Early the next morning, Song Chengli fed the cattle and set up an ox cart, and then called Song Qingyuan and Song Qinglian.

"Hey! Third uncle, I'll come right away,......" Song Qingyuan responded and walked out of the door of the second room.

At first glance, I thought it was a meat ball, but I saw Song Qingyuan wrapping himself in several layers of cotton jackets, soft and bulging.

The face is also tightly wrapped, only two eyes are exposed, quite like a little penguin.

There was also a small basket in his hand, which contained the leftover bean sprouts from yesterday, and Song Qingyuan planned to bring it to Lu Mingxuan to taste.

"It's quite tightly dressed......" Song Chengli couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

"I'm afraid of the cold!" Song Qingyuan smiled, she was really stupid if she wanted demeanor and not temperature.

In ancient times, the medical conditions were not so developed, so it was better not to let yourself catch a cold.

"Let's go!" Song Chengli patted Song Qingyuan and rushed to the door.

At the gate of the courtyard, as soon as Song Qingyuan's butt got on the ox cart, Li chased him out, "It's cold on the car, put this under the buttocks." ”

Li handed over a mat, and Song Qingyuan took it with a smile.

Song Qinglian on the side saw this scene, her eyes darkened, and a touch of gloom crossed her eyes.

was successfully captured by Song Qingyuan, Song Qingyuan sighed, "Mother, take a mat for the third uncle and Sister Lian'er." ”

"Oh!" Li Shi responded, turning around slowly.

After the mat was brought, it was handed to Song Chengli and Song Qinglian respectively.

"Thank you, sister-in-law!" Song Chengli said with a smile.

"Thank you, thank you, second aunt......" Song Qinglian said in a mosquito-like voice, and lowered her head after speaking.

"It's okay! It's okay! Li waved his hand aggressively.

"Sit down!" Song Chengli shouted, shook the rope twice, and the cow walked up slowly.

The ox cart is slow, it takes a lot of time to get to the county, and in the ice and snow, Song Qingyuan can't do anything, so he can only watch the sky with the old god.

Song Qinglian was in a bad mood during this time, she was always silent, and she had no desire to chat, and for a while, the two were relatively speechless.

It wasn't until the ox cart was halfway through that Song Qinglian's low voice sounded, "If my mother was here, she would have thought so much about me." ”

A sentence without a head and no house, Song Qingyuan didn't know what he said, so his eyes swept over the mat under Song Qinglian, and he guessed in his heart that it might have something to do with this.

Song Qingyuan didn't know how to answer this question.

Song Qinglian didn't want Song Qingyuan to say anything, and continued, "I didn't like your second room before, and I don't like ...... either" Song Qinglian's afterglow swept over Song Chengli.

"I think your room is quite mud......dy except for San Lang," Song Qinglian said to herself, just talking to herself.

"I still remember when I was a child, every time I brought a new head flower, you would cry and make trouble and ask the second aunt, and the second uncle and second aunt would ask for grandma, if you don't give it, you will play tricks."

"Sometimes I can't even bring it with me."

"At that time, I was thinking, mine was bought for me by my mother with private money, why did you want to buy it at home."

"But at that time, there were a lot of reasons for the second uncle and the second aunt, that is, there was no reason why they could also sit on the ground and find a lot of reasons." Song Qinglian said nonchalantly.

Song Qingyuan tilted her head, she didn't have what Song Qinglian said in her memory, but according to her understanding of the original owner and her understanding of the scumbag father and scumbag, they did this kind of thing.

Song Qingyuan kept his mouth shut.

Song Qinglian glanced at Song Qingyuan, "I hated you very much at that time!" Delicious, lazy, sloppy, buryed, stupid and fat, not yet self-aware. ”

"But I don't know when you've changed...... Song Qinglian's eyes were empty, looking at the sky, "You have become ...... that everyone likes you."

"But I still don't like you, because ......" Song Qinglian's head lowered.

Because you are more likable than me, Song Qinglian didn't say this.

Song Qingyuan smiled lightly, "It doesn't matter if you like it or not, I'm not a gold ingot, I can't make everyone like me." ”

Song Qingyuan will not do it, she will follow her own path, other people's opinions are other people's, she will not change herself for other people's preferences.

Hearing this, Song Qinglian suddenly fell silent, lowering her head and not knowing what she was thinking.

A sudden start and an abrupt end.

Song Qingyuan didn't have the time to study the mood of an adolescent girl.

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

Soon, when he arrived in the county and greeted the old man, Song Chengli then sent Song Qinglian to Qingyang Town.

Song Qingyuan said that he wanted to buy a new dowry for the Zhou family.

"This ......" Old Man Song opened his mouth wide, full of shock.

He couldn't understand why Song Qingyuan suddenly brought up this stubble.

It is not uncommon to change the dowry list in the marriage book, and there are generally two situations in which the dowry list will be modified.

One is that there was a mistake in writing, and the other is that the woman's family suddenly made a fortune and wanted to add a new one to their daughter.

In Zhou's case, it is obviously neither.

"Okay!" Old Man Song thought about it and agreed, "Your milk is not easy to ......"

Old Man Song patted Song Qingyuan, his face was full of relief, Song Qingyuan's filial piety made Old Man Song appreciate.

"Let's go, let's go to the county office." Old Man Song said.

So saying, he went to drive the donkey cart of the inn.

Song Qingyuan had a smile in her eyes, it seemed that she had guessed correctly, the old man felt guilty about the old lady.

Among them, Song Qingyuan also played a cautious eye, she did not tell Old Man Song about the profit margin of bean sprouts.

A recipe for cooking, in the eyes of Mr. Song, is only a few taels, dozens of taels, not to mention it from the book.

I can't say that others will.

If Old Man Song knew that this recipe was constantly coming in money, Song Qingyuan was not sure whether Old Man Song would agree.

Even if she could, she didn't want to take the risk.

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

After arriving at the county office, things went very smoothly, and the rich master led the way, gave the clerk a few dollars, and the matter was done.

Since then, the bean sprouts recipe has belonged to the Zhou family.

"Thank you, master......" Old Man Song smiled and thanked him.

"Brother Song, why should you be polite to me!" Master Qian patted Old Man Song in a friendly manner, "Just call me Brother Qian, don't be the chief master, it's too foreign." ”

Old Man Song hugged his fists, "Then I'll take care of it, Brother Qian!" ”

"Haha! Ha ha! That's right! Master Qian laughed and hugged Old Man Song, "Brother Song has nothing to do and often contacts." ”

"Is this your granddaughter?" Master Qian's gaze looked at Song Qingyuan.

"Grandpa Qian!" Song Qingyuan shouted.

"It's smart......" Master Qian looked at Song Qingyuan's tightly wrapped and praised it.

Song Qingyuan's eyes were crooked, indicating that he was smiling.

With a roll of his eyes, he handed over the basket in his hand, "Grandpa Qian, this is a new dish from our family, Grandpa Qian can take it back and taste it, cold salad, stir-fry and eat." ”

"Oh?" Master Qian took it and looked down, "It's quite fresh, it's not easy to eat a fresh dish in winter." ”

"I also want to thank Brother Song for the dried vegetables sent before, the family said that it tasted good, and I plan to dry some at home next year." Master Qian said with a smile.

"Brother Qian likes it, I'll ask my son to send ......you some more tomorrow," Old Man Song smiled.