"Nizi, you're really good!"

Deng Yuhua stretched out his thumb.

Song Qingtian smiled, "Sister Deng, is that fat woman really your competitor, who came to see the style of your clothing store?" ”

"It's true to look at the clothing style, but she's not my competitor."

"Sister Deng, what ...... you looked at just now?"

Song Qingtian was startled, a little dumbfounded, was I mistaken? But Deng Yuhua didn't look unhappy at all.

Deng Yuhua looked at Song Qingtian and felt very cute, so he explained the reason to her.

The fat woman who just came is called Zhu Lingling, a doctor in the obstetrics and gynecology department of the town health center, and her husband Su Yaowen works in the supply and marketing cooperative.

Su Yaowen has a sister-in-law named Zhu Rongrong, who also opened a clothing store in Sanchuan Town.

Originally, there was only one clothing store in Sanchuan Town, Deng Yuhua, and the business was more fashionable and cheaper than the supply and marketing cooperatives.

Since 1982, the state has successively reduced or exempted some textiles from cloth tickets, open supply, private self-employed people can also start to do business to sell cloth clothes, once overstretched, incomparably expensive cloth tickets for a time "more than every family".

Deng Yuhua was one of the first people to start a clothing business.

With the reduction and exemption of cloth tickets, the sales of supply and marketing cooperatives are becoming increasingly depressed, although Su Yaowen is a person who came out of the public ownership system, his brain is not rigid.

Su Yao saw Deng Yuhua's success, so he asked his sister-in-law to imitate Deng Yuhua to open a clothing store, Deng Yuhua's store sells whatever Zhu Rongrong sells, Zhu Lingling is responsible for peeking at the style from Deng Yuhua's clothing store, every time she comes to the store and doesn't buy clothes, she looks the same.

It's really a toad that crawls on the instep of her feet, and she doesn't bite, she's disgusting!

Deng Yuhua has been worried about this matter, and he doesn't know how to solve it, so today he let Song Qingtian solve it completely.

It turned out that Zhu Lingling was Su Jinping's mother.

"Sister Deng, I see that your clothes are very good, last time I heard you tell Yang Yuting that it was purchased from Guangzhou, Zhu Lingling saw your style, did they also go to Guangzhou to buy goods?"

Deng Yuhua thought for a while and said: "Sunny day, I see that you are also a reliable person, I will tell you the truth, my clothes are wholesaled from the provincial capital, in order to make money and attract people, the fake is Guangzhou goods." ”

"Then why don't you go to Guangzhou to pick up the goods? Cheap style is good. ”

Deng Yuhua was silent for a moment, his face was slightly sad, "I live alone, I go to Guangzhou for a few days, and no one will see my shop." ”

Living alone?

Deng Yuhua looks twenty-seven or eighteen, in the prime of his youth, how can he live alone, is he not married?

She just said that she bought the goods in the provincial capital, so she had to pick up the goods herself.

In this era, it is not easy to be a strong woman, especially an older strong woman who is not married.

It was busy until more than three o'clock in the afternoon, and there was basically no one in the market, and Song Qingtian's tired legs were weak, and he decided to go back.

Deng Yuhua roughly calculated the accounts in his heart, with Song Qingtian's help today, his income doubled, Deng Yuhua was very happy, so he went to cut two catties of mutton for Song Qingtian to take back.

When she arrived home at night, Song Qingtian came home and saw Yang Xiulian killing loaches.

It turned out that three or four small loaches were turned white in the plastic bucket, and it seemed that they would not live long, so Yang Xiulian decided to clean up and eat these loaches.

Song Qingtian felt that there were few loaches, so he found more than a dozen of them from the plastic bucket that didn't look very energetic, fished them out, and asked his mother to clean up the noodles and fry them in the oil pan.

The mutton is stewed with radish, which is delicious, and the fried loach is fragrant, and it is accompanied by steamed buns, which makes you want to drool when you look at it.

Looking at a big pot of mutton soup, Yang Xiulian said: "Your third uncle has been eating at school, and he has not been busy for the past few days, you go and ask him to come and take a sip, he." ”

Song Qingtian also had this idea at the moment, so he went to his grandmother's house and asked Song Xifeng to come over and eat together.

Song Xifeng hoeed more than an acre of land in half a day today, and he couldn't lift his arm when he was tired, Song Qingtian came to ask him to eat, but he was too lazy to walk and rejected Song Qingtian.

Song Dongmei quietly asked on the side: "Sunny day, what delicious food did your family make today?" ”

"Mutton soup, fried loaches."

Song Dongmei swallowed her saliva suddenly, and ran over to drag Song Xifeng up, "Third brother, there is mutton soup at home on a sunny day, hurry up and drink it." ”

Song Xifeng glanced at Song Dongmei, "I know how to eat, I still have to study at night, and I don't want to go." ”

Mrs. Song also interjected and said: "The third child, if you want to go, you will go, you have helped a lot in the past few days, and you should have a meal, you have a heart on a sunny day, you have to give her face." ”

This sounds reasonable, but as soon as I think about it, the meaning comes out, don't eat for nothing.

Song Xifeng was a little upset by the nagging, and didn't want to listen to Mrs. Song and Song Dongmei continue to nag, so he followed Song Qingtian to his house.

Yang Xiulian served three bowls of mutton soup and fried loaches, and the three of them sat down and were just about to start eating, when Song Dongmei appeared.

"Sister-in-law, it's been a hard day these two days, I'll come to see her."

Song Dongmei didn't wait for anyone to sit down, she came down in front of the dining table, her eyes staring at the mutton soup and fried loaches on the dining table.

If there is something delicious, you come to see Song Qingtian, where are you when there is no delicious food?

Song Xifeng really had nothing to say to this girl, ignored her, picked up the bowl and drank the soup with his head buried in his head.

Song Qingtian didn't care about Song Dongmei, she was eating and drinking, and her mouth deliberately made a sound of eating, which seemed to be very fragrant.

Song Dongmei's throat moved, and she swallowed a large mouthful of saliva.

Yang Xiulian couldn't look at it, and she couldn't pick up the bowl to eat, so she politely let go, "Dongmei, have you eaten, if you haven't eaten, there is still in the pot, I'll go and serve you a bowl." ”

"Sister-in-law, don't bother you, I'll go to Sheng myself."

Song Dongmei got Yang Xiulian's words, ran to the stove room with a smoke, filled a bowl of mutton soup, and put it on the table and almost overflowed.

Song Qingtian looked at the tall radish pieces piled up in her bowl, and sighed in her heart, fortunately, she mentioned that she would take out half of the mutton and eat it tomorrow, otherwise she would have been fished all by Song Dongmei into her bowl.

Song Xifeng drank a bowl and left, Song Dongmei drank and ate with relish, and was reluctant to leave at all.

"Sunny, sunny, at home?"

Qin Xiaoyun shouted as he walked into the courtyard.

Today is Saturday, tomorrow is Sunday, I came home after school in the evening, and when I heard my parents say that Song Qingtian began to collect loaches, Qin Xiaoyun was very surprised, put down the bowl and came over.

Seeing that Song Dongmei was eating and drinking with relish, Song Qingtian looked disgusted, and asked, "Qingtian, is your sister-in-law helping you these days?" ”

"It's my third uncle."

"Then why don't you see your third uncle eating at your house?"

The implication is that those who help don't eat, and those who don't help eat hard.

Song Dongmei only cares about enjoying the delicious food at the moment, so she can hear that there is something in such a life.

"My third brother finished eating, went back, I haven't finished eating yet."

Qin Xiaoyun pursed his lips: "Those who don't work eat more than those who work, and they can eat it?" ”

Song Dongmei became angry when she heard this, "Qin Xiaoyun, what do you mean, this is my sister-in-law's house, how I like to eat and how to eat, what do you care?" ”

"If you eat so fat, you're not afraid that you won't be able to get married."

Song Dongmei's anger rose a few points again, "I can't get married, what do you do?" Qin Xiaoyun, you have a brother who can marry, so you come to sarcastically mock me? ”

Qin Xiaoyun was annoyed when she heard this, and she didn't want anyone to mention her and Qin Xiaofei.

Song Qingtian pulled her in time, "Do you have something to look for me?" ”

"Teacher Zhang asked me to give you the review materials." Qin Xiaoyun handed the information in his hand to Song Qingtian and glared at Song Dongmei viciously.

Song Dongmei ate until she was full of burps before leaving.

Qin Xiaoyun and Song Qingtian began to discuss Song Dongmei,

"Sunny day, I saw Song Dongmei go to our school yesterday."

"What is she going to do?"

"I don't know, but I heard my brother say that she went to find Zhao Gengju and gave Zhao Gengju something."

Song Qingtian laughed in her heart, this Song Dongmei is really humiliating, Zhao Gengju the girls around her, and beat her with any of them.

Okay, why did Song Dongmei suddenly give Zhao Gengju something?

Whatever, as long as she is not ashamed and is not afraid of being disliked by Zhao Gengju, whatever she wants.

The two little sisters casually said something in their hearts, and Qin Xiaoyun went home to sleep.

When I woke up in the morning, the spring sun shined through the window, sprinkled on Song Qingtian's face, the white and tender skin was caressed by the sun, and there were slight hairs on the sideburns and forehead that shone golden.

"It feels good to wake up every day."

Song Qingtian stretched his waist and was about to get up, when he heard the sound of Yang Xiulian cleaning up at home.

After freshening up and having breakfast, Yang Xiulian said: "The sun is very good today, let's dry the things at home." ”

Song Qingtian didn't say a word and joined the ranks of her mother packing up her things.

The house at home is simple.

The three adobe tile houses, with adobe walls three feet high near the ground, are covered with green bricks.

A stove room, a wing room, plus a yard.

I remember in her previous life, Mrs. Song framed her for stealing 300 yuan, which was to sell this yard and force her to live with her mother at her uncle's house.

Song Qingtian felt that this yard should be sold for more than 300 yuan, and Mrs. Song must have sold more, and then swallowed other money with a clear conscience, and said to people that it would be sold for 300.

Yang Xiulian said while cleaning up: "This house was built by your father with money outside, and it was the first new house in the village to be built with his own money." ”

"What is my dad doing outside, it's quite profitable?"

"I don't know." Yang Xiulian sighed and said: "Every time I ask him, he doesn't say, sometimes he gets a lot of money back in a month, sometimes he doesn't have a penny for half a year, I saved all the money he earned, so I built these three tiled houses." ”

Song Qingtian thought to herself, what kind of work my father does is quite mysterious, looking at what my mother said, it doesn't seem to be a legitimate industry, if it is a legitimate industry, why don't you dare to tell your mother secretly.

The mother and son covered the quilts at home, washed those that could be washed, and dried those that could be dried, and the yard was full of two ropes.

While resting, Song Qingtian accidentally found a small black wooden box in Yang Xiulian's room, which was tightly locked.

"Mom, what's this baby?"

Out of curiosity, Song Qingtian asked casually.

Yang Xiulian's face suddenly sank, touching the box, and her face showed a sad look.

"What's wrong, Mom?"

"It's something your dad left behind, and I haven't opened it in years."

Regarding what his father did, Song Qingtian was very curious, and now that he learned that there was his father's relics, his curiosity doubled.

"Mom, can you open it and let me see what it is?"

"You've grown up, and it's time to show you."

When Yang Xiulian went to look for the key, she heard Qin Xiaoyun calling her in the courtyard.

"Sunny, are you at home! Song Dongmei has an accident! ”

Qin Xiaoyun's voice was full of horror.