When the middle-aged woman heard Dali Village, her body stiffened for a moment, and then muttered.

"Dali Village!"

"Well, where is my aunt from?"

"I'm not anywhere."

Song Baoxuan was confused by the middle-aged woman's words, no one counts anywhere.

"Huh?"

"I don't have a village, so I live alone at the foot of the mountain."

Song Baoxuan heard the middle-aged woman's words and didn't know what to say.

A middle-aged woman should be a person with a story, and the story is not very good.

However, the middle-aged woman didn't feel anything, and continued to talk to Song Baoxuan.

"What's your name, little girl?"

"My name is Song Baoxuan, and it's my second brother who is driving, what do you call my aunt?"

"Your name is Song Baoxuan, it seems that you are the treasure of your family. You can call me Aunt Zhuang, but I should be able to be your grandmother at my age, so let's call me Grandma Zhuang. ”

"No, I think Aunt Zhuang is quite young."

"Baoxuan, your mouth is so sweet, you are handsome, and your heart is kind, it's the first time I've seen such a good-looking person."

"Auntie, don't praise me, I'm embarrassed."

When she was about to arrive at the county seat, Song Baoxuan asked Aunt Zhuang.

"Aunt Zhuang, where are you going? We'll send you there! ”

"No, you just let me down at the intersection, and I'll go by myself."

Song Baoxuan didn't insist, and asked Song Zhi to stop and let Aunt Zhuang go down at the intersection.

Aunt Zhuang took out five cents from her pocket and handed it to Song Baoxuan.

"I can't take your car for nothing, you can take the five cents!"

"No, just by the way, second brother, let's go!"

Aunt Zhuang saw that they were leaving, so she had to put the money back in her pocket and whispered.

"I've met a kind person!"

Song Zhi sent Song Baoxuan to Zheng Huawen and said to Song Baoxuan.

"Baoxuan, the second brother won't go in with you if he wants to go to Jinsong Furniture, and in the afternoon, the second brother will come to pick you up!"

"Okay, second brother, go get busy!"

Old Man Zheng heard the sound of the motorcycle and walked out, and he snorted at Song Baoxuan and said.

"How long has it been since you came, girl? Have you forgotten about me, an old man? ”

"Why, Grandpa Zheng, didn't I come? I also brought you vegetables! ”

Old Man Zheng said with a smile when he saw the vegetables in Song Baoxuan's hand.

"For your sake, I won't bother with you."

Song Baoxuan and Old Man Zheng entered the house, and Old Man Zheng's health was much better than a few years ago.

Old Man Zheng sniffed, looked at Song Baoxuan and said.

"Bao girl, you have a strange fragrance, and this fragrance is so familiar!"

"Grandpa Zheng, if you smell it carefully, is this fragrance the same as the flowers you planted?"

"Huh! Really, but now is not the time for it to bloom! Baby girl, how can you have this floral fragrance on you? ”

Song Baoxuan took out the perfume she had made from her bag and put it in front of Old Man Zheng.

"Grandpa Zheng is this, spraying it on the body will have a floral fragrance, as long as you don't take a bath and change clothes or something, this fragrance can last all day."

Old Man Zheng picked up the perfume and looked at it, then approached the bottle and smelled it.

He seemed to have seen something similar in the capital, but the fragrance was not as good as this, and the fragrance was too pungent.

"Did you make this thing yourself?"

"Well, what do you think of Grandpa Zheng?"

"Very good, my old man likes this fragrance a little bit, it feels very comfortable and peaceful, Bao girl, you are really eccentric, you can do anything."

"Hee-hee! Since Grandpa Zheng thinks it's good, others must think it's even better. ”

"Girl, are you going to sell this thing next?"

Song Baoxuan nodded, she felt that the perfume business would definitely be better than furniture, and she liked a lot of good smells.

Especially rich people, they will pay more attention to these aspects, so Song Baoxuan plans to make rich people's money, so that the money will come quickly, and she will not be weak at all.

Even if she sets the price of the perfume higher, it is nothing to the rich, but she will feel that the perfume she bought is very face-saving.

Low-priced things can't get into their eyes at all, let alone reflect their wealth.

Rich people make a lot of money, but they are not stupid, and they will not buy things if they are not good.