On the afternoon of Qingping and Li Yuanhao taking the train to Yangcheng, two people from Wangzhuang were caught by several people near the Pingcheng Railway Station and taken back to Qingchuan Town.

The next day, Feng Yonggang, Liu Ming and Cui Zheng were released.

Feng Yonghong excitedly ran to the market to find Qingping, wanting to thank her, but only saw Zhou Yingxiu, who was busy selling spicy noodles.

Because he couldn't take care of it, Zhou Yingqiang had to help at both ends, and stayed there for a while when he saw that he was busier over there.

Feng Yonghong, who was about to leave, volunteered to stay and help Zhou Yingxiu get busy.

The two women were about the same age, and they soon chatted together, and Feng Yonghong, who was cheerful and even a little spicy, greeted the customers with enthusiasm, which made the business of spicy noodles a little more prosperous.

After closing the stall, Zhou Yingqiang was entangled for a moment and called Feng Yonghong.

"Miss Feng, Qingping hasn't been here for the past few days, I don't know if you've been busy these days, can you please come and help my sister?"

"Help?" Feng Yonghong was a little stunned, since Zhou Yingqiang asked her for food, after being beaten by Feng Yonggang, this person seems to have been a little afraid of her, what is wrong today.

Zhou Yingqiang's face suddenly turned red, "Well, if you don't want to, then forget it, but if you come, I will ask Qingping to pay you." ”

This was the longest sentence Zhou Yingqiang said to Feng Yonghong, and he said it with a red face, Feng Yonghong couldn't help but think of teasing.

"How much is a day? Can you do it to the Lord? ”

Belch? Zhou Yingqiang was stunned, how much should this be given? If it was to sell vermicelli, he might be able to call the shots, but this spicy noodles are Qingping's business, and he can be the master there.

With a heroic face, looking stupid now, Feng Yonghong couldn't help but think of the day when Zhou Yingqiang had a scruffy beard and asked her for an extra steamed bun, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled.

"If you can't be the master, then forget it." Feng Yonghong turned around and made a gesture to leave.

"Wait, don't go, I—I'll give you a dollar a day." Zhou Yingqiang thought about it, if Qingping was unwilling to give so much, then he would give it.

"It's only one dollar a day!" Feng Yonghong smiled teasingly.

"Then, if you don't have a piece of five, do you think it's okay?"

"Hehe, are you stupid, you have a lot of pieces a day, okay?"

Feng Yonghong smiled and walked away, and he didn't say yes or no.

"Brother, what are you talking about when you pull Sister Yonghong, why is Sister Yonghong smiling so happily."

Zhou Yingxiu had already packed up his things, and when he saw his usually smug brother eating in front of Feng Yonghong, he snickered on the side.

"Huh!? Didn't say anything, oh, by the way, I asked her to come over and help you these days, but she didn't seem to want to. ”

"That's the case, Sister Yonghong knows that Qingping has gone to Yangcheng and will not be able to come back in a few days, so she has already taken the initiative to tell me that she will come to help me in the next few days!"

"Huh? What, she has already told you? Zhou Yingqiang's face turned red again, and it was red.

"Brother, what's wrong with you, why are you blushing."

"It's hot, it's hot, hurry up and pack up and go home, go back and make vermicelli, or you won't have to sell it in two days."

"Brother, there aren't many artichokes, I'm afraid it won't last long."

The artichoke of the two families ran out, and Uncle Guo collected the potatoes of Guojiagou and Zhoujiashanzi almost, and Uncle Guo drove a donkey cart and ran from Dapingshan to the county seat every day, and he was tired.

Originally, Qingping's uncle or Guo Zidong's father could help harvest the artichokes, but Qingping was afraid that they would point fingers and make it difficult for Zhou Yingqiang and Guo Zidong, so she didn't agree.