Rebirth to the Eighties to Get Rich

Sultan Hong and Chen Shuangshuang both went back separately. Sultan Hong came directly to the shop to wait for the monsoon. After sitting here for more than an hour, the monsoon came back.

And in this more than an hour, Sudan Hong can be sure, this is the right eye, otherwise it won't stay for so long.

As for Song Ting, she doesn't need to ask. If she doesn't like Monsoon, what else should she look for? It's not her blowing, this guy Monsoon is really good.

Monsoon, tell the truth to my aunt, do you like it? Sudan Hong asked bluntly.

Monsoon milk is also looking forward to looking at her grandson.

Although Monsoon was really embarrassed, he also knew that this marriage was really thanks to his aunt, so he nodded and said, Well, I asked Song Ting, she, she is also willing to follow me.

The answer made Sultan Hongdu stunned: I asked you to get along and have a look. You all said that you would like to share with you?

Monsoon's face turned even redder all of a sudden, he didn't know what to say, it seemed that he was really in a hurry.

Sultan Hong laughed after saying this: Okay, Auntie is teasing you, if you agree on your own, then find a good time to do it, but if you really decide, then you can If you want to live a good life, that girl Tingting is also good.

Well, I know. Monsoon nodded.

He chatted with Song Ting a lot, and he felt that she was fine, and there were a lot of calluses on her hands, so she was obviously someone who would help the family.

Yes, although Monsoon is younger and more energetic, he also knows what it is like to marry a family member. He wants to marry someone who can take care of the family for him.

He also asked her if she was willing to do housework at home, and he was responsible for making money to support her and future children, and it was considered that he performed his own duties.

Song Ting also promised him.

The marriage between Monsoon and Song Ting was also not a big deal, and it was set up after half a month.

Just two tables were set up, and Ji Fengnian invited a table of old ladies over. They all had a good relationship with her on weekdays, and they didn't accept any red envelopes. The other table was Ji Jianyun and Xiao Dajun.

Even Dazhi and Jinzi from the electrical store came over to ask for a wedding drink, Ji Rong and the others also went over, and there were a few people from the old Song family's family's house, which were very lively.

This kind of marriage is very fast, but the older generation on their side will marry tomorrow today, which is not uncommon nowadays.

It's enough to see the right eye, the household registration is transferred, and the marriage certificate is received, then there is nothing else, it is very simple and neat.

After the couple got married, Sultan Hong did not go over to disturb them. After all, it was the time for the newly married Yan Er, so don't go over.

She only passed after half a month. It seems that Song Ting is adapting very well, and she also chatted about Song Ting privately with Nanny Jifeng.

Tingting is very good, she can do any work at home, and she is also filial to me and Xiaofeng. Nurse Jifeng said with a smile on her face.

Seeing her like this, Sultan Hong knew a lot.

The monsoon milk is also really satisfied. Song Ting kept the house clean and tidy, and she did all the work. When she was done, she came over to help in the shop. She went to bed at night and heated hot water for her and her grandson to wash their feet. Where can such a good grandson-in-law be found?

Of course, Monsoon also took her to soak her feet together, not by herself.

Monsoon felt that it was good to marry this daughter-in-law, and Song Ting also felt that the man she married was not bad, so she naturally felt happy.

Sultan Hong didn't say too much, it was considered a family affair, and she didn't like to get involved in it.

Speaking of Sultan Hong as a matchmaker this time, she also received 50 yuan from the matchmaker for Monsoon Milk. This is the etiquette that should be requested, but Sultan Hong confiscated it, and let them go to their own place. There is no custom of taking money from a matchmaker.

Like the previous Ji Yulan and Yang Daya, they all took money from the matchmaker, but they all took it away.

Sudan Hong didn't sit too much, and went back after a while.

The monsoon milk said to Song Ting: Go and ask Xiaofeng to kill a chicken, and I will stew a chicken tonight to make up for your body.

Grandma, no need, I'm fine. Song Ting hurriedly shook her head.

Chickens are so expensive, and a chicken costs more than ten yuan. It's a pity to eat like this.

When she lived with her cousin before, her cousin would stew one every month, and she drank a bowl of soup, no matter how much she ate more.

After all, it's okay to come and stay, and eat as much as possible. How could she be so embarrassed?

In the old Song family, they didn't eat too much. The old Song family was also very poor, and there was nothing to eat. But this time, her father asked for a lot of betrothal money. Five thousand dollars is quite a lot indeed.

But the money Monsoon had taken out, and it was all the money she had saved. From the second day after she entered the door, her great grandmother handed her the key to the money cabinet and let her look after it. She is in charge, and she is responsible for everything at home, and her old man is responsible for eating, drinking, and arguing with those old ladies.

And she also counted it quietly. Now there is no savings in the family, it is only more than 500 yuan.

Of course, two salaries are paid every month, which is also 900 yuan, but it will cost a lot more in the future. Naturally, it is necessary to save a little.

You don't have to save so much. From now on, the family will stew a chicken every month, and it will also replenish the bones of the body. I will also buy some meat and make it back. Eat more, you are too thin. Monsoon said.

Song Ting is indeed thin, thin and thin, but there is nothing to say, it's almost the same.

Then I'll ask Monsoon to kill the chicken. Song Ting didn't say anything after seeing what she said, and came in and told Monsoon.

Monsoon nodded: You are indeed too thin, you should make up. Milk is right. From now on, I will stew a chicken to make up every month.

Where do I need to make up, just give it to you and grandma. Song Ting shook her head and said.

Now the life at home is very good, and she is very satisfied.

Our family can get two wages, so we don't have to live so hard, and the milk is getting older, so we need to make more delicious food for the milk. Monsoon said.

Well, I know. Song Ting nodded.

That night, I stewed a chicken and ate it. The fragrant chicken and chicken soup were really delicious. Monsoon milk ate two chicken wings, and she liked it. She took two chicken wings and drank a bowl of chicken soup. .

This amount is enough, and the rest will be solved by the young couple. She sighed and went back to her room.

Song Ting hurriedly took hot water to soak her feet, waited for her to fall asleep, and then came back.

Come and eat quickly, it's delicious while it's hot. Monsoon hadn't started yet, so he greeted her.

Song Ting was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that he was still waiting for her. She was so moved that she also came over to eat with him.

A chicken and a couple ate both, and there was not enough soup left.