The strongest space princess is too rich

Chapter 109 112: A man of forty is a flower
"Well, why is it so hard to find?" Yu Wushuang saw his hesitation.

"It's a little bit. Now people with a little bit of cultivation have high spirits, and they don't want to sign the contract of sale."

"You don't need to sign the deed of sale, we just sign the year, and the price can be higher." Even she couldn't stand the rigid requirements of the deed of sale.

"Year? Can this work?" Uncle Song was puzzled.

"Well, if Uncle Song doesn't understand, I can write you a list later."

Song Bo nodded his head when he heard the words: "It's just right. You see, I'm getting old and confused, and I can't keep up with my schedule."

"Uncle Song, don't say that, the Song family is the most sincere, and you should take a rest at your age." Yu Wushuang remembered that Uncle Song seemed to be over 60.

"Third...Miss San, please don't, I can still work..." Uncle Song was shocked, and knelt on the ground shaking his hands.

"Uncle Song, what are you doing?" Yu Wushuang was taken aback, and quickly helped him up.

"Miss San, although I am old, I can still work. I don't know where to go if I leave the Song family." Uncle Song has been in the Song family for most of his life, and he has long regarded the Song family as his home.

Yu Wushuang suddenly understood when he heard the words, and smiled immediately: "Uncle Song, where do you want to go? I mean, you have worked hard for the Song family for half your life. From now on, you will raise flowers and birds at home, and let the young ones do the rest. do it."

"This...how can this be done."

"Why not, Uncle Song can be regarded as our elder, it's not right to give you a pension."

"Miss San." Uncle Song called, with tears in his eyes.

He had no children all his life, and suddenly someone said that he would provide for him in the old age, and that feeling hit his heart.

People like them who were sold into the house did not have many extravagances in life, and they would be satisfied if they could have someone to die with.

"Unparalleled."

Song Qian'an came slowly with a cane on his back.

"Father, why did you get out of bed?" Yu Wushuang went up to meet him.

"The weather is so good, I can stay there. The ointment you gave is really good. After using it, the wound doesn't hurt anymore." Song Qian'an moved his arms while speaking.

"No matter how good the ointment is, it will take three or four days. I'll help you go there for a while." Yu Wushuang's brows and eyes were full of warmth.

Uncle Song wiped his eyes and called out, "Master."

"Uncle Song, why are your eyes so red?" Song Qian asked.

"This……"

"I was the one who said that I would provide for Uncle Song, and Uncle Song was moved to tears." Yu Wushuang held his arm, raised her head and smiled, narrowing her eyes.

Song Qi'an laughed when he heard the words: "It's my father's responsibility to take care of the elderly, so it's your turn, little girl."

"I also want to be filial."

"You're a fine person." Song Chi'an raised his hand and nodded her forehead with a smile, then looked at Song Bo and said, "Song Bo, you are getting old, it is indeed time to rest."

The tears that Song Bo finally wiped away were sour again.

"I... I'll check in the kitchen to see if lunch is ready."

Uncle Song wiped his face and turned around hastily.

No matter how difficult it was before, he felt it was worth it at this moment. He was really lucky.

Seeing this, Song Qi'an shook his head and chuckled: "I'm still so thin-skinned at such an age, half my life has passed in a blink of an eye, and I'm getting old too."

"Father is still young. Everyone says that a man in his forties is a flower, and it's a good time." Yu Wushuang shook his head, saying something serious.

"Pfft, you're the only one talking about flowers." Song Qian was helpless.

"I'm telling the truth." Yu Wushuang didn't exaggerate at all, Song Qian'an was only 39, and he was handsome.

(End of this chapter)