After getting up early, washing up, and having a simple breakfast, Song Qingtian began to hike to Sanchuan Town.

In my previous life, I was used to the bustling life of cars coming and going, and after I was reborn, I felt very comfortable every time I walked alone on the road.

The morning twilight is thin, the emerald color of the grass is desperately drilling towards the ground, and the clouds in the east spread out a splendid splendor.

The morning breeze was slightly chilly, the fresh and cold air fluttered between the noses, and every alveolar was cleaned.

Halfway through, Song Qingtian first heard the sound of a bicycle, and then a familiar sound came into her eardrums.

Yang Hongqi's honest face had a warm smile, "Sunny day, are you going to school?" Why did you go home last night? ”

Uncle didn't know that he was asking for leave, it seems that Yang Yuting didn't say anything to Yang Hongqi, and his uncle shouldn't know about his own business.

Yang Hongqi is a mason, he goes out early and returns late every day, sometimes the place where he works is far away, and he will stay down, Song Qingtian's affairs Song Qiuyue and Yang Yuting don't tell him, he doesn't know anything.

"I've been on leave for the past two days, uncle, where are you going?"

"I took a job yesterday, and I went to the town to renovate people's houses, and I came to ride a bicycle, and I took you there."

Uncle Yang Hongqi loves her very much, and in addition to her mother's third uncle, she is the relative who has hugged her the most.

Song Qingtian remembered that when she was a child, her uncle always liked to gently touch her face with his beard stubble, tickle her face, and then couldn't help but laugh "giggle".

Along the way, the two uncles and nephews chatted happily, and Song Qingtian told his uncle about his business, Yang Hongqi was so surprised that he almost forgot to pedal.

"Qingtian, you are becoming more and more like your dad recently, bold, dare to break new paths, you are the first of our Sanhe Brigade to ask dad to call dad, this is all your dad's idea, he is well-informed outside, and it sounds so foreign to call dad dad."

"Uncle, do you know what my dad does?"

Yang Hongqi shook his head, "Your father is too secretive, I have asked him many times, but he didn't say, even if he was drunk once, I didn't ask." ”

There are two kinds of deliberately concealing one's work.

First, the Secret Bureau, spies, and undercover police, but Song Dongfeng can't do these industries as a farmer.

The other is unsightly things, such as tomb robberies and fugitives as Song Qingtian speculated, as well as smuggling and underworld business.

Song Qingtian felt that it should be the latter.

What kind of person is Dad?

The question mark in Song Qingtian's heart was bolded again.

When he arrived in the town, Song Qingtian got off his bicycle in front of Yuhua's clothing store, and Yang Hongqi did not continue to ride the bicycle, but pushed the bicycle and walked a few steps and stopped at the door of a store.

As soon as Song Qingtian looked up, the plaque at the door of the store read the words "Rongrong Clothing Store".

It turned out that Zhu Rongrong's clothing store also had to learn from Deng Yuhua to renovate the storefront, and her uncle was the mason she hired.

As soon as Deng Yuhua opened the door, he saw Song Qingtian standing at the door, looking blankly at the "Rongrong clothing store".

"Qingtian, it's so early, what are you looking at?"

"Sister Deng, I met my uncle on the way here, he said that he came to the town to renovate the shop, I just saw it, my uncle went to Rongrong's clothing store, and Zhu Rongrong also wants to learn from you."

"But no, after Zhu Lingling came to the store that day, she would definitely tell her sister that Zhu Rongrong had always been her imaginary enemy, and it was too normal to see what she did."

Deng Yuhua said as he welcomed Song Qingtian to the store and poured her a glass of boiling water.

"Sunny, you just said that you came with your uncle, and it was your uncle who brought you here on a bicycle? You were walking before I met your uncle. ”

"Mmmm, Sister Deng, walk warmly."

"What about last time?"

"Last time I borrowed my second uncle's bicycle."

Deng Yuhua frowned and said: "You do business by yourself, don't talk about good transportation, you don't even have a bicycle, how inconvenient it is." ”

"I haven't made any money yet, and when I do, I'll buy a permanent bike, a new one, hehe."

"You Nizi, this self-motivated energy is likeable, if I were like you at your age, I wouldn't be like this now."

"Then what did you do before, Sister Deng?"

"Forget it, don't talk about the past, it's a sunny day, I'll take you to drink beef soup with a sip of hot tea."

"Sister Deng, I've had breakfast."

"I've run more than ten miles, I'm hungry after eating, you're growing now, you come to help me work, I have to let you eat enough."

Deng Yuhua was enthusiastic and generous, and Song Qingtian was gracious, so he walked to the beef soup restaurant on the street with Deng Yuhua.

The two of them walked and chatted on the street, and the topics of the two people were always seamlessly connected.

Deng Yuhua suddenly had a feeling that he was a little girl who was more than ten years older than him, and he got along very well.

It was a feeling that made her feel amazing.

The early morning sun shone on Deng Yuhua's face, and the gold was smeared on Yingting's facial features, which had a heroic spirit that forced people's eyes.

Walking and chatting with Song Qingtian, she seems to have returned to her innocent youth.

"Sunny day, look! Your cousin, cousin and that little white face are mixed up again. ”

Deng Yuhua suddenly saw two familiar figures standing at the Hu Spicy Soup House at the entrance of the street, so he hurriedly stabbed Song Qingtian in the shoulder.

That's right, those two people are Yang Yuting and Zhao Gengju.

These two people are really rich, they go to the street in the morning to get spicy soup, and a bowl of spicy soup costs 3 cents, which is enough for a thrifty girl like Qin Xiaoyun to spend three days.

Yang Yuting smashed Song Dongmei on the river beach, Song Dongmei did not confess Yang Yuting, it should be Yang Yuting and Song Dongmei negotiated privately and gave Zhao Gengju to Song Dongmei, Song Dongmei complained that the third uncle would delay her marriage because of the third uncle's kiss, and the two of them mixed together again, it seems that Song Dongmei, a fool, was really deceived by Yang Yuting.

Hey, poor Song Dongmei.

Poor people must have something to hate, if Song Dongmei has a brain, she should think about it, dare to smash you, can you still believe her? You are Yang Yuting's aunt!

When Yang Yuting and Zhao Gengju finished eating and settled the bill, and were about to go back to school, they met Song Qingtian.

Song Qingtian said half-truthfully and half-jokingly: "Cousin, who is the treat today?" ”

Zhao Gengju showed a proud expression, "Of course I'm in for a treat, there is a reason for a girl to have a treat." ”

Nima, you are a person who eats women's soft rice and lives alive, this 13 outfit is really real, almost making people mistakenly think that you are fresh and refined.

Thinking about it with his toes, he also knows that most of the money spent by Zhao Gengju is the money earned by Zhao Leiming going down to the river to touch the loaches, and the hard-earned money earned by Zhao Leiming, let this little white face take the girl out to eat and drink, she felt that it was not worth sympathizing with Zhao Leiming.

Yang Yuting pulled Zhao Geng up, "Ignore her, let's go." ”

Song Qingtian coughed and said: "The injury on my sister-in-law's head is almost healed, but unfortunately she has amnesia, I don't know if it is real amnesia or fake amnesia, I forgot where the wound on my head came from." ”

Yang Yuting's face changed, "Song Qingtian, what did you say?" ”

"What I say, the person in question knows best, I just picked up a bloody stone on the beach of the Song River."

Yang Yuting secretly complained, this Song Qingtian is simply her nemesis, how can she meet her in anything.

Zhao Gengju asked with a smile: "What kind of dumb riddle do you sisters play?" ”

Song Qingtian remembered that Qin Xiaoyun had said that Su Jinping borrowed money from her just to get close to Zhao Gengju through the Qin family brothers and sisters, so she continued to say half-truths: "Su Jinping seems to be interested in someone, I don't know if someone has received something like a love letter?" ”

Yang Yuting glared at Zhao Gengju, "Is she telling the truth?" ”

"What about that?" When Zhao Gengju said this, he wrinkled his nose and unconsciously touched the back of his head.

This is a lying micro-expression action, the results of human expression research in the twenty-first century, Song Qingtian can see that this Zhao Gengju is lying, it is estimated that he has hooked up with Su Jinping, but Yang Yuting doesn't know anything.

This is really messy enough, Yang Yuting deceived Song Dongmei, Zhao Gengju deceived Yang Yuting again, Yang Yuting and Su Jinping are both plastic sisters and rivals in love, this plot is more exciting than romance.

Maybe the hatred in the previous life was too deep, Song Qingtian saw the expressions of the two of them suspicious of each other, and his heart was very happy, if he didn't abuse them when he met them, Song Qingtian always felt that he couldn't get by.

When it was time to drink beef soup, Deng Yuhua asked curiously: "You seem to know a lot of stories?" ”

"Of course, because they have a lot of stories, that's why I know a lot of them."

"Your mouth?"

Deng Yuhua felt that he chatted with Song Qingtian very harmoniously, and Song Qingtian also felt very free to chat with Deng Yuhua.

The distance between the two seems to be getting closer.

At about nine o'clock in the morning, the streets began to be crowded.

Song Qingtian was ready to sell, but he waited for half an hour, and when he saw ten o'clock, there was no customer.

Deng Yuhua was a little anxious, so he said to go out and take a look.

Song Qingtian looked at the style of clothes in the store, most of the clothes in the store are winter, basically wide blue solid cotton clothes, tweed pants, the style is very single, it should be the factory's improved work clothes, occasionally a few spring clothes, sweaters and jeans look good.

Just past the Spring Festival, basically no one bought cotton clothes, not to mention that rural people are self-sewn cotton clothes, saving money and warm.

The sweater and jeans are good-looking, but the price is a bit high, and it is the season of green and yellow in the countryside, and the farmers have no money to buy them, and they are reluctant to buy them.

This spring clothing business is really not easy to do.

After more than ten minutes, I saw Deng Yuhua panting and walking in, with an angry face.

"Zhu Rongrong, this woman is so shameless!"

"What's wrong, Sister Deng?"

"Isn't Zhu Rongrong renovated in the store? She put all the clothes in the store at the corner of the street to cut off my business. That's not to say, the key is where she shouted, saying that the clothing stores inside were all closed, she was the only one in town, and if she didn't buy it, there would be no place to buy clothes. ”

"It's really annoying, it's okay to intercept business, how can you say that our store is closed, doesn't that ruin the reputation of our store? Who will come to us to buy clothes in the future? ”

"Zhu Rongrong, this woman, I really want to tear her mouth apart!"

Song Qingtian poured Deng Yuhua a glass of water.

"Sister Deng, it's useless to be angry, let's calm down and think of a way."

Deng Yuhua took a sip of water, calmed down his anger and said: "Qingtian, you are calmer than me, you are right, we have to think of a way, we can't let her tell lies like this." ”

Song Qingtian encountered a lot of unfair competition between opponents in her previous life, and she could kill Zhu Rongrong in seconds with any case, but the current society is different, she wants to think of an optimal solution that is in line with the current society.