Siheyuan: a hundred-year-old Chinese medicine doctor, Jiehu Qinhuairu

"Looking at the way he walks, he probably won't live long after this big marriage."

"When the time comes, he will be turned into ashes in the death yard and no one will care about him."

Everyone in the courtyard stood at their windows and saw only Song Qingshan, Qin Jingru, and Qin Jingru coming back.

It made them even more convinced of their previous guesses.

Old man Song is being used by others, and now that the use is over, no one will talk to him anymore.

Like the big guy from two years ago.

He only showed his head once.

Then I didn't care about it anymore, and it hasn't appeared until today.

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eight pm.

Director Yang, the driver Xiao Hu, and Director Liu each came to Song Qingshan's house with a big bag.

"Old man, these are the cigarettes and alcohol left over from today. They are all unopened, and I brought them here for you."

"The leftovers were also distributed to the poor and beggars on the street according to your old instructions."

"Thank you for your great virtue."

Factory Manager Yang looked at Song Qingshan with a smile, and said slowly.

"My old man doesn't drink 1.1 or smoke, so you can take them away."

"You are busy up and down, and you have worked hard."

Song Qingshan sat on the teacher's chair and waved his hands.

"How can you do it, old man? I heard that you will go to the countryside in a few days, so you can keep these things, so you can save money and buy them."

Director Yang shook his head.

Although he is usually reluctant to buy these things, the old man can't take advantage of them.

"Okay, then stay."

Song Qingshan thought about it, these things are not easy to buy, and they are indispensable if you go to the countryside to hold a banquet.

"Old man, here are all the members' money today, and the list is also in it."

"It's over to you."

Director Yang took out a bag and solemnly handed it to Song Qingshan.

"Huairu."

Song Qingshan glanced at Qin Huairu and motioned for her to catch it.

Qin Huairu quickly took the bag.

He held it in his hand and weighed it, suddenly shocked in his heart.

The weight is not light!

"Xiao Yang, if you have nothing to do, go quickly, my old man won't keep you guys."

Song Qingshan waved at Director Yang and the others.

Send off directly.

"Old man, I just came here, so I left as soon as I sat down."

Qin Huairu glared angrily at her old man.

"Hahaha, Mrs. Song, the old man didn't treat us as outsiders this time."

"Okay, old man, then we won't delay your old wedding ceremony."

"Let's go first."

When Director Yang heard Song Qingshan's words, he didn't have the slightest grudge in his heart, and was even a little complacent.

He knew it in his heart.

The more polite the old man is to someone, the more alienated he is in his heart, and now he directly chases people away in person.

That means treating him as one of your own.

Factory Manager Yang felt beautiful in his heart, so he didn't stay any longer, and led the two to leave quickly.

"Grandpa, this bag is quite heavy to carry, isn't it full of change?"

Qin Huairu looked at her old man suspiciously while carrying the bag.

"Let's go, go to the back room, today I'll let you count the money until your hand cramp.".

164 Lou Xiao'e Feels Disappointed, Wants to Worship Heaven and Earth Once

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Qin Huairu turned into a small money fan in an instant, and hurriedly dragged her old man into the back room.

Can't wait to open the bag.

"My God, there are so many, how much does it cost?"

soon.

Qin Huairu dumped all the gift money and red envelopes in the bag on the bed.

A large area of ​​colorful flowers.

Qin Huairu's eyes widened in shock, looking at these gifts in disbelief.

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and find out."

Song Qingshan's expression was composed, and he wasn't surprised at all by those people who came today.

If so much money is not given.

That's what's surprising.

"Oh, oh, I'll order, I'll order..." Qin Huairu came back to his senses, kicked off his shoes, climbed onto the bed, crossed his legs, and began to order carefully one by one.

Song Qingshan picked up the bill, moved it to the kerosene lamp, and read it.

"Whoo~"

"Old man, I can hardly count."

After about five or six minutes.

Qin Huairu finally counted all these gift money, and separated the large and small receipts, stacked them neatly at his feet.

"How much?" Song Qingshan asked.

"One thousand 720 three." Qin Huairu blushed, almost numb.

More than 700 yuan.

Qin Huairu never dreamed that one day he would count out so much money from himself.

"Well, it's the same as in the account."

Song Qingshan hummed and nodded lightly.

The seven or eight houses of the Sun family accounted for one-third of the gift money of more than 700 yuan.

The Wu family and the Li family are also above a hundred yuan.

Plus those dignitaries.

The shots are relatively generous, as if everyone has already figured it out.

The money given is more than double the consumption of banquets.

In general.

Don't let the host family suffer.

"Old man, if you hit me, I feel like I'm dreaming."

Qin Huairu looked at her old man with a pretty pale face.

Always unbelievable.

"Boom!!!"

such a request.

Of course Song Qingshan had to be satisfied.

He picked up the ledger and tapped it lightly on Qin Huairu's head.

"uh-huh--"

"Master, it hurts a lot."

Qin Huairu immediately covered her head with resentful eyes.

"More than 1000 yuan will scare you like this, and tens of thousands of yuan will not scare you to death in the future."

Song Qingshan glared at Qin Huairu angrily.

"Hey 30 Hey."

Qin Huairu smiled coquettishly.

"Old man, we've made a fortune this time, so we won't have to worry about having a few children in the future."

Slowed down for a moment.

Qin Huairu gradually calmed down. Since noon, her old man said that she owed a lot of debt.

There is a big stone in Qin Huairu's heart.

Now finally down.

She is not afraid of suffering with the old man, but she is afraid of suffering the child in the future.

"Whatever the fortune, these debts will have to be repaid in the future, and the repayment will be doubled."

"It's just in our custody for the time being."

Song Qingshan poured cold water on Qin Huairu and threw the bill in his hand.

"The above-mentioned favors will be cleared in the future."

Qin Huairu picked up the ledger and flipped through it.

He still couldn't recognize the names of some people, but he could understand the numbers.

The mood suddenly dropped to the bottom.

My old man is right, the money given by others will be returned in the future.

This is called ritual exchange.

"Are you worried again?"

Song Qingshan raised his hand and pinched his daughter-in-law's little face, and another cloud of sadness welled up on his brows.

"I just took a look at the bill. There are so many people on it, most of whom are in their 60s and [-]s. Many people have already done what they should do."

"Within five or six years, we shouldn't have to pay out the collective money."

Anniversary night.

Song Qingshan didn't want to see his daughter-in-law so pessimistic.

It spoils the atmosphere too much.

So he let out a word of relief.

Qin Huairu listened.

The mood improved a lot, she thought for a while and said: "Master, let's pay back all the foreign accounts we owe first?"