(It's on the shelves, please order first, please be pink, please collect, if you have any, please smash it, I will continue~ la la~~)

Li Zhuang estimates that 80% is Zhao Qingsong's stingy disease, and he obviously doesn't want to pay. Now that Lin has earned money, he plans to repair the house. There are so many things to say. This problem is really the same as before. I can't see others better.

I really don't understand what his mentality is.

Thinking of this, Li Zhuang was even more panicked, and said lightly: "Since my younger brother and sister have earned money to repair the house, don't think about it too much, if it's all right, you can go back first, our family still has something to do. worry."

Gao's subconsciously pulled down Li Zhuang's arm, and when Li Zhuang stared at him, he immediately pursed his lips and said nothing.

Seeing Li Zhuang chasing him so rudely, Zhao Qingsong raised an angry expression on his originally ugly face, and said displeasedly, "Da Zhuang, I haven't finished speaking yet."

Li Zhuang frowned, a little indifferent, "What's there to say? It's a good thing for younger siblings to make money. Dad, what should you worry about? Besides, we won't be jealous."

Li Zhuang's attitude annoyed Zhao Qingsong. He stared at Li Zhuang for a while with fire-breathing eyes, and finally rushed out the door angrily. As soon as Zhao Qingsong left, Gao immediately motioned to Li Ting to send Zhao off. Green pine.

Seeing Li Zhuang sitting on the stool, Mr. Gao was indifferent, "Da Zhuang, what are you doing, why are you saying these things so badly?"

Li Zhuang glanced at Gao, "Did you see me mad at him? If he didn't have anything to say, I wouldn't talk to him like this, it's not like I'm just looking for trouble."

If you have this kung fu to tell them in front of their husband and wife, you might as well find a way to make money by yourself. What's the matter with showing off in front of their husband and wife?

"Da Zhuang, what do you mean?"

"What do I mean, you still don't understand what that old man means?" Zhao Qingsong is the heart of Sima Zhao, everyone knows it, he can see it, but Gao can't see it?

"What else can Dad mean?" Mr. Gao was also confused at the moment, and it took a while to understand. "You mean, Dad, he wants us to..."

Li Zhuang didn't say a word. He married his mother since he was sensible. Although he didn't understand why his mother did this at the time, he now understands and understands more about Zhao Qingsong's purpose of coming this time.

"Even so, you shouldn't..."

The words are not finished,

Li Zhuang's eyes hit, and Gao was talking. It came to an abrupt end.

After Li Ting watched Zhao Qingsong leave, she slowly returned to the house. Mrs. Gao saw her daughter come in, "Your grandfather has gone back?"

Li Ting nodded. "Let's go, grandpa is so angry, and he's scolding people."

"Hmph, he doesn't have much ability other than scolding people behind his back."

Li Ting was startled by Li Zhuang's voice and shrank involuntarily. Gao glanced at Li Zhuang, saw that he was not looking well, did not answer, and pulled his daughter. I trimmed her hair and let her go back to the house first.

Zhao Qingsong walked angrily on the way home. After all, Zhao Qingsong was just not reconciled. Who let Lin shi earn money to repair the house in just a few days.

If the money was so easy to earn, he wouldn't have to work so hard back then.

When I got home, I haven't entered the yard yet. Zhao Qingsong saw Lin Shi and a few middle-aged men in the village. Talking in the yard about how to fix the house.

According to Lin Liangchen's idea, although this house looks a bit shabby, it's actually pretty good. Apart from turning over the tiles on the roof, adding more tiles in, and then painting the outside pillars with a coat of paint, that's about it.

Of course, he had to buy bricks to build a new kitchen. Apart from these, Lin Liangchen had no other requirements.

These middle-aged men did not have any major opinions on Lin Liangchen's requirements. They all smiled and said that they could do it well. Several middle-aged men discussed the issue of hiring people. After discussing it, Zhao Yongzhi, headed by He said to Lin Liangchen, "Daughter-in-law Jiabao, there is nothing wrong with your request. Then tell me if you want to paint or turn tiles first."

"Of course I'll turn the tiles first, but Uncle Zhao, can I get my house done in one day?" Lin Liangchen pointed to the house where he lived, and saw that the tiles above were scattered and sparse.

Zhao Yongzhi took a few glances, "One day, it's probably going to be difficult, Jiabao's daughter-in-law, it's very cold in winter. You know, you can't do much work in a day, but it can still be done by hiring more people."

"It's okay to hire more people, but let's talk about it first. The wages are as we said, and we can't raise the price at will, and I don't include lunch."

"It's no problem." Zhao Yongzhi laughed.

After Zhao Yongzhi finished laughing, he suddenly turned around and saw Zhao Qingsong who had been standing at the door for a long time. Zhao Yongzhi greeted Zhao Qingsong with a smile, and then said slowly, "Qingsong, are you back? How many of us? It was strange when you came here just now, your daughter-in-law is repairing the house, you are not here, so you went out."

Zhao Qingsong blushed with embarrassment. He didn't go out, he ran out on purpose. He thought that without him, Mrs. Lin would definitely not be able to talk about this matter, but to his disappointment, Mrs. Lin Not only did they talk things out, but after a while, they became so familiar with Zhao Yongzhi.

Zhao Yongzhi, with the same surname as Zhao Qingsong, is about the same age as Zhao Qingsong. Forty-five this year, the two were born in the same year. They have known people for decades, and there is no problem of calling them brothers.

Lin Liangchen turned around, saw Zhao Qingsong looking surprised, and called Zhao Qingsong with a smile.

In fact, when Zhao Qingsong entered Zhao's yard, Lin Liangchen already knew it, but he just didn't see it.

Zhao Qingsong snorted, sorted out his emotions, and walked over with a smile. He was the same person who was still losing his temper just now.

"Yongzhi, I didn't expect our fourth daughter-in-law to invite you to build this house."

Different from Zhao Qingsong's idleness, Zhao Yongzhi is a bricklayer and one of the best house repairers in Dahe Village.

"Yeah, I didn't expect it either, but for your sake, I have to help, right?"

Listening to the polite conversation between the two, Lin Liangchen didn't say a word, just smiled.

"It's really bothering you, but we've known each other for decades, and my daughter-in-law's house, you have to be cheaper anyway." Zhao Qingsong began to develop a relationship.

"Qingsong, you don't need to tell me. The price I gave Jiabao's daughter-in-law is the cheapest. No matter what, we are brothers of the same clan, and we have been friends for decades. I must give this face."

The two chatted for a while before Zhao Qingsong said to Lin Liangchen, "Fourth daughter-in-law, this Uncle Zhao and Dad have a good relationship. If you hand over the house to him, it will definitely be done well."

This is also what you said, before finding someone to repair the house, she inquired and inquired again, and then decided, and now Zhao Qingsong took the credit for himself when he came forward.

Before Lin Liangchen finished complaining, Zhao Qingsong said again: "Fourth daughter-in-law, although your Uncle Zhao is a few years old, it's really against common sense for you to deal with a few big men, and it's not good to hear it out. Why don't you give the money for this house repair to your father, anyway, your father and I have nothing to do today, father will work harder and help you watch the house repair thing?"

ps:

Damn, I sneezed twice when I posted this chapter. Is everyone urging me to update it? Speaking of which, my hands are so cold that it froze me to death. ()

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