The figures of Song Qingyuan and Erlang appeared, Li Shi breathed a sigh of relief, quickly ran over, and scolded his head and face, "You little dead cub, where did you die!" ”

"I thought you were taken by a mouse......"

"Yuan'er, we're all worried about you." Song Qingmo held Song Qingyuan's hand.

"Humph!" A cold snort sounded, and Song Qinglian looked at Song Qingyuan dissatisfied, "It's so late, and you still run out of the wilderness, don't you know that your family will be worried!" ”

"It's so bad that we don't sleep at night, come out to find you!" After Song Qinglian finished speaking, she turned her head and left.

Zhou glanced at Erlang, obviously attributing the reason for Song Qingyuan's late return to Erlang.

Especially Erlang, who was full of the smell of wine, dragged Song Qingyuan and taught him, "Don't go home so late in the future." ”

"And your ......" Zhou glared at Erlang, "In the future, I won't be with those gangsters, and I won't have to take your sister with you." ”

"Heh~" Erlang sneered, and shook his head danglingly.

Zhou didn't bother to talk to him, "San Lang, go find your uncle, third uncle and them, tell them all to go back, just say that Yuan'er is back." ”

The Song family went to the room.

Song Qingyuan, who was criticized by everyone in turn, lowered his head in shame.

She forgot that she was only nine years old, she was still a child here, and she was worried about her family when she came home so late.

At the same time, Song Qingyuan was also moved in his heart.

That's family.

They will worry about her, scold her, and criticize her family.

"I'm sorry! I'm worried about everyone, I won't be next time. Song Qingyuan lowered his head and said solemnly.

"And you, go out into the wild by yourself, don't take your sister with you!" Zhou's spearhead is pointed at Erlang.

"Got it......" Jiro replied impatiently.

"What kind of attitude do you have!" Zhou stared.

San Lang saw that the situation was wrong, and immediately said, "Milk, it's so late, everyone has been looking for so long, and they are all tired, let the big guys go back to rest." ”

Looking at everyone's tired looks, Zhou waved his hand, "Let's all go back to sleep!" ”

In the courtyard, San Lang grabbed Song Qingyuan, "Yuan'er, remember to talk to your family next time you go out." ”

"Also, don't blame your family for saying you, everyone is for your good."

"I heard Mo'er say, someone came to look for you, you went out, and I don't know where you went, my mother is in a hurry, everyone has been looking for you for a long time, and the village and town are almost all over......"

"Third brother, I know that my family cares about me!" Song Qingyuan continued.

San Lang didn't say these words, but Song Qingyuan also understood it in his heart.

She is not a child, and she can tell the difference between good and bad intentions.

"If only you understood!" San Lang touched Song Qingyuan's head, "Go back to sleep!" ”

This night, Song Qingyuan dreamed of her past life again, dreaming of her parents and family.

In the dream, Song Qingyuan told them that she was doing well here, and she had a group of lovely relatives, and they also cared for her and loved her.

Although they have all kinds of shortcomings, they will also make her very annoyed and helpless.

However, they gave her warmth.

At the same time, Song Qingyuan also told her parents and relatives that in the world without her, they hope they can live well and be happy.

The night passed, and the corners were wet with tears.

Opening the wooden window and looking at the morning star in the sky, Song Qingyuan felt for the first time that the days here were not bad.

............

"Yuan'er, the day is coming, why is my soaphorn like this?" Li looked at his hand with a worried brow.

Just now, Li washed his hands with freshly baked soap, and his hands were full of lard.

Instead of cleaning your hands, they became more and more greasy.

"Oh!" Song Qingyuan responded casually, smelled the cloth towel that had been cleaned with soap, and there was a faint fragrance.

It's light, but it's a success.

"Yuan'er, what the hell are you talking about?" Li asked anxiously.

"The two of us do things differently, and the things we make are of course different." Song Qingyuan Road.

"What's the difference!" Li snorted coldly, "It's obviously the same." ”

Seeing Song Qingyuan cleaning the cloth towel by herself, ignoring her, Li simply broke the jar and broke it, "I learned from you like this, how can it be different." ”

Song Qingyuan raised his eyebrows, "I learned from me, when did you learn it?" ”

Li raised his head proudly, "Jiang is still old and spicy, you can guard against me!" ”

"Don't think that if you ask Mo'er to do it for you, you can avoid my eyes."

"I saw it all, Mo'er picked it up, and a lot of green leaves, chopped, cooked, and added."

Song Qingyuan burst into laughter in her heart, she asked Song Qingmo to do it and show it to the Li family.

Li really fell for it.

Holding back his smile, Song Qingyuan said in surprise, "It turns out that it is all mother, you have seen it." ”

Song Qingyuan sighed, "Hey, I thought I was doing it very secretly, but I still couldn't hide it from your eyes." ”

"It's a pity, mother, you have a good plan, I have a wall ladder." Song Qingyuan laughed.

"What do you mean? Don't always say things I don't understand. Lee's eyes widened slightly.

Song Qingyuan shook his finger, "That is to say, although you have seen some of it, my really important step has been hidden from you." ”

"I went to the county to get it and added it directly, so mother, you wasted your efforts." Song Qingyuan patted Li's shoulder comfortingly.

"Mother! Now that you have pocket money every day, you can be an old lady with peace of mind, and you don't have to worry about making money. Song Qingyuan persuaded.

Li pouted, "The old lady of whose family you see, the pocket money is five cents, and you are not too cold." ”

His eyes lit up, and he continued, "Unless my pocket money rises to ten, no, to fifty." ”

"Fifty wen a day, I won't toss." Li looked at Song Qingyuan expectantly.

Fifty wen a day, one or two halves of silver a month, is about to catch up with Old Man Song, and he earns more than Song Chengzhong.

The point is that you don't have to work yet, and there's nothing to be satisfied with.

Li pursed her lips and secretly enjoyed herself, not knowing if her daughter would agree.

Song Qingyuan smiled and said, "Mother, the dream is good!" Let's do it......"

This means that she is daydreaming, and Li Shi instantly understood.

"Hey, Yuan'er, let's discuss...... " Li Shi dragged Song Qingyuan, "Fifty wen is not good, then we will be thirty wen......"

Song Qingyuan ignored her and continued to walk into the house.

"What about twenty wen?" Lee's continued to cut prices.

Song Qingyuan chuckled and didn't stop.

"Ten Wen, ten Wen, it's all right?" Li's eyes rolled, and he raised the pocket money first.

"Want to increase your pocket money?" Song Qingyuan asked.

"Uh-huh!" Li nodded violently.

"Look at the performance!" Song Qingyuan shook his hand, if the Li family behaves well, it is not impossible to increase the pocket money, but not now.