Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 132.2

“Besides, if I hire your niece, what happens if I break an arm or leg? Can she carry me, or would she have her husband take care of me?”

If someone was only interested in the house, they might agree, but how they would take care of him was uncertain.

There were countless ways to make an old person’s life miserable.

Seventh Granduncle shook his head, “I’m not taking that risk.”

He was telling the truth.

In the past, Song Hongmei might have had the same concerns, but the problem was, after going home, she saw her niece’s abilities firsthand.

Just think about the bamboo shoot digging — a basket easily weighed a hundred pounds, yet her beautiful and fair-skinned niece carried two at once, briskly walking like a breeze!

Wasn’t that better than a man?

Even if Seventh Granduncle fell, or was paralyzed, Tan Tan could tuck him under her arm and carry him to the hospital!

Of course, this wasn’t something nice to say, and it might sound rude.

So Song Hongmei swore to heaven, “Rest assured, if she didn’t have the strength, I wouldn’t have come all the way to talk to you!”

“As for what happens after she gets married… Granduncle, I’ll be honest with you. It’s not just about the house; it’s also about who you are. Let me tell you about her family situation first—”

Her glib tongue was almost unmatched in the world, and it was only because Seventh Granduncle had a calm mind that he sat and listened quietly until she finished. Then he pondered for a moment:

“You mean, they want to take care of me in my old age, I’ll move into their house, and I’ll have to be their chef, too, and bring along her silly brother?”

“Granduncle, listen to yourself! My nephew is clever, well-behaved, and obedient. Once you meet him, you’ll surely love him!” Song Hongmei spoke with righteous confidence.

Oh, this was a hard sell. Seventh Granduncle felt overwhelmed.

He shook his head. “No, no, this girl is taking on too much; I’m not interested.”

Song Hongmei pushed the bag of locust flowers in front of him:

“Before you decide, at least look at the quality of my niece’s vegetables! Their field’s Chinese milk vetch sold for twenty-one yuan a pound this year. Have you seen vegetables of this quality at the market?”

“Granduncle, let me be frank. With this house, once word gets out, many people will try to show their filial piety.”

“But it’s not just about individuals; even buying a pig requires looking at the pen. You know my brother’s character, and you know how our family is back home. The Song family isn’t a solitary bunch — with so many relatives, they won’t be bullied easily, and they are strong.”

“I’ll put it plainly today: we can guarantee you a peaceful retirement.”

“And besides, we’re not just discussing you coming back to be a chef; you’ll get paid for it. It’s not like you’d be working for free.”

“Haven’t you been complaining about being bored here and worrying about inconvenience if you get sick back home?”

“Isn’t this perfect? You’ll have a job, and my niece has a car. Why don’t you at least meet her tomorrow and consider the chef position?”

“Honestly, my niece is so capable of making money that it’s still a question whether she’s even interested in your house.”

Of course, despite her bold words, Song Hongmei was thinking, “Such a big house, worth at least a million — why wouldn’t she be interested?!”

But since Seventh Granduncle had refused, she had to embellish things a bit.