Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 151 151. Fines and relatives

  The corner of the vegetable market.

   Mao Li and Sun Yanyan, who had just walked over, stood still instantly, and then looked at the pickup in surprise:

   "Yanyan, you have sharp eyes, see if the police are here asking for a fine?"

  Sun Yanyan stretched her neck like a duck in the field and looked forward. Sure enough, she saw that the policeman in uniform had an ugly face and took the money from Song Tan's hand.

   "Eighty percent yes." She answered firmly:

"How capable she is! Every day she drives a small broken car to sell high-priced vegetables, and she only recognizes money but not people... If this was the past, my cousin's neighbor's son works in the Comprehensive Law Enforcement Bureau, and he would have to rely on favors, saying Two good words. Now…”

  She snorted: "It's normal for someone who makes a lot of money to look down on our poor relatives."

  Mao Li was nervous, but there was a slight smile on the corner of her lips: "Yes!"

   "I just said that their vegetables are so expensive, and they earn black-hearted money. Something will happen sooner or later."

  The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law looked at the scene in front of them passionately, even the drizzle could not stop their happiness.

  It wasn't until the man in police uniform in front of him left that the two of them looked at each other, then walked briskly to the familiar little broken car, and put on a sighing expression:

   "Tan Tan, I said that vegetables can't be sold like this. Look, this one didn't pay attention, and he was fined?"

  Song Tan was fiddling with the next few pockets of bamboo shoots.

   Not much more, three catties and five catties, and there are only four bags in total. She simply took all four bags down.

   Just got up, and heard this familiar voice.

  Then turned around and smiled at Mao Li: "Yes, auntie, this morning, two policemen came and fined me one hundred and six times."

  The vegetable vendor next to him burst out laughing.

   Isn’t that one hundred and sixteen? Zhu's one hundred, Xiao Zhou's sixty. This girl looked lively at first, then she found it grand, and finally she found it quite stable. Looking at it now, why is she so narrow-minded?

   When Sun Yanyan looked over, the vegetable vendor lowered his head and fiddled with the vegetable leaves in front of him again.

Sun Yanyan withdrew her gaze, and covered her mouth exaggeratedly at this moment: "One hundred and six! Oh, that's a lot, do you want me to help you find someone through a relationship? How can I get rid of this fine? They are all from my own family, don't polite."

  The sorrel's pretentious tone was so hypocritical that the vegetable seller couldn't bear to look directly at it, but Song Tan was pleasantly surprised:

   "Okay, sister-in-law, you are still reliable, please ask me for help. I'm waiting to go home, can you quickly return this fine to me?"

  Sun Yanyan: …

  Her face was stiff.

  Don’t say that a girl who sells vegetables tells how people think of her when she goes out, just say this relationship... She didn’t lie about this relationship, it was indeed her cousin’s neighbor’s son who was working as an urban management officer, and she heard it when gossiping.

  But I don't even know who the other person's name is!

   Now that she was only bragging, Song Tan just climbed up the pole, so that she could only look serious, pretending to be profound:

   "What do you know? The government has procedures, how can it be so fast. Besides, it's only one hundred and sixty. It's not worth it to get favors for this."

   As he was talking, he saw another policeman in his thirties running up the street.

  The other party was wearing a uniform, seeing Sun Yanyan and Mao Li somewhat embarrassed, his face tensed.

  The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law backed away subconsciously, watching others come forward and stare at those plastic bags, and asked, "How many are these?"

   "Three hundred and two, take them all away." Song Tan was also straightforward.

  The other party breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought I couldn't get it today."

  He transferred the money in a hurry, then picked up the bags in front of him, and ran away like a gust of wind.

  Song Tan listened to the prompt "WeChat received 320 yuan", and now smiled at Mao Li again:

   "It's still my sister-in-law who saves face. The double refund came back pretty quickly."

   Then he said regretfully: "Oh, Auntie, look, it's a coincidence, the things are sold out, and I said I would leave two for you to try..."

   "If I have nothing to do, I will go back first. There is a lot of work waiting to be done at home. This day, I earn a few thousand dollars after working hard. What is it enough for?"

  How many thousand a day? This broken bamboo shoot? No business? !

  The little pickup made a sound of hard work, and the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law watched each other skillfully turn on the road and then disappeared, feeling their blood pressure go up.

  …

  Because both of them were sulking, Mao Li searched the vegetable market all the way, and then reluctantly spent money to buy some.

   But what about that much lettuce?

   There is still a place for it on the dinner table.

  However, no one in the family cares about it, only Mao Li stubbornly wants to consume it.

  Song Dafang couldn't take it anymore:

   "Upstairs and downstairs, the neighbors across the door, you can send two to whoever you want, such a big pile, you can eat it for a long time."

  In fact, Mao Li usually wears gold and silver, and she likes to show off in front of others. At this time, she is not stingy at all, and she really feels superior when giving things.

   But this time, who let her get on with the lettuce.

   At this moment, I rolled my eyes: No.

   "Every day, what are you giving away, can't make a living? I'll blanch them and dry them later, and save them for winter."

  Ziyi held her own special bowl, and asked curiously at this moment: "Why do you eat it in winter? Are there no vegetables in the supermarket in winter?"

  Mao Li was holding her breath, but facing her little granddaughter, she still smiled: "Because your mother spends money recklessly when she doesn't go to work, our family must save food and money, and don't waste it."

  Ziyi just went to kindergarten. At this moment, she sighed like a little adult, and earnestly educated her grandma:

   "Grandma, you can't say that. The teacher said that housewives should be respected for their efforts."

   This is a special theme lecture held on March 8 Women's Day last month. Although kindergarten children are small, children nowadays are really smart and often have amazing words.

  At this moment, Mao Li felt that a knife had been stabbed in her heart.

  She really wanted to flip the table.

  Why, she is not a housewife, she has been doing things inside and out for so many years, why is no one saying considerate words?

   Now that I have a daughter-in-law, the daughter-in-law either hangs out or spends money every day. Does she do a little bit of housework? It's amazing to give Ziyi a juice to bake a bread or something, it's not much more useless!

   That's it, the granddaughter is still considerate of her!

  The more Mao Li thought about it, the more angry she became, but she looked at Song Ziyi's immature face. She was too lazy to quarrel and distinguish, so she could only snort: "You child, you don't understand, you will know when you grow up."

  Ziyi snorted: "Grandma, you can say that."

  Because of this incident, Mao Li became more and more suffocated, and decided to make good use of the free lettuce.

  So I cleaned up the dishes and got busy in the kitchen.

   Peeling, shredding, blanching, drying...

  The big project of dozens of bamboo shoots, she was alone in the kitchen with a sore back and aching back. After finishing the project, she looked up: it was dark!

   Let’s try to change three times a day tomorrow... just try, if you can’t do it, forget it.

  (end of this chapter)