Daily Life of Pig Farming in 1970

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Getting ready to go. The Song family's mumblings. Meeting old friends again.

　　"This is blood sausage, this is the prepared meat sausage... I put them in the bag for you."

　　Seeing that they were getting more and more, Su Yaoyun said quickly, "Mom, that's enough. There are too many for us to take."

　　Zhong Qing immediately widened his eyes upon hearing this, then glanced at his son-in-law and saw that there was nothing unusual about him.

　　Pretending not to hear her daughter's words, she continued, "Xiao Song, this is our handmade smoked meat and blood sausage. It tastes really good. I must ask your parents to try it more."

　　"And these dried mushrooms and bamboo shoots were made by us last year. You must give them to your parents. They are delicious whether you want to cook soup or stir-fry them."

　　"And this bottle of tea seed oil, it smells really good..."

　　Song Zhen glanced at his wife's aggrieved expression, rubbed her hand calmly, and smiled at Zhong Qing, "Okay, thank you, mother."

　　"My parents love to eat these local specialties, but they can't find them. They will definitely be very happy this time."

　　Zhong Qing was very happy to hear what his son-in-law said. Just as he was planning to stuff more money in, the mouth of the bag was tied tightly by Song Zhen and tied into a knot.

　　Zhong Qing had no choice but to give up.

　　Smiling at the woman

　　After the son-in-law took his things and went out, he grabbed his little girl and said, "How could you say these things in front of Xiao Song?"

　　"You just rely on him to pamper you now, but who can predict what will happen in the future?"

　　"When he likes you, it doesn't matter, and you may even find his straightforwardness cute."

　　"When he doesn't like you, he thinks you are someone who doesn't know how to be filial to your parents-in-law."

　　Su Yaoyun nodded obediently.

　　If he didn't nod obediently, Zhong Qing would probably get angry.

　　Zhong Qing talked for a long time, and only let the girl go when he saw that she had finally listened.

　　Song Zhen waited at the door for Su Yaoyun to come out. When he saw her come out, he naturally took her hand.

　　After getting a little further away from Su Ming's house, he asked, "Did mother say something to you? What did she say?"

　　Su Yaoyun looked up at him and deliberately said, "I've said a lot of bad things about you. Do you really want to listen?"

　　Song Zhen smiled and said nothing, but the hand that was interlocked with Su Yaoyun suddenly exerted a little force, with a hint of urging.

　　Su Yaoyun had no choice but to say, "Mom is worried that I might say something that would make you unhappy, so she asked me to be more careful in the future."

　　Song Zhen did not comment, and asked: "What about you, Yaoyun, what do you think?"

　　Su Yaoyun raised his eyebrows, "I don't think you will be unhappy. You can understand what I mean. I still believe in my ability to select people."

　　His tone was affirmative, showing complete trust.

　　Song Zhen thought that Yao Yun might tell him directly that he trusted him, or he might say that his parents' worries were unnecessary.