Raise your wife to be the richest man

Chapter 158
When the plane took off from Baiyun City, Song Ci leaned against the window and looked at the city that was getting smaller and smaller. He estimated the time, and when he got home, he estimated that Tang Shi was still in the city.

In comparison, Tang Shi went home once, which was more troublesome than him. He transferred from the city to the county seat, transferred from the county seat to the town, took a taxi in the town to a place that the car could not go to, and then walked, which took several hours.

Fortunately, Tang Feng would pick her up, which reassured Song Ci a lot. When Tang Shi called in the morning, her mother-in-law was already making delicious food for her, with a bright smile, and she was extremely happy.

When she heard that Tang Shi was going home, she started to get busy.

These two days, when Tang Shi came home, he was going to kill the New Year pigs. It was like this every year. He waited for Tang Shi to go back before killing the New Year pigs. This year, when he went back, he was a few days late. In the past few years, he was [-]. Go home right away.

As the plane flew higher and higher, Song Ci took out a blindfold and put it on, leaning against the chair, ready to sleep.

Except for being woken up a few times on the way, Song Ci slept all the way to Jinmen City. Listening to the sound of the radio, Song Ci looked at the crowd who had stood up, packed up their things, and waited for the plane to land.

When you turn your head, you can see the ground.

In the familiar scene, there are some other things. The high-rise buildings that have risen from the ground have been repaired a lot. When I come back next year, the changes will probably be even greater.

"There is a feeling that things are right and people are wrong." Song Ci murmured softly.

With a turbulent meal, the plane landed, began to taxi, slowly began to decrease in speed, and stopped steadily.

In the cabin, the commotion could be felt. At the destination, many people wanted to get off the plane early. Although Song Ci also wanted to get home early, he could still control himself and not rush for time.

Slowly followed the crowd and got off the plane, took the luggage, and when I got out of the airport, when those familiar Jinmen words sounded, I felt a sense of familiarity.

In this city, Song Ci has run through most places with his friends, and the pictures in his perspective can always bring back memories.

"I'm finally back." Checking the time on the phone, he took a taxi on the side of the road and rushed home.

You can have lunch at home.

Tang Shi had a long way to go home, and they booked their air tickets very early. Song Ci was about to make it to Tang Shi's time, and she was afraid that she would not be able to make it home today.

All the way to get off at the door of the house.

Song Ci dragged his suitcase and looked at the vermilion gate, feeling a little strangely close to home.

After standing for several minutes, Song Ci was ready to enter the house.

"Uncle!" As soon as he lifted his foot, Song Ci heard a child's voice.

Turning around, he saw a little carrot head galloping towards him. He squatted down, and the little carrot head just fell into his arms.

The little guy in a padded jacket and hat is his nephew, who is already four years old.

"Be good, little treasure." Song Ci reached out to pinch his little cheek, and hugged him up: "Do you miss your uncle?"

Xiaobao nodded happily: "Uncle, I miss you so much. I haven't seen you for a long time. Grandma said that you went to work in other places."

My uncle is still different. Song Ci loves him, and he also likes Song Ci very much.

When he was at home, Song Ci always took him out to play, and those parents would not let him play, Song Ci would take him there. Since Song Ci left, he has not had so much fun.

Song Kui has a lot of demands on him. He has to do homework, learn musical instruments, dance, and taekwondo. How can he have time to go out and play?

"Uncle has gone to work in other places. Did you help grandma with things at home? Did you listen to your mother?" Song Ci scratched his nose.

Xiaobao nodded proudly. He helped grandma with things and housework.

With his arms around Song Ci's neck, Xiao Bao seemed a little happy: "Uncle, I learned Taekwondo, it's very good."

"Really? Then show me a show later." Song Ci replied, "Uncle, let's see if you're serious."

Song Kui took the suitcase in his hand.

Holding the child, Song Ci walked into the house with her. The garden at home was still the same, and it was well managed. Those plants that were easy to survive were swaying in the cold wind.

The winter in Jinmen is incomparable in Baiyun City, it is too cold.

"Mom heard that you were coming back today, so she bought a lot of dishes that you like to cook at home." Song Kui said to him, "I was called by her to help cook."

After calling several times to remind her, Song Kui didn't expect that when she just arrived at the door, she would meet Song Ci. She wanted to joke that Song Ci couldn't find the door, but unexpectedly, her son had sharp eyes and called him uncle.

It's been a year since she went out, and the last time she saw him was half a year ago, compared to her, she felt that Song Ci was much calmer.

He is not as impetuous as before. If he was a boy before, now he is more like a man with stable emotions and a sound personality.

"I was planning to come back for the holidays, but Tang Shi was embarrassed, so I took her out to play. I told my mother." Song Ci hugged Xiaobao and walked into the living room.

There was no one in the living room, and Lao Song was not there. Song Ci put Xiaobao down and went to the kitchen to have a look.

The old mother in an apron was concentrating on looking at the pot, while other dishes were being cooked on the stove next to her, which seemed a bit busy.

Song Ci didn't make a sound, just watched quietly, and could still smell the ribs soup and Dongpo meat on the tip of his nose, both familiar and favorite flavors.

The peeled prawns were still on the plate, placed on the console next to them, and placed together with other dishes. In the steamed steamer, the aroma of Sixi meatballs came out.

The dishes he likes to eat are all because his mother cooks them deliciously, and it's also because she cooks them deliciously that he feels that this kind of taste is his mother's exclusive craftsmanship, and he can't eat it anywhere outside.

You can eat a lot of Sixi meatballs and a lot of Dongpo meat, but the one made by my mother has a different taste from all of them.

Song Ci's mother, who was cooking, subconsciously looked back at the kitchen door.

Song Ci was leaning against the door frame, looking at her with a smile.

Subconsciously rubbing her eyes, Song Ci's mother asked in disbelief: "I'm back! I thought I'd have to wait a while to arrive."

The tone is a little happy, a little joyful, and a little happy mixed with emotions.

Not seeing Song Ci for a year, she misses Song Ci very much, but she is not ashamed to say that, usually, she just sends a message and occasionally calls to ask about his situation.

"There's no traffic jam, I'll be back first, don't worry about it, these dishes are enough to eat." Song Ci walked to her side and removed the freshly washed grouper.

"It's all done, let's do it together, your grandparents will come later." Song Ci's mother took the fish over again.

I just came back today, and I made Song Ci's favorite food.

Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, it will not be like this. At that time, it will return to being the favorite food of Lao Song, and there will be very few of his favorite foods.

Just like a few days ago, she was always very tolerant and gentle. If Song Ci stayed at home for a few days, she would start to dislike her in various ways, such as doing housework, procrastinating in doing things, and not doing things at night. Sleep and stay up late.

Anyway, it was just a few short days to see my son pleasing to the eye.

Song Ci is used to it.

"Dad is still at work today?" Song Ci made way for his sister and held Xiao Bao back.

"There is still some work to finish, and I should be back soon." Song Ci's mother said while looking at Song Kui: "Sunflower, cut the bacon for me."

Seeing that they were getting busy, Song Ci took Xiaobao to the living room and took him out to play.

The little guy has reached the age when cats hate dogs, and he is very naughty. It is said that several porcelains have been broken this year. If they were not all decorations, Lao Song would probably spank him.

Song Ci sat on the sofa for a few minutes, and just sent a message to Tang Shi, and he had already placed a lot of toys on the ground.

At home, there is a small room dedicated to his toys. Besides all kinds of cars, there are also all kinds of small toys. Lao Song also loves him, and buys him what he likes.

When children play with toys, they just want to play with a sense of novelty. If they don't like many things, they just throw them away and don't play with them.

While listening to Tang Shi's voice, Xiao Bao came over.

"Uncle, who are you talking to?" There was great curiosity in his small head.

Song Ci couldn't help smiling, and found Tang Shi's photo and showed it to him.

Staring round eyes, Xiaobao looked at Tang poetry on the photo: "Uncle, uncle, who is she, who is this aunt?"

"This is your aunt, the uncle's wife, just like your parents." Song Ci said to him, "Isn't she beautiful?"

Xiao Bao nodded, even though he was a child, he could tell the difference between beauty and ugliness.

This aunt is prettier than the prettiest teacher in their kindergarten.

He had to look a few more times before Xiao Bao raised his head and said to Song Ci: "Uncle, do you have a baby yet?"

Song Ci: "."

Why are children's brain circuits so strange?
After thinking about it, Song Ci still asked him: "Then do you like the younger brother or the younger sister? What do you like, I will ask my aunt to give you one."

Xiaobao's eyes lit up.

After thinking for a while, he said: "I like Ultraman, can I ask my aunt to give me an Ultraman?"

Song Ci:?
That may not work, uncle has to go to the m78 nebula to find a partner.

Let him go to play with toys, Song Ci took the mobile phone and sent a message to Tang Shi, she is still in the car from the city to the county, there is still a lot of distance left, watching the video sent by Tang Shi, you can see the white snow The high mountains are endless.

Obviously, the roads come and go from the mountains, and the environment is purely natural. Tang poetry said that the roads are not easy to walk, and Song Ci somewhat understood.

After saying a few words, Xiao Bao came over.

"Auntie, auntie, can you give me a younger sister? I want a younger sister." Xiaobao shouted.

Song Ci was helpless, and the news was successfully sent by him.

I have to add an explanation, this is a child of my sister's family, a bit naughty.

Tang Shi sent a video directly.

"Why are you still playing video?" Song Ci looked at Xiaobao: "Come here, my aunt is calling, say hello to my aunt."

Xiaobao looked at Song Ci, waved his hand, and said to the phone, "Hello, Auntie! I'm Xiaobao, and Auntie is so beautiful."

The little mouth is so sweet, it made Tang Shi giggle.

After talking to Xiaobao for a few words, Tang Shicai said to Song Ci, "I'm still on the road. After passing through the town, the signal is not good. I'll show you a video. Are you home?"

Song Ci nodded, and showed her the phone around.

Tang Shi was stunned by some ancient decorations. This style of decoration looks old-fashioned, but it is really expensive, especially the furniture, which is made of good wood, just the nanmu under Song Ci’s buttocks. Sofas are ridiculously expensive.

The carved beams and painted buildings are antique and full of charm.

"Mr. Song is such a salty fish, I can understand it. It's true that you can't spend it all." Tang Shi switched the camera: "Let me show you what is called a high mountain. Driving is like sailing a boat."

Following the camera, Song Ci saw the passenger car that was passing by the other car in the opposite lane. It was speeding all the way. When turning, the person didn't get thrown out, it was all because of the seat belt.

I don't even want to drive by myself.

"How much longer?" Song Ci asked.

Tang Shi looked out the window: "It's still an hour away, halfway through, don't worry if you can get home today."

It was just noon, and when Tang Shi arrived in the town, it was just after one o'clock. Before two o'clock, he could reach the foot of the mountain and meet Tang Feng, and it would be almost dark when he returned. It gets dark very quickly in this season.

Song Ci was so absorbed in chatting that he didn't notice at all that behind the screen, his mother and sister were hiding behind and eavesdropping, saying a lot of boring words before hanging up the phone.

"Mom, grandma, are you playing hide and seek?" Xiao Bao found them.

Song Ci: "."

Still eavesdropping, do you want to be so outrageous?

The two pretended to be nonchalant, and Song Ci's mother pretended to ask Song Kui: "Sunflower, have you found Huadiao?"

"I found it, I found it." Song Kui agreed, and explained to Xiaobao: "Don't disturb uncle's rest, uncle is tired today, you play with toys by yourself."

"Oh~!" Xiaobao agreed.

Looking at the speechless uncle, he didn't know if his uncle was really tired.

Not so skilled, a little reluctant, but also a little serious.From his appearance, I know that this is not the first time he has fetched water to drink, and he also knows that he can only reach the water purifier by moving a small bench.

However, he was still obedient, and moved a small stool to fetch a glass of water for Song Ci: "Uncle, take a good rest."

A little moved, but not much, Song Ci let him play by himself, and sent a message in the small group, making an appointment to have dinner together.

It's fine if you don't come back, but you always have to get together with friends when you come back.

After graduation, everyone is busy with their own affairs, and they rarely get together. Even during the Chinese New Year, some people are busy with their own affairs, so they can't celebrate the New Year with peace of mind.

Song Ci doesn't have many friends who can still get along well. There are only a few of them, all of whom are doing business, or have taken over the business of their parents, and are busy and conscientious.

Song Ci is the easiest one, his wife will make money, and father will also make money, he just needs to be a salted fish.

After making an appointment, Song Ci put down his phone, leaned against the sofa, and lay down habitually, looking at Xiaobao who was playing with the excavator. He also looked at Song Ci from time to time, and occasionally came to touch his forehead. Bao gave Song Ci an injection.

Not to mention, there is still filial piety, although this kid is a bit naughty.

the other side.

Tang poetry is still on the way.

Next to her was a high school classmate who happened to meet, holding a child, sitting next to her, the two were talking, and Tang Shi occasionally teased the child.

"Shishi, your date is really handsome, and the family conditions are not bad, right? You have such a high vision, you can't talk to ordinary people." Said the girl next to her.

Shaking her head, Tang Shi replied: "Ordinary family, ours is from the old valley, how good can I find?"

Looking at the bright and beautiful Tang Shi, the classmates didn't believe it, but Tang Shi said so, so she couldn't ask more questions.

The watch on her hand, the necklace on her neck, and the clothes on her body are all not cheap. She can tell that she probably found someone with good conditions.

"Still in Baiyun City now? What do you do there?"

"Selling clothes, you can earn thousands of dollars a month to make ends meet. If you take out the rent and life, there is not much money left in a month. It's all moonlight." Tang Shi replied with a smile.

Liu Piaopiao asked how much money she made, and Tang Shi always said 80.00%.

When a friend asked her, she said a few thousand dollars.

When she met this kind of classmate, she said that there were not many left.

Only when her mother asked her, would she tell the truth, and only Song Ci and her mother would know how much money she made.

"That's hard work, and our family is the same. We earn a month, but it's not enough to spend. Having a child costs too much."

"It's grown so big, it will get better in the future." Tang Shi looked at her stomach: "You're going to come out next year, right?"

Talking about not being able to support her, she became pregnant with another one.

"In May next year, when will you get married?"

Tang Shi smiled: "I don't know yet, don't worry."

Arriving in the town after exchanging greetings, and waving goodbye to old classmates, Tang Shi called and said a few words to Tang Feng, then dragged the suitcase and walked to the other side.

It was the elder brother who sent them off last time.

Helping Tang Shi put the suitcase away, he also praised: "Boss Tang, you are really rich like this."

"Brother, don't be kidding me. I just earn a little money to support my family. Don't put a high hat on me. I don't make as much money as you do in a month selling sports cars." Tang Shi sat in the back row.

"You are very low-key. I can still recognize the famous brand in this suit."

"It's a fake. If you're doing a small business, you have to pretend it occasionally. Otherwise, customers won't believe it. How can they have the money to buy the real thing? You won't believe it either." Tang Shi replied with a smile.

Talking and laughing, he sent Tang Shi to the intersection.

Tang Shicai waved goodbye to him after taking two packs of cigarettes from his pocket.

He couldn't refuse, so he accepted it. Watching Tang Shi's sister and brother walk up the path, he looked down at the two packs of good cigarettes in his hands. The ones cost 100 yuan a pack. It's not rich. Who would buy this kind of cigarettes?
Last year, he was still given two packs of Hongtashan, which cost only a few yuan a pack, an increase of more than 90.

Although he has no money, he can't afford to have a wife who loves poverty and studies luxury goods. He can tell that Tang Shi's clothes are not cheap.

"Golden phoenixes flew out of the mountains. Young people didn't know how to seize the opportunity and were preempted by an outsider." He shook his head and sighed.

Along the way, trekking through mountains and rivers, Tang Shi's shoes worth thousands of dollars were covered in yellow mud.

There was still mud on the trousers. Standing on the hill, the sky was gradually darkening in the distance, and the lights of the village could still be seen. Tang Feng carried the suitcase on his back and handed Tang Shi a flashlight.

"Sister, you're home."

"Yeah, I'm home, I miss my mother!" Tang Shi walked forward with a flashlight, and just walked a few steps, then slipped and fell, and sat on the ground with one buttock. When I got up, my buttocks were full of mud .

Tang poetry: "."

"Hahahaha~!" Tang Feng laughed unkindly.

The sky darkened, and Tang Shi fell a lot. She was dressed in luxury clothes bought by Song Ci, which were covered in mud. She didn't have the temperament of a strong woman who just got off the car.

All that's left is embarrassment.

When Tang Shi's mother saw her, she looked at the embarrassed girl for a few seconds: "Hahahaha~ you silly girl."

(End of this chapter)