In the afternoon, Yang Xiulian and Jiang Xiaoyan were busy, and Han Zheng saw Song Qingtian walking towards the cold powder stall with a few delicate wooden signs.

Song Qingtian hung several wooden signs in the four corners of the jelly stall, and hung a very eye-catching wooden sign in the important area of preparing jelly.

Han Zheng stared at the wooden plaque, muttering in his mouth: "Lotus Liangfen, this name is so good." ”

Song Qingtian said with a smile: "As long as it sounds good, this will be the name of our cold powder stall from now on, and you can make a brand with a name." ”

"What? Do you also make a brand of jelly? ”

Han Zheng has seen the world, and he has also seen some knowledge about brands from TV and newspapers, which are ancestral secret recipes, or high-tech new products have brands.

This jelly stall? Han Zheng felt that Song Qingtian was a little whimsical.

Song Qingtian smiled and didn't explain, so he threw himself into the busyness.

There was nothing to do in the afternoon, Song Xifeng also came to help, Song Qingtian asked Han Zheng to go back early, after all, he is the son of the mayor of the town, and he is a famous person in Sanchuan Town, and it was a half-joke to say that he was a bodyguard at the beginning, but he just wanted to use Han Zheng's skills and prestige not to be bullied.

The mayor's son is a bodyguard for himself, and Song Qingtian can't afford to hire him at the moment.

Han Zheng has been making trouble for so many days, and he is helping Song Qingtian buy stools and tables in the canteen of the town government 1 mansion, and he is selling cold powder to Song Qingtian and being a bodyguard.

Han Pengcheng has been paying attention to his son's whereabouts in the past few days, and circling around a female student group every day, what is this like?

When Han Zheng returned home, Han Pengcheng began to talk to him.

"Xiaozheng, you've been back for a week, you can't just toss around every day, don't talk about the physical education teacher for the time being, but you have to think about your work."

"What do you think about, I don't want to go to work yet."

"I don't think you want to go to work, you're fascinated by that schoolgirl, right? I've inquired about the schoolgirl who is only 15, how can you hit someone's idea? ”

Han Zheng was unhappy when he heard it, "Dad, you are still the mayor of the town, how can you speak without proportion, when did I have the idea of beating Song Qingtian?" ”

"Then why do you revolve around her all day long? Look at Zhu Ming, I used to think that the kid was not as good as you, you are good, Zhu Ming is now a police officer in the system, and you are still a vagrant. ”

Han Zheng's eyes rolled over, "Then you go and treat Zhu Ming as your son." ”

Han Pengcheng wanted to say something again, but Han Zheng shook off and left.

Soon after I went out, I saw Zhu Ming on the street, and I was angry, my dad actually compared you with me? What kind of thing are you, like a little rascal who dresses up all day long, and you look like a bump, why compare with me, you are just my little follower.

Zhu Ming also saw Han Zheng, so he rushed forward to say hello.

Han Zheng kicked Zhu Ming's ass, "Get out!" ”

Zhu Ming was stunned, what kind of neuropathy is this.

Han Zheng didn't explain, and said goodbye: "Let's go, go drink with Lao Tzu." ”

When he arrived at the well-off restaurant, Han Zheng ordered a few dishes, and without saying anything, he poured wine into his mouth, went down with a bottle, and immediately collapsed.

Han Zheng, who was lying on the wine table, kept shouting Song Qingtian's name in his mouth.

As soon as Zhu Ming saw this situation, he understood in his heart that my brother was suffering from lovesickness.

Han Zheng was drunk here, and Song Qingtian's business was in full swing.

After the three-day spring meeting of the Longwang Temple in Sunjiazhai, Song Qingtian calculated an account, plus the two days in Chenghuangmiao Village, he earned almost 100 yuan.

Flowers are not red for a hundred days, and people are not good for a thousand days.

After Song Qingtian's jelly stall made a lot of money for a few days, he went to the Guanyin Temple Spring Festival for three days, but business began to deteriorate.

The reason is very simple, your business is good, others don't come to make trouble, don't come to find trouble, but people will imitate it.

Since ancient times, the folk have produced masters, the jelly is originally a local specialty of Sanchuan Town, and there are not a few people who can prepare the jelly, smart and caring people, go to the lotus jelly stall to eat a few times, and you can almost mix out the same taste, and people also learn the same taste as you, and the customers are divided, and the business will naturally be poor.

However, the taste of Song Qingtian's jelly is still relatively authentic, and it will not be exactly the same no matter how it is imitated, and after several spring meetings in a row, the reputation has also fallen, and the signboard of Lotus Jelly has gradually become familiar to people.

Although the business did not start as well, it was also said that in the past, at least people were not so busy and their income was relatively stable.

When people can be idle, they have free time, Jiang Xiaoyan takes the time to go to the back of the stage to watch people put on makeup, wear costumes, and hum with the actors behind them from time to time.

After going back and forth, Jiang Xiaoyan became familiar with the people in the troupe, and went backstage more and more often.

Song Qingtian didn't say anything when he saw this, knowing that Jiang Xiaoyan was a person who liked art, and it was normal for people to actively study when they encountered such an opportunity.

Jiang Xiaoyan is not the kind of person who is not light or heavy, she is never lazy when she is busy, and she only goes when she is free.

However, Jiang Xiaoyan can see Song Dongmei every time she goes backstage in the past two days, Song Dongmei and Jiang Xiaoyan's purpose is different, Jiang Xiaoyan is learning other people's hands, eyes, body and singing style, Song Dongmei seems to only stare at a male actor who sings martial arts, and occasionally says a few words to that martial artist, and that martial artist seems to ignore Song Dongmei.

Jiang Xiaoyan told Song Qingtian what she saw, and Song Qingtian thought to herself, this Song Dongmei's stomach was just right, and she was restless again.

In the two days that Song Dongmei had a bad stomach, she somehow remembered Zhao Leiming inexplicably, and felt sad, why didn't she leave silently, and she didn't say a word to herself.

I thought about it a lot, and I was even more sad, so I went to the spring party to see the excitement and relieve boredom.

Walking around the venue, I saw Song Qingtian's cold powder stall, at this moment she already had a shadow of the cold powder, and when she saw the cold powder, she felt a stomachache, so she quickly ran away.

Inadvertently, Song Dongmei saw a male actor singing martial arts in the background who looked quite similar to Zhao Leiming, tall and thin, black and black, with a high nose bridge.

Song Dongmei is her first love for Zhao Leiming, she has not yet come out of the "broken love", when she sees this male actor, she can't help but feel emotional, so she wants to talk to this male actor, so that she will not be so sad.

stood backstage for two days in a row, and this male actor had no interest in her at all, and always tried to avoid him.

Song Dongmei thought to herself, you are such a good man, it's not that you look like Zhao Leiming, so I don't bother to pay attention to you.

It seems that it doesn't matter who the parents are like and who you are.

Song Dongmei was a little frustrated, so she bought a popsicle and sat under the shade to nibble.

When I was bored, I heard a conversation between two women.

"Old sister-in-law, what are you doing in such a hurry, you didn't hear me shouting at you just now."

"Her second aunt, people are old and have bad ears, don't be surprised, I didn't leave in a hurry for Nizi's marriage."

"No, your niezi is 17 years old, it's time to talk about your mother-in-law."

"Nizi is worried about it, she can't find a good mother-in-law, and she won't worry about it for the rest of her life. No, I heard that a blind fortune teller over there is a good calculation, so I'll go tell Nizi's fortune to see what kind of in-law she can find. ”

"Old sister-in-law, you are really thoughtful, I'll go with you."

The two women talked and laughed and walked away.

Song Dongmei is not happy in her heart, people are mothers, Nizi is so anxious to say to her mother-in-law when she is 17 years old, why is my mother not in a hurry at all, I found someone to propose marriage and beat me, am I a child who picked it up?

It is also possible that she picked it up, Song Dongmei thought, the eldest sister Song Qiuyue is thin and thin, not particularly outstanding, and she can be long, the eldest brother, the second brother, the third brother and the fourth brother are not bad, but she is different from them.

There are several brothers and sisters in the old Song family, and their appearance is still very similar, the reason why Song Dongmei thinks so is because everyone else is not as fat as her, and when she is fat, her face is deformed, how can she look like a few others.

Forget it, it doesn't matter if it's biological or not, my mother is not in a hurry to find me a mother-in-law, I can also learn from the two women just now, and calculate what kind of son-in-law I can find, so that I have a score in my heart in advance.

Song Dongmei followed the two women, only to see them walk to a corner and sit down in front of a blind man wearing sunglasses.

After about ten minutes, the two women left with smiles on their faces.

Song Dongmei hurriedly ran over, and when she sat steadily in front of the blind man, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and she didn't know why she spoke.