Song Tan Jishi

Everyone was gathering in the yard to chat. Qiaoqiao suddenly said this, and everyone immediately looked at Aunt Lianhua.

This is a woman who works non-stop at home, but does not have a strong sense of presence.

Aunt Lianhua is fifty-two years old this year. Her hair is gray and somewhat sparse, but her face is round. She has wrinkles when she smiles. Her short body is constantly moving, and she can’t take any time off. She is like a machine that never tires. dynamo.

But at this moment, this always sincere and honest person's eyes were red and her nose was sore. For some reason, she could not help but shed tears one by one, even though she would be laughed at easily if she cried...

"me……"

She wiped it awkwardly, wanting to say something, but was choked with sobs that she couldn't.

Qiao Qiao said "Ah" at a loss. Just as she was about to ask something, she heard Song Tan say directly:

"Okay! Aunt Lianhua is alone, can she arrange for the smallest one? 20 square meters! This 20 square meter bed has a 1m2 bed. Can you get used to it?"

What's wrong with sleeping on this? Not to mention that Aunt Lianhua has just seen the house with everyone. This 20-square-meter one-bedroom, one-living-room, one-bathroom, with a small balcony...

What else is she dissatisfied with?

Once she got married, she would have no room in her natal family, not to mention that her children were all married now.

And the woman who married in had no permanent property. Although Qiao Qiao was stupid, her words were direct - if one day the men in the family came back to quarrel with her and chased her away with sticks, the villagers would sympathize and take her in. In two days, maybe the villagers will come back and give advice.

But as long as someone said "this is my house", she would either swallow her anger and ask for a place to live, or she would end up homeless and as panic-stricken as a bereft dog...

Her mother-in-law did treat her like her own mother, but the other one was also a piece of meat she had shed! She is not her own "mother" either...

The more this happened, the more Aunt Lianhua was afraid of making it difficult for her.

The farthest place she has ever been is the city, and she can't go there twice a year. If you tell her that she needs to be independent and self-reliant, get divorced and go out to work or something...

She didn't dare, she was too honest, could only speak dialects, and didn't know much about literacy. She got married and took care of her husband and children, and later took care of her paralyzed mother-in-law. She was really tired all her life.

Working for Song Tan's family, washing vegetables, tidying up the dishes, and doing some hygiene... During this period, she didn't have to worry about her mother-in-law, and she didn't have to think about her children and husband. It was a rare relaxation and peace for her.

But now, Qiaoqiao, who she treated like a child, suddenly asked her to be assigned a dormitory - she knew that was not for her.

But...but that was a dormitory. She was assigned a place that belonged only to her, and she lived alone!

Aunt Lianhua was in a trance, but she could hear clearly in this trance, so she just covered her mouth and nodded repeatedly——

She was really speechless.

But the Old Song family's thoughtfulness doesn't stop there.

Because Song Tan quickly took out a key: "Aunt Lianhua, you have been a great help to our family - come, you will be assigned a room on the second floor. The room number is posted on the key. You can change it by yourself." Lock."

She didn't seem to see Aunt Lianhua's red eyes and embarrassment on her face. At this moment, she only spoke lightly as if nothing had happened:

"The room now only has a shower and squat toilet. The bed must be installed together with the air conditioner and water heater. There is also a small table and nothing else."

"You have the key. If you have free time during this time, you can go up the mountain to see what is missing. If you want anything, you can only buy it yourself...curtains, stools, etc., you have to worry about it."

She said it was troublesome, but for Aunt Lianhua, where was this trouble? It was clearly a step-by-step ladder for her to settle down and establish a life.

At this moment, she was wiping her tears in a panic, her voice was still hoarse, but her face was smiling: "Don't worry about the curtains. There are plenty of old sheets and quilts at home, I can make them myself!"

As for what kind of stools, tables, cabinets...she can ask about these things slowly when she goes to the market!

She's not in a hurry!

Isn’t this environment too good? Why is there an air conditioner and water heater?

She was a little worried: "As long as there is a fan in the room... you can also use the stove in winter... Why is there such an expensive thing installed? I don't need it."

But Zhang Yanping jumped in cheerfully: "Aunt Lianhua, you can't do without it. These are all purchased together and are not expensive. The oven is not safe."

"But you don't live here for free. You have to pay the water, electricity and sanitation bills yourself - when we originally applied for the farm, we specifically planned for agricultural electricity."

"But later on when we set up a factory, the electricity in the dormitory can only be used for commercial and residential purposes, which is a bit expensive...you have to pay for it yourself."

Obviously they were talking about paying for it, but Aunt Lianhua suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay! Okay, I'll hand it over myself... Who should I hand it over to? Or should I hand it over directly on WeChat?"

This hasn’t been decided yet!

Song Tan was helpless: "No hurry, no rush, Auntie, I'll tell you when we arrange the specific people later. You can go up and take a look when you have nothing to do during the day."

Ah, really, how come there are so many details and trivial matters after handing over a house!

Song Tan turned around: "Brother Yan Ping..."

Zhang Yanping: ...Stop talking, just name me Ouchi Manager tomorrow! Why do you think of everything on my head?

His first reaction was to refuse, but for some reason, before refusing, he glanced at Xin Jun secretly - this guy had thick eyebrows and big eyes, could he be boomeranging again?

Therefore, he only cautiously changed the topic: "No hurry, no hurry, let's divide the dormitories first - where do Professor Song and the others live?"

Needless to say!

The side door with the best sunshine on the second floor is 50 square meters, the largest area! The side door at the other end is for Master Jiang, which is also about the same size.

No matter how moisture-proof the first floor is, the humidity is still a little heavier, and the light is a little worse. For Master Jiang who has just recovered from a serious illness and Professor Song who is older, the second floor with few steps is most suitable.

It is 50 square meters, with two bedrooms and one living room separated by the same area. They are provided with basic furniture and appliances, and they have to slowly decorate the rest according to their own wishes.

As for the several small rooms separated between these two side doors, Professor Song's three students don't care how many are left, let's leave the rooms empty first!

Why are so many people unwilling to stay and work in rural areas now? Resources are one part, and living environment is another part.

There is neither takeaway nor express delivery, and there is no small, closed and safe space for single young people. For most young people who are industrious and indifferent to food, it is really a test of their survival skills.

But now, only by planting sycamore trees can we attract the golden phoenix!

Thinking of this, Song Tan couldn't help but say:

"When will Professor Song come back?"

Update 2, no more! Good night in advance!

The 20-square-meter house type refers to a dedicated single-room rental, and the 15-square-meter house can even have a separate kitchen. When I went to Hong Kong, because of money, I was only willing to stay in a hotel that cost 400 yuan a night. My sister and I had a twin room with a bathroom, which was 11 square meters.

Taking care of patients, especially those who are unable to take care of themselves... long-term care, the kind of hard work is really difficult to bear.

My grandma was paralyzed for a period of time before she passed away. Her three daughters and four sons took turns taking care of her. The hardships were truly unspeakable.

This is not a condemnation, but a pertinent description.