"Send the food to your uncle and send them over, don't steal it, otherwise I'll pick your skin." Zhou warned Song Qingyuan solemnly.

"Milk, don't worry, I won't steal it." Song Qingyuan raised his hands and shook his head again and again.

Zhou stared at Song Qingyuan uneasily, Song Qingyuan had a straight face, no lack of heart, and then said, "Go!" ”

"Hey!" Song Qingyuan took the food box and turned around silently.

Zhou didn't believe her, she wasn't surprised at all.

After all, she has a criminal record, and there have been a lot of incidents of stealing food.

Isn't it because the original owner and her mother went to steal corn?

The original owner's personality followed her mother, and she belonged to the lazy type. She had just arrived, and it was difficult to change people's perception of her for a while.

However, it's still the same sentence, the coming day is long, Song Qingyuan smiled confidently.

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

Song Qingyuan carried the food box, carried the back basket, and put the loaded mother-in-law in the back basket, and walked all the way to the town.

The weather was hot and muggy, and there were not many pedestrians on the road, except for a few children laughing and jumping, and peasant women sitting in the shade of trees and chattering.

"Yuan'er girl, this is for your uncle and they are going to send food!" The woman who was about forty years old sitting under the tree looked at Song Qingyuan and smiled.

"Yes, the eldest lady hasn't eaten yet?" Song Qingyuan said with a smile.

"No, how can you eat so early, we all have two meals, and we can't compare with your scholars." Woman.

Song Qingyuan smiled and didn't answer, "Auntie, I'll go first!" After saying hello, Song Qingyuan quickly walked two steps out of the village.

In fact, what she didn't say was that the Song family also had two meals, with the exception of three scholars. But there's no need to tell outsiders about this kind of thing.

Songjia Village is very close to the town, out of the village, go straight ahead is the official road, walk about two or three miles, and arrive at Qingshi Town in a quarter of an hour.

The town of Bluestone is big and bustling. A main road, there are many shops on both sides of the road, restaurants, teahouses, grocery stores, cloth shops, all kinds of shops, and there are many merchants carrying flat shoulders to sell, and the street is very lively.

Go straight on the main road, turn left at the second intersection, and walk about 50 meters to a large house.

At a glance, the entrance is a vermilion gate, and there is a plaque hanging above the gate, which reads the four big characters of Yue Lin Thatched Cottage.

At this time, just in time for the end of school, a group of young people dressed as scholars, carrying bookcases, walked out in groups.

Song Qingyuan scanned back and forth in the crowd, and soon found two familiar figures, standing on tiptoe, waving his hands high, and shouting, "Big brother...... Third Brother ......"

"Your sister? Looks like I'm bringing you food. A scholar beside Da Lang swept the food box in Song Qingyuan's hand out of the corner of his eye, and patted Da Lang Dao.

"I'll see what good food I've brought you." Another scholar took the first step to take over Song Qingyuan's food box and opened it easily.

"Ah, why do you eat this!" The scholar looked at the food box with disdain, and said with disgust, only to see a plate of boiled cabbage and six nests in the food box.

"What's wrong with this meal?" Song Qingyuan tilted his head and smiled faintly, "I can't eat this meal if I want to." ”

"Huh?" The scholar looked at Da Lang, San Lang in disbelief, and then at Song Qingyuan with patches on his clothes, "It turns out that your family is so poor." ”

"I really can't see it......" The corner of the scholar's mouth showed a trace of sarcasm, fleeting, only listening to his whispered whisper, "Song Huaiwen is not badly dressed, and he is usually quite arrogant, it shouldn't be!" ”

The scholar's disgusted, disdainful, and sarcastic eyes all fell in Song Qingyuan's eyes.

"Poor?" Song Qingyuan raised his head and said loudly, "There is a saying that people are poor, and there is also a saying that people are poor, and there is also a saying that people are not poor." These two sentences are encouraged by you. ”

"Big brother, third brother, let's go." Song Qingyuan snatched back the food box, pulled Dalang Saburo and turned around and left.

"Hey...... Ay...... You little girl, you stop me. ”

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

"People are poor...... Don't bully young people into poverty...... Interesting, interesting......"

Under a willow tree, a young man was looking at this side with interest.

He wore an aqua-blue satin robe with silver openwork hibiscus trim exposed. He wears a jade belt around his waist and holds an ivory folding fan. The handsome face has a faint smile, quite a bit of the charm of a merry boy.

"Young master, what's interesting?" The scholar wearing a blue and ink-colored robe next to him looked at his master in confusion.

"A proud little pepper, very spicy." The young man laughed.

"Ahh The scholar exclaimed, "It turns out that the young master wants to eat chili peppers!" ”

"But young master, don't you never eat chili peppers?" The scholar's eyes widened in confusion, scratched his head, and suddenly felt that his brain was a little confused today, not enough, how to break.

The young man shook his head and smiled, and the fan "snapped" and said, "Then let's try the little pepper today." ”

"Tell the kitchen that today's dish is going to be chili, and it needs to be spicy enough." The young boy commanded.

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

Song Chengzhong's private school is just behind Yue Lin's thatched cottage, and it is a few steps away.

The private school ended earlier than the school, and when Song Qingyuan and the three of them arrived, the Mengtong inside had already gone. Song Chengzhong was standing at the door with his hands behind his back, waiting for the three of them.

After entering, Song Qingyuan put the food box on the table and opened it, took out the boiled cabbage, one person with a pair of chopsticks, and two nests. Then he sat next to him and waited for the three of them to eat.

"Yuan'er, this nest head is for you." San Lang handed the nest head in his hand to Song Qingyuan.

Song Qingyuan shook his head, "Third brother, I'm not hungry, you can eat." ”

"If you give it to you, you can take it, and I will have enough to eat." Saburo insisted.

"Third brother, I'm really not hungry!" Song Qingyuan resolutely refused to ask for it.

Song Qingyuan insisted, San Lang also insisted, one refused to accept it, and the other just handed it over, after a while, Song Qingyuan was defeated first, and said helplessly, "Third brother, I promise milk, I can't eat it." ”

San Lang held the hand of the nest head, suddenly stiffened, and took it back unnaturally.

Soon after a few bites, the food was almost eaten, Da Lang took out a square handkerchief and wiped his mouth and said, "Yuan'er, you don't need to send food in the future, let's go back and eat." ”

Hearing this, San Lang looked at Da Lang, and after retracting his gaze, the corners of his lips pursed slightly. Song Chengzhong also looked at his son in surprise.

Perceiving Song Chengzhong's gaze, Da Lang explained, "Dad, our house is not far from the town, just a few steps away, you don't have to run back and forth every day, it's troublesome." ”

Song Chengzhong was reluctant, but when his son said so, he could only reluctantly nod.

After a while, the three of them finished eating. Song Qingyuan got up and packed up the chopsticks and basins, put them in the food box, and then picked up the food box and walked out with Dalang Saburo.

Halfway through walking, Song Qingyuan suddenly turned around and asked, "Uncle, how do you scholars make friends?" ”

Listening to Song Qingyuan's question, Song Chengzhong was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head and said, "Naturally, I will meet friends with literature." The acquaintance of people is important in knowing each other, and the acquaintance of people is important in knowing each other. ”

"Uncle, I've heard others read such a sentence, there is no old or young in life, why should you be in the same tone first. What does this mean? Song Qingyuan pretended to be curious.

Song Chengzhong turned his back to his hand, "This sentence is to make friends, you don't have to care about the surprise of status, the most important thing is to make friends." It's the same thing I said. ”

"Oh......" Song Qingyuan nodded as if he suddenly realized, and then looked at Da Lang with a smile.

It wasn't until he saw Da Lang's face red that he smiled and said, "It's better to be an uncle." ”

"The eldest brother and the third brother, I have to learn from the eldest Boduo in the future!" Song Qingyuan said meaningfully.