Zhang Xiaomei can accept that her granddaughter is closer to the bad old man, but she cannot tolerate the bad old man being rude in front of her.
There were outsiders and she was in front of the memorial tablets of her ancestors. Zhang Xiaomei didn't say anything. She even touched Song Xixi's head with a smile and praised her idea of setting up a girls' school. Song Wufu was so surprised that he thought the old woman had changed her gender.
After worshiping the ancestors, the old village chief officially announced Song Wufu as the next village chief in front of the whole village. From now on, he will take on the important responsibility of the village chief and lead everyone to live a good life.
The villagers came together to express their congratulations and had no objections to Song Wufu's succession as village chief.
Today's Song family, even though they live in an adobe house, is the richest family in the village. Moreover, Song Xixi has some connections in the government. Even the mayor treats her with courtesy. Song Wufu becomes the village chief, which is very important to the village.
Definitely a good thing.
After returning home, Song Cai, who had been holding back for a long time, approached Zhang Xiaomei and said, "Mom, my father has become the village chief, and you will be the village chief's wife from now on. This is a great happy event!"
Zhang Xiaomei glanced at him sideways: "Speak humanly."
"Hey, mother understands me best~"
Song Cai stretched out a hand and put it on his mother's shoulder. He didn't look serious at all: "Since it's such a big happy event, shouldn't we celebrate it? For example, if you give me some money, I'll find a troupe.
Sing a big show for you?"
Zhang Xiaomei's strike was like lightning, and she slapped him on the forehead: "I know you didn't hold it in well, so you tried to find a way to get money from me!"
Song Cai covered his head and shouted exaggeratedly: "Oh mother, your son relies on this smart head to make money. If this breaks his head, you will definitely be the first to feel bad!"
Zhang Xiaomei rolled her eyes at him and scolded him rudely: "You only have some brains left, the rest is all just your mind."
Having said that, she turned around and went back to her room to bring out a small box: "All the money earned in the shop last year is here. It's not much different from the year before. The total is one hundred and thirty-two taels of silver. Each of you will share forty.
two."
Song Cai rubbed his hands happily: "Forty taels, that's a lot!"
The brothers Song Jin and Song Yin were also very excited, but when they thought that the money was not worth their own money, they stared at the small box with greedy eyes, watching the old lady hand the money inside to their daughter-in-law.
As for the remaining dozen taels, Zhang Xiaomei kept them and used them for the family's daily expenses.
The promise to Song Xixi and Song Qingqing has not changed, and an additional 20% of the reward money earned by Song Xixi will still be set aside. However, the house bought for 1,300 taels is in Song Xixi's name, and this is also included in the calculation.
This year, the share of the more than 40 franchise stores is nearly 2,000 taels, and the extra 10% left for Song Qingqing is also 200 taels.
Finally, Zhang Xiaomei's eyes fell on Song Niannian: "You haven't started training yet, and you can't get money back for your skills last year. You have to study hard this year. As long as you make money, I'll keep half of it for you."
After studying for more than half a year, the embroidered flowers are still not good enough. I need to give this girl some encouragement to prevent her from getting discouraged as she continues to learn and quitting her job halfway through.
Song Niannian didn't know the old lady's good intentions, so she hurriedly waved her hands and said: "Don't give me half, don't give me half, just be successful like my sister!"
At this point, she slowly blushed: "I, I am a slow learner. Master said it is still early for me to become a teacher, and I may not be able to make money with my skills this year."
Seeing that her second granddaughter still had the courage to speak out, Zhang Xiaomei was relieved: "Embroidery is not easy to learn, but if you study hard, you will be as good as your master sooner or later. Isn't it a piece of cake to make money in the future?"
Song Niannian, who thought she would be rejected, was encouraged. Her eyes were as bright as stars on a cold night: "Grandma, I will study hard. When I make money, I will be like my little sister and buy a big house for you to live in!"
Zhang Xiaomei smiled from ear to ear: "Okay, grandma will live as long as possible, waiting to live in the big house you bought."
Song Qingbai was so envious that he bit Song Qingshan and Song Qingshi: "Fortunately, the three of us are brothers. The eldest sister and the younger sister are better at making money than the other. The second sister will be no worse in the future. Not only do we not make money, we only lose money."
In the past, I always heard people scold girls as losers. Try putting them in their house? These three brothers are pure losers!
Song Qingshan thought it made sense. He grabbed his two younger brothers by their ears and asked, "So have you both finished your homework?"
Song Qingshi muttered: "Brother, as we celebrate the New Year, can you not mention your homework?"
Song Qingbai echoed: "That's right, big brother is so disappointing!"
Song Qingshan snorted coldly: "You know you are a loser but you still don't work hard, do you want to keep losing until the end? You must understand that only by gaining fame and honoring your ancestors can you clear your identity as a loser!"
Song Qingshi and Song Qingbai were speechless.
In the morning, everyone worshiped their ancestors in the ancestral hall. Lunch was cooked by Ya'er who stayed at home. More than a dozen dishes were all delicious and delicious, no worse than Huang Qiuyun, the best cook in the Song family.
While serving the dishes, Zhang Xiaomei placed more than a dozen delicious dishes in front of the others. She went to the kitchen to get a plate of pickled soybeans with chili peppers and put them in front of Song Wufu: "Didn't you say you ate too much meat yesterday?"
Kehua, this is what you will eat for the next few days."
Song Wufu stared: "When did I say that?"
Zhang Xiaomei smiled softly and said: "What I said before going to bed last night, could it be that there is something wrong with my ears and my hearing is misunderstood?"
Being stared at by the old woman with cold eyes, who dared to lock the door to prevent him from entering the room if he dared to say "yes", Song Wufu swallowed back the words that he almost blurted out, and said with an aggrieved look on his face: "I said it.
Yes, you didn’t listen.”
I thought the old lady had changed her gender, but she was waiting here. Her mind is smaller than a pinhole!
"Just don't listen to me. These pickled soybeans with peppers are good for relieving greasiness and are good for rice. They taste very good. You can eat them with confidence. There is still more than half a jar in the kitchen, which is enough for you to eat for a month."
Zhang Xiaomei smiled and pushed the plate in front of Song Wufu, and did not forget to pick up a piece of soft and fragrant pork chop: "Ya'er's cooking skills are really good, this pork chop is as hot as a chef in a restaurant!
"
Song Wufu especially liked to eat trotters. He looked at the old woman who killed people without using a knife, and then at the pickled soybeans in front of him. He smacked his mouth with regret and said, "I'll make you want to eat!"
Except for Song Xixi who knew about it, everyone else was a monk who was only two feet tall and was confused.
However, everyone immersed themselves in the food very wisely, and no one dared to ask any more questions, for fear that they would be the next person stuffed with pickled soybeans.
Seeing the reaction of his children and grandchildren, Song Wufu looked up to the sky and sighed: "It's all in vain..."
Zhang Xiaomei laughed, picked up a pot full of hooves, and distributed it to her children and grandchildren with her own hands. She even mixed the soup with rice and fed it to the three dogs who were already ravenous.
Song Wufu's lips trembled, and he ate two big bowls of rice pickled with pepper and soybeans angrily. He almost got indigestion.