After Song Xifeng asked about Yang Xiulian's condition, he pulled Song Qingtian outside and whispered to Song Qingtian: "I have already repaid Uncle Zhiping for my sister-in-law's medical treatment, you don't have to worry about this." ”

"Third uncle, thank you, by the way, third uncle, do you have to go to Shanxi coal kiln to work in the fourth uncle?"

Song Xifeng smiled: "Girl, depending on what your fourth uncle thinks, I will definitely go anyway." ”

"Third uncle, can you persuade the fourth uncle to let him continue to go to school?" In fact, Song Qingtian wanted to persuade the third uncle not to go to the coal kiln.

"The fourth child is a person who has no idea, he will follow me when he sees what I do, forget it, don't talk about him." Song Xifeng touched the pocket of his shabby cotton coat, took out ten yuan, and stuffed it into Song Qingtian's hand: "Girl, I may have to leave tomorrow, I saved this money, and I will keep it for you to buy whatever you want to eat when you go to school." ”

"Third uncle, I, you ......"

In the eighties, I saved ten yuan, and it would take a long time to do something, not to mention that the third uncle has been in school, I don't know how long the third uncle will save these ten yuan, Song Qingtian was a little excited and speechless.

"The third uncle went out to work, Zhao Sanmeng said, you can't spend money on food and housing, and you can make a lot of money, you can keep this money first, I have to go back to help your grandmother grind tofu."

Family affection once again poked at Song Qingtian's soft heart, such a good third uncle, how could she watch him disappear from the world?

On the way to school on foot, Song Qingtian's mind resurfaced what had happened in the past two days.

The poverty of the family, the future fate of the third uncle, the future illness of the mother, and the bullying in the school.

Song Qingtian, you are not young, you are already fifteen years old, you can change all this.

These need to be changed with their own hands, and the only way is to make money.

Of course, money can't change everything, nor is it all the value of life, but it can change fate and change a person's life.

Only when you make money can you harden your waist. Money is not only material satisfaction, but also a driving force that allows people to work hard spiritually.

You can sit in your previous life, and you will definitely do better in this life.

Song Qingtian decided to speed up the pace and find out where the people who collected the eels and loaches came from before going to the school.

In the 80s, the mud road was potholed, and Song Qingtian wore handmade shoes with hard soles, and the soles of his feet hurt when he walked quickly.

After running for a while, I felt that my feet hurt, and my physical strength seemed to be unable to keep up, and I began to be out of breath.

Accidentally, he tripped over a raised lump of dirt on the road, lost his balance, and a dog gnawed on the mud.

What a shame!

She looked up at the front of the road, but fortunately it was early and no one saw on the road.

Song Qingtian got up and rubbed his sore knees and arms, and heard the sound of a bicycle bell behind him.

Hey, I didn't look at the back of the road just now, but I was actually seen falling out of the way. Song Qingtian turned his back embarrassedly.

The bike seemed to stop behind her, too.

"Hey, are you alright?"

The voice was very young and seemed a little familiar, Song Qingtian turned his head, it turned out to be Zhao Leiming.

Zhao Leiming was riding a bicycle, and there was a snakeskin bag behind the bicycle, something was scurrying in the snakeskin bag, and there was a faint fishy smell wafting over.

Song Qingtian thought of Qin Xiaoyun's words, today is Wednesday, Zhao Leiming must have gone to the town to sell loaches and yellow eels, and he happened to see himself falling.

"I'm fine."

Although Zhao Leiming's adoptive mother Yao Xiaotao framed and blackmailed the second uncle, which indirectly harmed the third uncle and couldn't study, Song Qingtian is not the kind of person who doesn't distinguish between right and wrong, this has nothing to do with Zhao Leiming, not to mention, after Song Qingtian jumped into the river, Zhao Leiming also saved himself, so he responded lightly.

"Can you still walk?" Zhao Leiming's voice was faint and lackluster.

"Okay."

"Do you want to ride my bike, I'm also going to town, and I'll give you a ride by the way."

The day before yesterday, she asked the Zhao brothers to make a fool of themselves in public, the purpose was to rectify Zhao Gengju, but Zhao Leiming had no face at the scene.

Song Qingtian felt that he and Zhao Gengju were both people all the way, and he was definitely not a good person when he defended Zhao Gengju's scumbag so much, and he didn't care about Zhao Leiming's face at all.

Later, I learned that Zhao Leiming also snatched the third uncle's place to join the army, and she felt uncomfortable, Qin Xiaoyun told her that it was Zhao Leiming who rescued her from the river, and Song Qingtian was a little entangled.

Right now, Zhao Leiming offered to help him, and Song Qingtian felt that he didn't know whether it was better to agree or refuse.

Song Qingtian thought about it, it must be good to get on Zhao Leiming's bicycle, first, it saves time, you can go to the town early to inquire about what you want to do business, and second, you can take this opportunity to say thank you to Zhao Leiming.

Zhao Leiming put the snakeskin bag on the girder, took out an old piece of cloth from under the seat, and wiped the water stains on the back seat.

"Thank you."

Although the two have crossed paths twice, Song Qingtian feels that he and Zhao Leiming are alone with each other, both of them are a little weird, and they feel quite comfortable watching him wipe the back seat of the bicycle.

In the morning breeze, the mist of early spring has not yet dissipated, Zhao Leiming pedaled the bicycle briskly, and the tender green grass on the ridge poked its head out.

Anyway, at least Zhao Leiming saved himself, and now that the two have a chance to be alone, Song Qingtian spoke first with sincerity.

"Zhao Leiming, thank you for saving me from the river a few days ago."

"It's okay, it's a good thing." Zhao Leiming's response was light.

After a long time, the two of them each said a word.

When he was about to arrive in town, Zhao Leiming said again, "Didn't you just go to the school yesterday?" Why did you come back? ”

"I lost my money yesterday, and the school asked me to pay the money, but I didn't have the money, so I came back to get the money."

"How much money was lost?"

"Four bucks."

"Is it a two-dollar one, two one-dollar ones?"

(The two-dollar banknote was issued in 1965, 1980 and 1990, and then it was not in circulation, and the bank only collected and did not pay, and destroyed a large number. Hey. ）

"Hey, how do you know?"

Zhao Leiming pinched the brakes, stopped, took out a paper bag from his pocket, opened the paper bag, and put four yuan in it, one for two yuan, and two for one yuan.

"This is what I picked up when I sent Xiao Geng to school yesterday, I deliberately wrapped it, I thought I couldn't find the owner, but I didn't expect you to lose it, and now I'll give it back to you."

After receiving the money handed over by Zhao Leiming, what could she say?

Picking up gold is not a good young man!

Anyway, this character is not a bad person, and it is completely different from Zhao Gengju's scumbag.

In short, Zhao Leiming is different from what Song Qingtian imagined, and the impression of meeting for the first time is also different, and her impression of Zhao Leiming has changed greatly at the moment.