Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

  Su Haitang left the Wang family.

Originally, she didn't intend to collect the money, so she regarded it as a thank you for Uncle Wang's kindness; but Yu Ge was arrogant and disdainful and refused to take advantage of her, for fear that she would take the opportunity to take advantage of her attitude, Su Haitang felt bored in her heart and happily accepted it. Get away with a few cents.

   Of course, it is paid according to the market price, five cents per catty, and the melons eaten cannot be weighed. Yu Ge generously calculates the money according to the weight of two catties.

   A melon is a dime, so generous!

   Su Haitang's heart went cold, and she was too lazy to listen to Xiao Cui's sour words of schadenfreude.

  It doesn't matter if the melon can't be sold or even sold at a low price. She was robbed and scourged before, didn't she endure it just as well?

   She was just worried about causing trouble for her cousin and affecting Su Haitao's friendship with these young people.

   But since it's small, it shouldn't be so easy to break it, right? What they didn't like was themselves, and they were willing to take the time to see her, because it was Su Haitao's face.

  Su Haitang comforted herself silently, carrying the remaining five or six melons on her back, and went downstairs with heavy steps.

   "Haitang, where are you going? It's time to eat."

   It happened that Wang Qingshan had picked up his grandson back from school, and when she saw her carrying her bag downstairs, he asked in surprise, followed by Huang Zhenxing with a clear face.

   "Uncle, that, I won't bother you. Thank you uncle, you are a good person. Let's eat this melon for you and your children, no money."

  Su Haitang twitched the corners of her mouth, took out two melons, put them in a plastic bag and handed them over.

  Wang Qingshan frowned and didn't answer.

   "If you have something to say, go back. I'll have dinner right away, and I'll talk about it after dinner."

  Su Haitang showed a wry smile, and didn't want to talk about other people's right or wrong in the corridor. Seeing that he didn't answer, she handed the bag to Huang Zhenxing who was behind, and then put a new melon and handed it to him.

   "Senior Huang, thank you for your kindness. Don't dislike this melon for you. It's not worth anything if you grow it at home."

  Su Haitang shoved the bag into his hand, looked down at the handsome little boy who looked up at her curiously, his smile became more sincere.

   "I heard that you won the first prize in the calligraphy competition. It's amazing! Congratulations!"

  Su Haitang raised her head and smiled at the three of them, and went downstairs first with her schoolbag on her back.

   "Aren't you going to ask me about my writing skills? Are you just talking casually and flattering my grandpa?"

  's crisp children's voice sounded neither high nor low, with a little echo in the corridor.

  Su Haitang stopped and looked back at him with a smile.

   This child is really unusual, very much like his parents.

   Seeing the boy's serious expression, Su Haitang smiled and waved.

   "Go home for dinner. After lunch, it's time for a lunch break. I have to go to class in the afternoon. I have to sell my melons first. I have to eat my stomach first, and then think about the elegant things of writing and painting."

   "Calligraphy is for self-cultivation. As long as you have the heart, you can practice it anytime, anywhere. You are an excuse." The boy exposed her calmly.

  Su Haitang laughed again and surrendered.

   "Well, I admit that I had the idea of ​​complimenting you to please your grandfather before, but it's true if you want to ask for calligraphy. It's just that I'm leaving now and then, so I won't bother."

"I'll go home and practice by myself, and when I make money from selling melons, I'll buy a copybook and practice it; if I have money and time, I can also spend money to sign up for an interest class and listen to the guidance of professional teachers. ."

   "You're right. It doesn't matter whether you practice calligraphy sooner or later, as long as you have the heart. Thank you, future little calligraphers, go home and eat quickly. Your body is the capital of the revolution."

  Su Haitang waved at him again and walked downstairs briskly.

  The boy watched quietly for a while, then raised his head and said to the two adults, "I don't believe she is a bad person."