I will die early and cannon fodder. I will enjoy great blessings after marrying a sick man.

Now that Ling Xingneng has such a good relationship with Song Yi, he is also very happy for his son. His two brothers, Ling Can and Ling Shuo, are not married.

Although both of them are in their thirties, Ling Can only cares about business and doesn't care about relationships at all, while Ling Shuo is cynical and has no intention of settling down. When they get married, they don't know that it will be the Year of the Monkey and the Moon of the Horse.

The Song family has many brothers, Ding Xingwang and Song Yi, and they have a good relationship with the Song family. If anything happens to him in the future, his son will have someone to rely on, so that he will not be isolated and helpless.

In addition, the roots of their ancestors are in China. Although their business is in country M, they will eventually return to their roots. Sooner or later, they will return to their motherland. There is nothing wrong with their son coming back early.

"Dad, don't forget to pay living expenses to me and my grandfather every month." Seeing that Ling Ran was so talkative today, Ling Xing said quickly.

"You have five thousand yuan a month. Plan it by yourself. Once you spend it, you can figure out a way."

Hearing Ling Ran's words, Ling Xing's expression instantly dropped, and he pouted and said, "Only five thousand yuan a month, how can we live like this!"

Song Yi glanced at Ling Xing with the corner of his eye, shook his head, and whispered in a low voice: "Five thousand yuan is not enough for you to spend alone!"

"Five thousand yuan is not enough." He whispered back to Song Yi. Ling Xing looked at Ling Ran in a flattering manner and said, "Dad, give me a little more!"

"It's just five thousand, not even a penny more. What's a boy doing with so much money in his pocket?" After saying that, Ling Ran stared at Ling Xing with sharp eyes.

Retracting his paws, Ling Xing sighed. He knew that happy time had its limits. This was the father he was familiar with.

Tan Wan came back with the fruit plate, put it on the table, greeted a few people, and said, "Eat fruit, what do you say?"

"Nothing, let's talk about the child."

Seeing Song Manman and others chatting without paying attention to them, Song Yi tugged at the corner of Ling Xing's clothes and asked in a low voice: "Do you have any idea about money? Five thousand yuan a month is not enough for you to spend alone. ”

"Five thousand yuan is not enough. I used to have at least 10,000 yuan a month in country M. I was considered poor among my classmates. Alas, but who asked our family to be poor and raise a son and a rich daughter!"

Seeing Ling Xing's desperate look, Song Yi twitched his lips and said, "Your life is not considered poor. According to the prices in Kyoto, five thousand yuan for a family of three to live for five years is not a problem."

Because Song Yi would go to set up street stalls with the children in the Rong family yard during the summer vacation, so Song Yi knew the prices in Kyoto very well.

Hearing Song Yi's words, Ling Xing was a little in disbelief and said, "A family of three lives for five years with 5,000 yuan, and that only costs 1,000 yuan a year!"

"That's a lot. Some people may not even make a thousand yuan a year." Looking at Ling Xing, Song Yi closed his eyes helplessly and shook his head.

He had just educated his younger brother Song Ming, who didn't like to study, and here came another cousin who spent money like water and had no sense of money. He really felt tired.

Ling Xing pursed his lips and said: "Then... how is the food? What do they play on weekdays? I don't care much about clothes. Comfort is fine, but food and mental comfort are essential. Less!”

After hearing Ling Xing's words, Song Yi asked him, "What do you usually eat? What games do you play?"

"There's not much to eat, just steak and stuff, and there's a lot to play, like golf and football."

Hearing this, Song Yi couldn't help but look at Ling Xing with some sympathy, and said: "You are really miserable. We in China have a lot of food. I will take you to taste it slowly when I get back. We don't have fun here." Shao, I’ll take you back to experience them one by one.”

Song Yi is no stranger to the golf and football that Ling Xing mentioned. After Song Yi entered junior high school, Song Shi and Song Sinan took him to experience and learn from them.

But later, due to academic problems, Song Yicai rarely played golf or football.

As for steaks and the like, Song Yi had eaten them early. When the Song family had just moved to Kyoto collectively, Song Manman took a group of people to the Western restaurant.

However, in Song Yi's heart, the steak in the Western restaurant was far inferior to the roast duck and braised goose he ate. Not only was it cheaper, but it was also filling.

And golf and football are far less interesting than the martial arts training ground built by his third uncle in his backyard.

Successfully aroused by Song Yi's words, Ling Xing looked forward to his future life more and more, but thinking about Song Yi's words just now, he couldn't help but ask: "By the way, how much is your monthly pocket money?"

"My monthly pocket money is fifty yuan, but after I entered high school, my family gave it to me on an annual basis. They would give me six hundred yuan directly in January every year."

After Song Yi finished speaking, Ling Xing felt like he was suffocating. His eyes were full of disbelief and he said, "Six hundred yuan, is it enough for you?"

"That's enough. I can still save a lot. Now my savings are over 100,000." After saying that, Song Yi had a little pride on his face.

After counting on his fingers, Ling Xing frowned slightly and said with some confusion: "Six hundred yuan a year, no matter how you calculate it, you can't save more than 100,000 yuan!"

"It's not just about living expenses. I receive a lot of red envelopes every Chinese New Year. During holidays, I follow some of my brothers and sisters to set up street stalls. I also invest in the shops opened by my brother-in-law and others. I get money from all of these." of."

After Song Yi finished speaking, Ling Xing looked at him in shock, and said with some envy: "Let me go, your life is too lively!"

The corners of Song Yi's mouth raised slightly without any trace, and then he said: "You will live here from now on, go to school with me, and when the holidays come, you can set up a stall and make money with me."

"Yeah!" After hearing Song Yi's words, Ling Xing nodded hurriedly.

"By the way, your dad gives you five thousand yuan every month and you won't be able to spend it all. You can get a passbook and save the money you can't spend all. After a few years of saving, it will definitely be a lot of money. Deposit, you can use it for emergencies if you are short of money later.”

"it is good."

"My little aunt said that the money you earn does not necessarily belong to you. Only the money you save truly belongs to you. We will save money together in the future. When we grow up, we can join forces like my fourth uncle and my younger uncle. Get up and do business.”

Although his dream is to become an outstanding soldier like his third uncle, if he cannot become a soldier, Song Yi feels that doing business on his own is a very good way of making a living.