Rebirth to the Eighties to Get Rich

Sudan Red and Chen Shuangshuang both went back. Sudan Red came directly to the shop and waited for the monsoon. After sitting here for more than an hour, the monsoon returned.

In this more than an hour, the Sudan Red can be assured. This is right, otherwise it won’t last so long.

As for Song Ting, she doesn't have to ask. If she doesn't like Monsoon, what else is she looking for? It's not that she blows it, the monsoon guy is really good.

"Monsoon, tell the truth to my aunt, do you like it?" Sudan Red asked bluntly.

Monsoon Milk is also looking forward to looking at his grandson.

Although Monsoon was really embarrassed, he also knew that this marriage was really thanks to his aunt, nodded and said: "Well, I asked Song Ting, she, she is also willing to follow me."

The answer made Sudan Hong dumbfounded: "I told you to get along with you. You all said that you would like to take part in you?"

Monsoon's face turned red all of a sudden, and I don't know what to say, it seems that he is really anxious.

Sultan Red said this sentence and laughed: "Okay, my aunt is teasing you. If you make it yourself, then find a good time to get things done, but if you really decide, then To live well, Tingting's girl is also good."

"Well, I know." Monsoon nodded.

He talked a lot with Song Ting, and he felt that she was good, and she had a lot of cocoons on her hands. It was obvious that she would help the family.

Yes, although Monsoon is younger and more vigorous, he also knows what it is like to marry home. He wants to marry someone who can take care of his family.

He also asked her if she would like to do housework at home, and he was responsible for making money to support her and her future children, and it was considered to be performing his own duties.

Song Ting also agreed to him.

Monsoon and Song Ting's marriage was not done in a big way, and the table was set up in half a month.

Two tables were set up. Monsoon Milk invited a table of old ladies to come over. They all had a good relationship with her on weekdays, and they didn't accept any red envelopes. The other table was Ji Jianjun Xiaojun.

Even the big ambitions and Jin Jin of the electrical shop came over to beg for a wedding drink, Ji Feng and the others also passed, and the few people from the old Song family's family were also very lively.

This kind of marriage is very fast, but for the older generation of them, it is not uncommon for them to marry tomorrow.

It’s fine if you look at it right. After you move your residence registration and get your marriage certificate, you’ll have nothing else to do. It’s very simple and neat.

After the couple got married, Sultan Red didn't bother him. After all, it's time to get married now, so don't go there.

She only passed away after half a month. It seems that Song Ting has adapted very well, and she also talked about Song Ting privately with Monsoon Milk.

"Tingting is very good, she can do everything at home, and she is filial to me, and good to Xiaofeng." Monsoon said with a big smile.

Judging from her appearance, the Sudanese Red can be counted.

Monsoon Milk is indeed satisfied. Song Ting’s house was cleaned up, not to mention, everything was done. After finishing her work, she came to the shop to help. She went to bed at night, and she and her grandson boiled hot water to wash her feet. Where can I find such a good grandson?

Of course, Monsoon also pulled her to soak her feet, not alone.

Monsoon feels that it is good to marry this daughter-in-law, and Song Ting also feels that the man she marries is not bad, and she naturally feels happy.

Sudan Red didn't say too much, it was considered a family matter, and she didn't like to mix it up.

Speaking of Sudan Red as a matchmaker this time, I also received fifty yuan for Monsoon Milk as a matchmaker's money. This is the etiquette that should be required, but Sudan Red confiscated it and let their young people go to their own. She would pull the string. There is no custom of accepting matchmaking money.

Like the previous Ji Yulan and Yang Daya, both used matchmaker money, but they both confiscated them.

The Sudanese Red didn't sit too much, and went back after a while.

Monsoon Milk said to Song Ting: "Go ask Xiaofeng to kill a chicken, and stew a chicken to make up for you tonight."

"Too grandma, no need, my body is fine." Song Ting shook her head quickly.

Chickens are so expensive. A chicken costs more than ten dollars. It's a pity to just eat like this.

When she lived with her cousin before, her cousin would stew one cup every month. She drank a bowl of soup, and she didn't eat more.

After all, it's fine to come and live, and eat everything well, why is she embarrassed?

At the time of the old Song family, there was not much to eat. The old Song family was also very poor, and there was no good food. But this time when we got married, her father asked for a lot of gift money, which is enough. There are five thousand yuan, which is quite a lot.

But the monsoon took out all the money, and all the money saved. From the second day she walked in, her grandmother gave her the key to the money locker, so that she would take good care of it, and it would be the same in the future. She is in charge, and she is responsible for everything in the family, and her elderly people are responsible for eating and drinking, and they are chattering with those old ladies.

And she also counted it quietly, and now there is no savings at home, only more than 500 yuan.

Of course, two wages are paid every month, which is also 900 yuan, but the expenditure will be a lot more in the future, so it is natural to save a little.

"You don't have to save so much. From now on, the family will stew a chicken every month to replenish the body, buy some meat and cook it. Eat more, you are too thin." Monsoon Milk said.

Song Ting is indeed thin, thin and thin, but there is nothing to say, it's almost like this.

"Then I will ask Monsoon to kill the chicken." Song Ting saw that she said that, and said nothing, so she came in and said to Monsoon.

Monsoon nodded: "You are really too skinny. You should make up for it. Milk is right. From now on, you will have a chicken stew to make up for it every month."

"Where do I need to make up, just give it to you and grandma." Song Ting shook her head and said.

Now the family life is going very well, she is already very satisfied.

"Our family can get two wages, so we don't have to live so hard, and the milk is getting older, so we can cook more good food for the milk." Monsoon said.

"Well, I know." Song Ting nodded.

I stewed a chicken that night and ate it. The fragrant chicken and chicken soup are really delicious. Monsoon milk ate two chicken wings. She likes this one. She ate two chicken wings and drank a bowl of chicken soup. Up.

This amount is enough, and the young couple will take care of the rest, and her old man will go back to her room when she is stunned.

Song Ting hurriedly hit the hot water to soak her feet, waited for her to fall asleep, and then came back.

"Come over and eat, it's delicious while it's hot." Monsoon said to her before it even started.

Song Ting was stunned. He didn't expect that he was still waiting for her. She was so touched that she came over to eat with him.

A chicken and a couple ate both, and there was not much soup left.