I don't know when the villagers of Lingu Village will take Lu Qinghe's family over the topics they chat about every day. I am always afraid that my information is behind others, and the reason is not that I care about Lu Qinghe's family, but that if you don't know the dynamics of their family, you are embarrassed to say that you are from Lingu Village.

Lu Qinghe invited the villagers to eat steamed buns for free, and sure enough, their family affairs provided the villagers with a lot of topics for after-dinner chat.

"Dad, the shelves are ready, when will the goods come?" Lu Qinghe didn't expect his father to be so attentive to the opening of the store this time, it was really a miracle. A pile of dilapidated mud houses has now not only been turned into a three-bedroom living room, but also a warehouse, a 180-square-meter supermarket, and a 60-square-meter steamed bun shop.

The name of the supermarket has been chosen, it is called Wanlu Supermarket; The name of the steamed bun shop is called the steamed bun shop, which is simple and rude, and easy to remember.

"Your godfather said that it will arrive the day after tomorrow, and when the goods arrive, you can put it on the shelves and book the price. Now, the steamed bun shop is almost ready, that is, the house we live in needs some furniture. Qinghe, do you want to buy a TV and come back? "Lu Qiang himself doesn't want to buy a TV, I'm afraid that Qinghe won't be able to study hard after he likes to watch TV.

But I was worried that after coming to the bazaar, Qinghe was not used to it, and it was not very good to go to other people's houses to watch TV in the bazaar.

"Dad, the supermarket is open, don't we go home to live?" The supermarket is open, but only the eldest sister is convenient to go to school, and the second and third sisters are still in the village.

"This is not necessarily, it depends on how the business is after opening the store to make a decision, you and the third sister must live at home, and it is inconvenient to go to school from here." Lu Qiang picked up Lu Qinghe and asked her to sit on the bench at the gate. He took a hammer and nailed the small blackboard that Xie Changsong had bought for him in the middle of the door of the supermarket and the bag shop.

Then, write on it the time of opening, the type of bun, and the price. At the bottom, there are also written about the recycling of copper coins, stamps, villain books, and old objects. You can take these things to the supermarket and exchange them for what you need, but not for money.

When he was done, Zhang Yimei and her three daughters also packed up the room and came out.

"Their beds were made into bunks, and they were all covered with quilts, and three quilts were placed. Ours is also paved, and the other one, as you said, is also furnished. Lao Zuo, really let Ji Xiang and Aunt Lan Qiao come over to help? I don't know if it's good to sell yet, so you just promise them fifteen yuan a day, will it be too high? ”

The busier Zhang Yimei was during this time, the happier she became, and her store was finally getting more and more beautiful. But the money spent like flowing water, she was distressed. Especially when it came to inviting Cheng Jixiang and Lu Lanqiao to come over to help, she really felt that the salary was too high.

Think about it, Lu Qiang only went out to move bricks for others for only ten yuan a day, and this fifteen yuan a day can catch up with the price in the county. The only consolation is on the side of the sand dredging boats, where several truckloads of sand are pulled out of the village every day.

"Mom, don't worry. Dad is afraid that he will be too busy and tired of you when the time comes. Anyway, Aunt Xiang and Aunt Lan Qiao both know that they will come to do it for a few days first, if our family's business is good, invite them to do things, and our family will not lose. Mom, you're tired, let's sit down and rest first. ”

The hard work of my parents in the past few days Qinghe is really in my eyes and heartache. I blamed myself for being too young to help much. Seeing such a diligent mother, Lu Qinghe sincerely hopes that his mother can go on like this. Really, Lu Qinghe dares to pack tickets, if his mother has always been like this, his father will definitely give some of his preference to his mother.

No, there should be more love for mom.

Lu Qiang saw Qinghe say good things for himself like this, smiled, and hurriedly stepped forward to pour a cup of hot water for his wife personally, and asked the three eldest daughters to sweep some water and simply sweep the floor.

Zhang Yimei saw that Lu Qiang smiled at herself, and diligently served tea and poured water for herself, with a spontaneous pleasure. This feeling is a bit like the mood of Lao Zuo when he agreed to marry him, very comfortable and happy.

Another day later, Xie Changsong followed a truck to the door of Wanlu Supermarket, which had not yet opened, and jumped out of the car. The first time was to hug Qinghe, who was sitting on the side and reciting Tang poems, and leaned forward and kissed the little cheek: "Qinghe, do you want to be a godfather?" Godfather misses you, and your brother Zilong, shouting every day that he wants to come back to play with you. ”

Lu Qiang said hello to his friend, and began to move things down from the truck, telling Zhang Yimei and his three daughters that things should be sorted and placed, and his friends chatted with Qinghe.

After Xie Changsong kissed Qinghe twice, he first ran to the housing area inside to wash his face with hot water, washed his hands, changed into the clothes he had put here before, and drank a few sips of hot water before coming out.

"Qinghe, the museum you mentioned, I went to it during the Chinese New Year. Unexpectedly, the old curator is really a bull, he simply knows 500 years before and 500 years later. What a great person, he actually knows everything big and small in the whole county. ”

"When you asked me questions, he could answer them all, not as stiff and cold as I was. It's very interesting to listen to, even your brother Zilong loves to listen to it. I'm going to the city these days, and your brother Zilong will stay with the old curator to study. Don't say it, Zilong only studied with the old curator for a few days, and the words he wrote changed a lot. ”

Xie Changsong said again, how did he get acquainted with the old curator during the Chinese New Year, and he was still a cute little fat man. The little fat man got the eyes of the old curator, and accepted him as half a primary school student, teaching the little fat man to write and learn history and humanities.

made Xie Changsong very happy, the little fat man's own son, Xie Changsong has always known that this child is too internal, and since he was born because of his mother's death, he has spoken quite little. Growing up slowly, because of personality problems, I can't always play with the children in the village.

After a long time, Xie Changsong was about to worry about whether his son had the kind of autism that the city said. Later, after he recognized Qinghe, his goddaughter, his son began to talk to the daughters of Lu Qiang's family, especially Qinghe, who was like his own sister.

When it comes to talking, there is no play, and Xie Changsong finally doesn't have to worry about the problem that his son has no one to play with.

"Brother Zilong is so well-behaved, it is natural for the old curator to like it. Godfather, is your notice of establishing a new unit coming down soon? Godfather, I support you in the new unit. Lu Qinghe won the trust of his godfather, who didn't treat himself as a child at all, and was willing to tell her anything.

Even the questions that he often chatted with himself and occasionally raised, his godfather would take it to heart, and Lu Qinghe thought that he must push him on his godfather's taxi journey in this life.

"Well, when the notice comes down, I'll find a way to get inside. The old curator said that the newly established office would also be very suitable for someone of my personality. Actually, Qinghe, Godfather doesn't have any big ambitions, he just hopes that one day he can help us in Lingu Village, and he doesn't forget to protect his kindness. ”

Xie Changsong sighed in a long tone, if it wasn't for Lu Qiang and not a person in the village, he would really be alone now.