Chang's saw Wang probing his brain across the road, and when people approached, she greeted with a smile: "The third family, why are you here, come in and sit down." ”

"Second sister-in-law, I heard that you opened today, let me take a look."

Wang smiled, and when he saw that there was not only Ah Xiu in the shop, but also a young man and Chang's mother's family, his heart was sour.

Invite so many people and don't know how much money you have to spend, Chang's mother's family is just a relative, but who is that young man? How can it be so good to invite outsiders to invite your own people!

Wang was distressed for a while, feeling that she was late, her mother's family still had her brother and younger brother, if only they could get an errand.

"The third family, have you been busy lately?"

Chang poured her a cup of tea and hugged the little girl on her back.

Wang walked all the way and was thirsty, so he poured half a cup and went to feed his daughter.

"What are you busy with, Sancai asked me to rent out the land, and the rest of the grain will be collected and my mother's family will come over for two days, and everything can be done."

The Wang family brought up the affairs of the family, and nothing has changed, and it is still the same.

The two chatted casually, and the Wang family saw that they were busy, so they didn't sit much, thinking that when their husband came back at the end of the month, he asked the second child to ask if he wanted anyone, and soon left with his daughter.

At noon, Song Tian returned from the school hall and was relieved to see that there were still people selecting cloth from time to time on the stalls outside.

Although he also knew that the embroidery workshop would be the main one in the future, the shops were all opened, and everyone wanted to have some business.

Song Ercai was very busy when he was rushing to the market, and he didn't come back to eat at noon, except for Lu Bao in the front hall who was watching the shop with a bowl, everyone else was in the backyard.

Lu Bao was busy all morning, his face was not tired, but he was a little happy in his heart, after all, the business of the owner was good, and he had hope as a buddy.

Lu Bao rolled a chopstick dish into the cake, and saw a few students outside pause to watch, put down the things in their hands and were about to go out to say hello, not wanting those people to leave again.

"Hey, didn't you say that the people in the school hall are all sons and daughters of rich families, why don't you come and take a look and leave."

Lu Bao was puzzled, returned to the counter and ate the cake again.

At the corner of the street, Jiang Boyuan asked Song Hong: "Aren't you going to take a look, why don't you go in?" ”

Today, the shop in the second room opened, and Song Hong wanted to come over to take a look, but when he saw that the people inside had started lunch so late, he suddenly didn't want to go in again.

"I see that young man is eating, so it's better not to disturb him, next time!"

Jiang Boyuan bowed: "You are right, the business of eating so late in the morning must be busy." It seems that your second uncle, who is the shopkeeper, has not been in vain all these years, and he is a bit business-minded! ”

Song Hong didn't want to go in to see how others were beautiful, but at this time, she was said to be bored.

A few people talked and laughed and returned to the school, and after walking all the way, Song Hong's heart slowly became more comfortable, but when he saw Luo Zhenping, who was wearing a brand new student shirt, standing by the door, his heart felt as uncomfortable as if he had been twisted.

When did this dead fat man come?

Before he Song Hong entered the town, there was no one in the school hall in the nearby villages, but it was not a few months after he came, and one or two came like farts and worms.

Luo Zhenping saw Song Hong's squinting eyes light up, and immediately ran over and asked, "Song Hong, have you seen Song Tian?" Is he here or not? ”

Luo Zhenping came for Song Tian, and the only friend who could speak in the private school left, and he couldn't sit still, so he begged his mother to send him to the town school hall.

The Luo family is a small landlord in Gaotan Village, and Luo's mother had planned to send him to the town next year, but now it doesn't matter if it's half a year early.

He referred to it yesterday, entered the museum today, and was assigned to the same place with Song Tian to study.

He didn't go to class this morning, he sorted out his things and lived in the number house, and now he was guarding the door to surprise Song Tian.

It's a pity that Song Tian hasn't seen it yet, he saw Song Hong first.

Song Hong didn't like this little fat man who looked like a pig when he was in private school, and when he saw him approaching, he retreated half a step back in disgust and said: "I didn't see him, you can look elsewhere." ”

After Song Hong finished speaking, he left directly.

Luo Zhenping was stunned, turned his head and snorted coldly, he knew that Song Hong didn't want to see him, and no one played with him in the private school except Song Tian, those people were jealous of themselves, they ate well and dressed well, they couldn't compare.

Luo Zhenping pinched his sleeves and fanned the wind, found a step to sit down and continue to wait.

On the other side, Jiang Boyuan looked back at the little fat man, and asked Song Hong curiously, "What about the newcomer, do you know?" ”

Just now Luo Zhenping called out his name, can Song Hong say that he doesn't know him, and said with a smile: "I have a good relationship with my third brother from the same private school." ”

"Oh......"

Jiang Boyuan stretched his tone, and the folding fan in his hand tapped his palm, with a little scrutiny in his eyes.

The three roommates in Song Hong's house, compared with the other two wine and meat friends who don't learn and don't know how to do it, Jiang Boyuan is good and bad when he reads, he is usually used to playing and is very generous, and his family background is also very good.

Such a person Song Hong has been working hard since the beginning, but unfortunately, his temperament is the same as reading.

When it's good, I can invite you to his house as a guest and share the Jiang family's carriage. But when it's bad, he abandons the people around him without warning, like throwing away a pair of worn boots.

Song Hong boasted that he had already had a good relationship with him, and when he saw that kind of look, his heart jumped, and he immediately explained: "The little doll in her early tens, and she is not in the same class, if he doesn't often turn around my third brother, I don't know this person at all, I don't know this person at all." ”

Song Hong's performance in the school hall is a humble gentleman, for a newcomer who came to inquire, and inquired about his own cousin, it stands to reason that he should take care of it, after all, he just came back from the Bojin Cloth Village, but this person is very impatient, which is really puzzling.

He bothered to explain so much, Jiang Boyuan smiled faintly and did not continue to mention it.

Song Hong breathed a sigh of relief, and when several people saw that there was still time, they were about to go back to the house to rest for a while, but they didn't want to meet three students from Haoxuezhai.

"How many people, have you seen the bulletin board outside the front hall?"

The student who spoke looked to be eleven or twelve years old, wearing a clean and tidy student shirt, and he already looked like a little adult when he gave his hands over.

Song Hong's face changed when he heard his words, he cleared his throat and sighed: "On the day of the monthly exam, I was unwell and played abnormally, and Song was willing to gamble and lose, and fight again in the future." ”

Song Hong said, reached out and took out two hundred coins from his sleeve, and handed it to Hu Ke unhappily.

At the same time, Jiang Boyuan and others also took out their purses, sighing and complaining about their bad luck, and the unfairness of the master's reading of the papers, which made them lose the gamble.