Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

"Why are you so stingy? They all said they wanted to exchange with you, but they didn't let go! You've already taken advantage of the sugar in exchange, what are you trying to do to me? Don't make a mistake, I'm not easy to bully. of!"

  The fat lady felt ashamed, and suddenly shouted.

  Su Haitang was about to be enthralled.

   "Can you figure it out? It's obvious that you want something from me, but I don't want to give it to you, so you should walk away wisely. Why are you still relying on me? Who the **** is wrong?"

   "I'll tell you plainly again, my melons are going to be taken to the imperial capital as gifts, not strangers."

   "This is my melon. I can be the master. It's useless for you to mess around. You stole my melon without my consent just now. I haven't bothered with you yet."

  The passengers were attracted by the dispute between the two, and they talked and said everything.

   Seeing the trouble, the two children hid behind their mother in fear, watching timidly with two bubbles of tears.

  Su Haitang was inexplicably soft-hearted, sighed and looked at the fat lady with a blushing face and a thick neck.

   "It's a good thing to go together for a while. I advise you to listen to it if you can, and ignore it if you don't."

"You are also a mother, with two children by your side. The children are ignorant and want to imitate their parents to learn how to behave in the world. Do you want them to become selfish people who will jump up when they see the benefits in the future, regardless of other people's feelings? ?"

  Su Haitang slowly organized the language, tried to calm down as much as possible, and did not let those cowardly or cynical emotions in the past emerge.

   "If things go on like this, children only have themselves in their hearts, not even their parents. You raise them, don't you feel chilled?"

"No matter how good other people's things are, they are also other people's. For example, my bed and my melon, I would like to ask you to share it as soon as possible. It's my kindness and affection; I don't want to share it with others, it's my duty. Do you think Do you think this is the case?"

"Compare your heart to your heart, you haven't seen you take the initiative to share your white sugar with someone to eat, right? The reason is the same, this melon is mine, I don't want to share it with others, it's not my fault. You still Please explain it to your child."

  Su Haitang talked for a while, her mouth was dry, she picked up the kettle and twisted it open and took a sip.

  It’s really inconvenient to get on the train. Not to mention the crowds and thieves. Some people hide in the slightly loose toilets because they can’t stand it, and they often occupy the toilets for a long time.

   Originally, there were a lot of people queuing up to go to the toilet. From time to time, the conductors were called to knock on the toilet door, urging those who couldn’t get out of the room to give up quickly.

   Thinking about it is also tiring.

   And the smell in the toilet, alas, not to mention.

  Su Haitang understands the hardships of this very well, and has developed the habit of eating and drinking less on the train and avoiding going to the toilet. The package never leaves her body, and she does not dare to sleep with her eyes closed no matter how far she goes.

   Afterwards, the factory's benefits became better, and she brought other employees to accompany her on business trips, so that she could take turns to sleep for a while.

   In fact, the most worry-free way is to travel by plane. It was a pity that she was reluctant to pay for the expensive airfare, plus the factory's sales were basically all in the province, and she didn't need to fly that far, so she had never taken a high-end, high-grade plane.

  The fat aunt was so trained that her face turned red and white, and she hummed loudly for a couple of times, but she lost face, and turned back and beat the two children to vent her anger.

   "I told you to be greedy! I've lost your mother and my face! Isn't it just a broken melon? What a rare thing! We have white sugar in our house? Don't cry! We don't eat melons, we eat sugar!"

   The fat aunt untied the tightly wrapped furoshiki, layer by layer, revealing a small packet of white sugar in the plastic bag like snow, and looked around with pride.

  The two children are coming down soon!