After listening to Mu Shuangshuang's explanation, Zhu San probably understood.
He was particularly interested in the private school Mu Shuangshuang mentioned.
"Shuang girls, my son has reached the age of going to school.
I just heard you say that the number of people admitted to the school is limited.
Then I'll sign up my son first, do you think so?"
Zhu San said.
After saying this, Zhu San took out his pocket and wanted to pay a deposit or something first.
Seeing this, Mu Shuangshuang hurriedly stopped him: "Uncle Zhu, the private school is not completely ready yet.
Let's ignore the matter of Shu Xiu for now.
You can go back and discuss with your aunt whether you really want to send Maomao to a private school."
They were both from the same village.
Mu Shuangshuang was not worried at all that Zhu San would default on her debt.
On the contrary, it was only the first year of the private school and she had to do it well without any disputes.
Because Zhu San was the first to consult, Mu Shuangshuang gave Zhu San a more detailed plan in private.
After a while, Zhu San had a deep understanding of Mu Shuangshuang's private school.
He has already made up his mind in his heart that his baby must be sent to Mu Shuangshuang.
"Shuang girl, your father said he wanted to post Spring Festival couplets.
Come and help make some rice cereal."
At the door of the kitchen, Yu Siniang took the time to come over and called Mu Shuangshuang.
Mu Shuangshuang grinned and agreed: "Okay, mother, I'll come right away."
Zhu San immediately said knowingly: "Shuang girls, you are busy, I will go back and post the Spring Festival couplets."
Mu Shuangshuang didn't shirk either.
Everyone is busy today, and she has already taken time out.
After talking to Zhu San for so long, she really can't continue talking.
"Then I'll give it to you" Mu Shuangshuang sent Zhu San to the entrance of the hospital and watched Zhu San leave the third room.
She raised her feet and was about to go back to help when she saw Mrs.
Mu coming towards the third room menacingly.
Behind the old lady were Mr.
Jin, who looked like he was watching the excitement, and Mr.
Lin, who had a sly look on his face.
Then there were Huang Bitao and Liu who were following behind Mrs.
Lin, looking anxious.
It seemed that Mrs.
Mu had brought her daughter-in-law and granddaughter-in-law to find trouble with the third bedroom.
Mu Shuangshuang quickly stopped Zhu San: "Uncle Zhu San, my grandma is here.
I guess it's for my uncle's sake.
Can you help explain it?"
During the Chinese New Year, Mu Shuangshuang didn't want to quarrel with the old Mu family, let alone use violence to solve the problem.
Fortunately, Zhu San, who first left from the old Mu's courtyard, had not left yet, which solved a lot of trouble for her.
Zhu San heard Mu Shuangshuang calling him, turned around and saw Mrs.
Mu and Mrs.
Mu's daughter Jin.
He probably guessed what happened, and as a result, he became even more disliked by Jin.
He felt that Jin's behavior was not at all what the villagers thought he was doing.
He was obviously not generous, but he still pretended to be generous.
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"Those from the third family, get out of here.
Why do you want to make the villagers hate the great virtue?
You just want to pick up the slack, right?"
Mrs.
Mu always likes to shout loudly and be unreasonable.
As long as it involves Mu Dade, everyone else is wrong.
Zhu San rushed up and said to Mrs.
Mu politely: "Auntie, you have misunderstood Dashan's family.
The thing about writing Spring Festival couplets is because Da De himself behaves unethically and does things unethically.
There is no one who came first and didn't write first.
Aunt Zhang and the wife who came later still wrote in front. " Zhu San is a rough guy, outspoken and says whatever comes to mind.
As soon as he opened his mouth, he violated Mrs.
Mu's taboo and said something bad about Dade Mu.
Mrs.
Mu spitted out the saliva and sprayed it on Zhu San's face.
"You fart, my son is kind enough to write Spring Festival couplets for you poor people.
He can write whatever he wants.
Whoever you want to go first can go first.
If you can't stand it, just don't write it in his place."
Mrs.
Mu shouted loudly.
Zhu San had a spit on his face, and it was so sticky that even a rough man almost vomited without feeling disgusted.
Mu Shuangshuang did not expect that Mrs.
Mu would dare to treat Zhu San in such a vulgar manner regardless of the friendship between neighbors.
As soon as it happened, she stepped forward and stopped Mrs.
Mu.
"Mistress, why are you so domineering?
Everyone is here to write free Spring Festival couplets, but they are not uncle's dogs.
They come and go when called."
Speaking of dogs, Mrs.
Mu felt that she was more reasonable.
"Shuang girl, please don't call me a dog.
It's a dog.
I give you a bone and you still wag your tail at me.
These people are so kind to me and don't know how to be grateful."
Mu Shuangshuang snorted coldly.
She really wanted to cut open Mrs.
Mu's brain to see what was in her mind.
Such shameless words can be said out loud.
"Mom, this matter is probably not the fault of the villagers, it was the two girls who started it.
Don't forget, my sister-in-law just said that it was the two girls who called Luo Juren."
I don’t know if Mrs.
Lin is really stupid or fake.
In short, in front of everyone, the Jin family was betrayed gorgeously.
Jin's first reaction was not to admit it.
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She blushed and argued: "Bitch, don't accuse me unjustly.
I said that before."
Mrs.
Lin rolled up her sleeves and said in a loud voice: "Sister-in-law, why don't you admit that what you said has been heard by so many of us."
Jin was still thinking that she was watching the excitement, and being accused by Lin like this broke Lin's heart.
She thought to herself: This stupid woman is not a good person.
"Nai, let's go back.
This matter is definitely not Shuangshuang's fault."
Huang Bitao stood up, thinking of saying something nice to Mu Shuangshuang.
But he was pushed hard by Mrs.
Mu.
"Don't interrupt when my old lady is talking.
You are not allowed to interfere in the affairs of the third bedroom."
Old Mrs.
Mu said sternly.
"But, milk," Huang Bitao continued.
Mrs.
Mu raised her hand and was about to hit Huang Bitao, but Mu Shuangshuang pulled her away.
Mu Shuang's fists clenched loudly, and she glared at Old Mrs.
Mu angrily: "Nai, I found Luo Bai, the wife of our private school.
Not to mention that he is writing couplets to the villagers now, and when he has time in the future, he will also write that you can’t control them and you can’t control them.
You think that when people in the village write Spring Festival couplets, they have to thank the uncle, then you are wrong.
You can choose to write them here, or you can choose to spend money to go to the town.
As the saying goes, things change in turn.
You have to remember that one day your uncle may not be able to lift people. " "You..."
Mrs.
Mu was so angry at Mu Shuangshuang's words that she chopped off her feet on the spot.
His hands were slapped on his thighs, almost tearing his pants to pieces.
In the entire old Mu family, no one dares to say anything bad about Mu Dade except Mu Shuangshuang.
This dead girl.
"Stinky girl, you've gone too far.
I'm going to beat you to death now."
Mrs.
Mu's hand, which had not yet fallen, called to Mu Shuangshuang.
With a "bang", Mu Shuangshuang was not hit, but Jin was kicked away.
She was lying on the ground, her face pale.
The eyes looking at Mu Shuangshuang were full of disbelief.
It was clear that the old woman and this stinky girl were about to start a war just now, but she was the one who suffered in the end: