Third uncle, at the doorstep of the house—

The man wearing an ear-covered hat saw Song Haiming and Song Zhichao and his son from afar, but did not take the initiative to step forward and help push the bicycle or transfer gifts. Instead, he took out a cigarette with a smile, bit it in his mouth, and said to Song Haiming jokingly: "I think someone is here, but it turns out to be our big worker Haiming!"

It turned out that the ear-covered hat in front of me was Song Taigong's second son, named Song Jianjun, and the accountant in the village; his eldest brother Song Jianguo is the village chief, and the two brothers are capable people in the village and are also tens of thousands of yuan households. This year, he built a new house and bought a motorcycle. Among the three parked at the door, two of them belong to the two brothers.

A long time ago, Song Haiming worked as a worker in a freezing factory and was the object of envy of many villagers. The Song brothers felt that the workers were noble and ate the imperial grain of the state. They were even more envious and jealous of Song Haiming.

Now that the situation is changing, and when my family has money, I look down on a small worker like Song Haiming who makes a lot of money a month.

Faced with Song Jianjun's ridicule, Song Haiming didn't take it seriously, but smiled and pushed the bicycle forward, saying, "I'll pay New Year's greetings to my third uncle."

"Greetings to New Year, just put the things in." Song Jianjun said, then he took out a cigarette and handed it to Song Haiming, "Try these two good cigarettes that cost more than 100 yuan a month but you can't get it."

Song Haiming hurriedly took it over, but when he saw it, it was King Furong.

Song Jianjun turned his head and saw Song Zhichao following Song Haiming, but he didn't let the cigarette, but pointed at Song Zhichao with a cigarette in his arms: "This is..."

"Oh, you don't recognize it anymore. This is my son Song Zhichao."

"Oh, I understand, it's the one who went to work in the south!" Song Jianjun suddenly realized his mind, looked at Song Zhichao up and down, wearing a big cotton jacket and old cotton shoes, and he didn't look like he was well-developed. He looked quite handsome, and he looked unsatisfied when working outside. He ran back again, and immediately became contemptuous and pointed at Song Zhichao with a cigarette butt and said, "Xiao Chao, right? Since I'm back, I'll give your third uncle a New Year first. If I don't want to go out in the future, I will arrange a job for you in the village. Young people must be able to endure hardships!" He looked arrogant and gave alms.

Song Zhichao didn't care. He had been in the business world for so long and had seen anyone, so how could he care about an ant who didn't understand the heights of the sky and the earth?

Song Zhichao smiled and said, "Thank you."

Song Zhichao's indifferent attitude, rather than his gratitude, made Song Jianjun very dissatisfied and a little displeased. He waved his hand and said, "Okay, go in!" He looked too lazy to take care of it, and shouted at the naughty kids who were crawling around his motorcycle, "Don't climb, this is my newly bought big motorcycle - I won't let you go home if I scratch it!"

The naughty children stuck their tongues at him, and when Song Jianjun came to drive him away, they scattered.

...

I tied the bicycle, took the gift, and went into my third uncle's house.

As soon as I entered, I realized that the yard was very large and the snow on the ground had been cleaned. It was lifted to the side and surrounded in the corner of the wall, mixed with the red slag of firecrackers.

On the middle ground, there were seats and benches, and tea bottles, water cups, and some tea leaves like Maojian - some younger generations who came to pay New Year's greetings together to drink tea and chat.

Song Haiming came in and someone greeted him.

Song Haiming responded.

At this time, an older man came out, but it was Song Jianguo, the eldest son of the third uncle.

Unlike his younger brother, although Song Jianguo didn't look down on the little worker Song Haiming, he didn't show it on the surface. On the contrary, he was very enthusiastic and helped him get gifts, just to give up his seat and invite him to have tea.

When Song Haiming sat down, Song Jianguo called out that there were too many people today, and everyone rushed to greet the ancestors. Please forgive me if the hospitality was not good. He looked at Song Zhichao again and said that this is your Achao, and he has changed so much.

It can be said that Song Jianguo was the first person to recognize Song Zhichao. From this, it can be seen that he is also capable of taking the position of village chief.

After Song Jianguo was so leading, other relatives also noticed that Song Zhichao came. Originally, Song Zhichao was wearing a big cotton jacket, and there was nothing strange about him except for his handsome face. However, after all, he came back from working. After all, everyone was curious about how he has been doing outside in the past few years, whether the outside world is fun, and most importantly, whether he has made money.

"So it's Achao, no wonder I think it looks familiar! Well, I'm your fourth uncle."

"A Chao, he is getting more and more handsome. Is it okay to work outside? How much money can I earn in a month? I am my second aunt."

"Just call me Uncle Six - I heard that working in the south can make a lot of money, isn't it true?"

Being surrounded by this group of strange elders, even though Song Zhichao was very sensible in his work, he still felt a little difficult.

"It is still okay to make money by working in the south, but you only need to calculate your salary by number of items. If you do more, you will earn more."

"Generally speaking, it's about 230 yuan a month. Of course, some people who are quick to make can earn more than 300 yuan."

After hearing from Song Zhichao that working outside can earn so much, those old guys all looked envious.

"If I had known this, my little five would have gone to work in the south. It would have been better than being lazy at home."

"It's better to go out to work, it's better than farming at home."

"I earn 300 a month, but Isn't it cost about 4,000 this year?" Si, a relative took a breath of air conditioning.

Everyone looked at Song Zhichao with a little wrong look, and they were a little envious, thinking that this child was quite promising.

The children of the relatives around him cast a jealous light on Song Zhichao - Song Zhichao's better, the more they seem incompetent.

Seeing that everyone was like this to his son, Song Haiming felt happy and his face showed.

When Song Jianguo saw Song Haiming's appearance, he felt a little uncomfortable, as if he saw that Song Haiming had become a worker before, but he and his younger brother were still grazing sheep in the fields. Whenever others saw his brothers, they would be compared with Song Haiming and were ridiculed and said that they were not promising. Song Haiming ate imperial grain, but they could only farm and herd sheep, and they would never expect in their lives.

Thinking of this, Song Jianguo smiled slightly, flicked the cigarette in his hand, flipped off the ashes, and said to Song Zhichao: "Xiao Chao, since the south is so good, why are you back?"

Who is Song Zhichao? When he heard this, he understood what it meant. He smiled and said, "I came back for the New Year. I haven't seen my family for several years. I miss you very much - in addition, I have long stopped working in the factory."

"Oh, why didn't you do it in the factory?" Song Jianguo asked quickly as if he had taken some opportunity.

Song Zhichao smiled slightly, "I don't think there is any future."

As soon as Song Zhichao said this, people around him immediately responded, "There is no future? Are you unable to endure hardship? Yes, what a good job - young people are just too ambitious!"

Everyone muttered, almost all of them saying that Song Zhichao was not, and his impression of him just now disappeared. In the consciousness of these people, what Song Zhichao said just now might also be fooled.

Seeing everyone like this, those who were of the same generation as Song Zhichao were secretly happy.

Song Haiming was a little anxious and wanted to tell him what he had 100,000 yuan hidden under his bed - tell everyone loudly that my son is not a worker, he is a big boss now in business, and he has made a lot of money - 100,000 yuan, have you seen it?

But in the end, Song Haiming refused to say it, because he still doesn't believe that the 100,000 yuan was really earned by his son in a serious business. What if it was made by speculation or doing bad things, wouldn't he sell his son if he said this?

Thinking of this, seeing everyone's ridicule at his son, Song Haiming could only bear it, his old face turned red, and he couldn't even say something for his son.

Song Zhichao calmly dealt with the ridicule and scolding of the people, and did not explain anything to these people - what is the use of explanation and what is the meaning of it... We are two types of people who are not on the same channel.

At this moment, someone came out of the room and stood and shouted: "Everyone is ready to start and I want to wish the grandfather a New Year!"
Chapter completed!