, saying that the villagers had collected hundreds of yuan for me in hard work. I originally planned to entrust you to hand it over to me, but you didn't.
I was willing to take it and give it back to him.
He handed the money to me personally, but I refused.
Do you think this money was given by the village party secretary?"
Li Jingming laughed awkwardly, trying to cover up his embarrassment.
"It turns out, Master Liang, you already know.
This money is given by me. You can't let your work go in vain during this time. This is the wages I give you. I hope you won't find it too little, Master Liang."
"There is no saying that too little is too little. The price is clearly marked. Our salary is three hundred yuan a month. I have worked with you for more than fifty days in total. I will only charge you five hundred."
Liang Shan said, opening the red envelope in front of Song Siyang and Su Zhanpeng, and when he saw the brand new money inside, Liang Shan couldn't help but smile.
"It seems that I, an old man, am still very valuable to you. It must be more than two thousand.
Okay, I’ll just take five hundred, and you can take back the rest.”
Liang Shan said, counted five hundred yuan from the red envelope, and threw the others in front of Li Jingming.
"Master Liang, I'm afraid this is inappropriate. You took too little."
Li Jingming knew that an engineer like Liang Shan must have a salary of more than 300 yuan a month.
Liang Shan took more, which made Li Jingming feel better. If he took less, he felt that he owed Song Siyang another favor.
"That's the price for your Uncle Liang. As long as it's what he deserves, he won't give you a penny less. If it's extra, he won't be tempted even if you give him a box of gold bars."
Song Siyang knew Liang Shan, so he had no intention of interfering in the affairs between the two people from the beginning.
At this moment, Song Siyang opened his mouth mainly because he was worried that Li Jingming would be prone to overthinking because of his own existence.
Li Jingming glanced at Su Zhanpeng with some uncertainty.
Su Zhanpeng always had a smile on his face. Seeing that Liang Shan put the five hundred yuan in his pocket instead of putting it in his hand, he took the initiative to pick up the wine glass and said: "Although we are all acquaintances, but you Song
There's nothing wrong with what I said. Your Uncle Liang is a freak. He only wants the money he earns, so just keep the extra money."
After Su Zhanpeng finished speaking, Li Jingming felt much relieved.
"It's better for your father-in-law and your Uncle Song to understand me."
Liang Shan knew that Li Jingming's money was not brought by strong winds.
Besides, this is a good thing that benefits himself and the people, so he can't overcharge people's hard-earned money.
"If you were greedy for money, you would have become rich long ago."
Song Siyang said half-jokingly, filling Liang Shan's water glass with water.
Liang Shan smiled and said: "Money is just enough to spend. I have no future in this life. It's just that my family is healthy and living a stable life. That's enough."
"You also said that you are not greedy. Look at me, what's the use of having money? It's not that I have to live alone.
Anyway, this guy will probably remember you forever for what happened this time.
Come on, let’s not talk nonsense and let’s go together.”
Song Siyang didn't want to mention his family affairs, and he couldn't help but get upset when he heard others mention his family.
He was already in his sixties, and it was impossible for him to find a wife and have children. He simply didn't want to think about it anymore. He was here to drink with friends tonight, and he didn't want to affect his mood, so he interrupted
A conversation between several people.
"Come on, let's go."
Su Zhanpeng also agreed.
In this way, the four of them sat chatting and drinking for several hours.
Tonight's hot pot was mainly meat-based, but Su Zhanpeng was focused on the dumplings made by Yang Lina, so he was only eight-cent full while drinking and eating.
When he comes back at this point, the first thing he cares about is whether there are any dumplings left.
"Have you eaten yet? Has the taste of the hot pot restaurant changed, or is it not to your liking?"
A trace of worry flashed in Yang Lina's eyes. After all, she hadn't been to a hot pot restaurant for more than a month.
“The hot pot tastes very good, but my dad and I are still hungry for dumplings.
Is there any left? I'll cook it."
Li Jingming said, rubbing Yang Lina's shoulders.
"Yes, it's in the refrigerator. You play cards with grandpa, and I'll cook it."
Yang Lina said as she was about to stand up, but was held down by Li Jingming's shoulders.
"You just keep playing and I'll go by myself.
Dad, how much do you eat? Does anyone else want to eat?"
"I'll just have a bowl."
When Su Zhanpeng finished speaking, the others shook their heads.
As soon as Li Jingming arrived in the kitchen, Yang Lina followed him in.
Yang Lina thought that she would make more dumplings and pack some to take with her when Su Han and Chen Yue left.
When they came back today, the villagers brought them a lot of seasonal vegetables. These vegetables were definitely not suitable for hotpot, so they had to pack some separately for Chen Yuesuhan.
In addition, she also prepared one for Anping and Liu Yeqiuya, thinking of taking the time to go to the clothing factory tomorrow morning.
"Didn't I ask you to continue playing? Why did you come here?"
"I packed some vegetables for my sister-in-law. I plan to go to the clothing factory for a walk tomorrow morning. My sister-in-law said that Liu Yeqiu is pregnant and looks bad, so I will go see her."