didn't speak all the way, just passed a big pit, the bike jolted, Song Qianqian hugged his waist, and Ji Mufeng froze directly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hug you." Song Qianqian hurriedly apologized.

"It's okay, there was a big hole just now that I can't avoid, it's not your fault and you don't need to apologize." Ji Mufeng said nervously.

"I'll treat you to breakfast later, shall we go eat noodles?" Song Qianqian felt that eating the noodle soup was very warm.

"Okay, I'll go to the post office after breakfast, I have a letter to send out." The corners of Ji Mufeng's mouth rose happily.

Soon came to the state-run hotel, Song Qianqian got out of the car to buy breakfast, Ji Mufeng was still holding an old cotton jacket, and he couldn't lose it and would use it later.

Song Qianqian ordered two bowls of pickled vegetable and shredded pork noodles, and added two poached eggs to each bowl.

Ji Mufeng is eating noodles and eggs, and he is not polite at all when he is in a good mood, in his heart, the little girl is a daughter-in-law, and he will give him his money and tickets after marriage, so he will not feel that he is eating soft rice.

Song Qianqian still had half a bowl of noodles left, Ji Mufeng saw that she didn't eat it, so she took it, and Song Qianqian was stunned after eating two or three bites.

"Well, you can't waste food." Ji Mufeng explained with a blushing face.

"Well, I can't finish eating eggs today." Song Qianqian also explained to him.

The two of them pushed their bicycles to the post office, Song Qianqian got the last remittance slip, Ji Mufeng received the remittance slip from his grandfather, and the two queued up together at the window to receive the money.

Song Qianqian only had more than 200 yuan, but Ji Mufeng had more than 4,000 yuan, and the people in the post office looked at him.

Song Qianqian took out the novel and book, but still sent two packages, and was stopped by the staff when she wanted to leave.

"Comrade Song, here is your registered letter." After the staff finished speaking, he handed her the letter.

"Okay, thank you, comrade." Song Qianqian thought of the publishing house.

"Ji Mufeng, you wait for me a little longer."

"It's okay, I have time anyway."

Song Qianqian opened the registered letter, which contained a remittance slip and a letter, and the amount on the remittance slip was more than 300, which was the cost of publishing the novel in the newspaper.

The settlement standard of the novel written in the letter, and I hope she can update it soon, many readers wrote to say that it was very exciting, and said that they were about to start typesetting and publishing the book.

Song Qianqian took more than 300 more, and she bought ten stacks of stationery, Ji Mufeng saw it all, the little girl actually wrote novels, and she would publish a book soon.

The two left the post office to go to the bank, walked on the road without saying a word, and went to the bank to line up to deposit money.

"Qianqian, you are really amazing, not only can translate, but also write novels." Ji Mufeng's eyes lit up when he looked at her.

"Ji Mufeng, so my mate selection standards will be very high." Song Qianqian said with a smile.

Ji Mufeng handed the passbook to Song Qianqian, she opened it out of curiosity and took a look, more than 20,000 my mother is really rich, it seems that her mate selection standard is not high.

"It's really rich, I'll give it back to you." Song Qianqian said in a low voice.

"I'll give you all the money in the future." Ji Mufeng replied in a low voice.

"What did you just say?" Song Qianqian didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing, it's your turn, hurry up." Ji Mufeng's earlobes were red.

The two saved all the money, and then wandered around the commune, Ji Mufeng said to go to the movies, and there was nothing to do when he went back anyway.

"Qianqian, I'll invite you to dinner after watching the movie." Ji Mufeng's brave invitation.

"Okay, but I have a question for you, and you can leave it if it's not convenient." Song Qianqian was just out of curiosity.

"Ask, and I'll answer truthfully."

"Where did you get all that money?"

"I dug up wild ginseng in the back mountain, and I also picked more than a dozen Ganoderma lucidum, and sent it to Beijing to sell to my grandfather, which was all the money he sent me."

"Huh? I see, I also have wild ginseng, can you help me sell it? ”

"Yes, it's in high demand, and the bigger it is, the more valuable it is."

The two made an appointment to come again tomorrow, and deduced that the wild ginseng was still in the Zhiqing Point, so it couldn't be conjured out of thin air.

So, they went to watch a movie, all of them are war movies in this era, Song Qianqian is quite energetic to watch, and Ji Mufeng has been watching her all the time.

After watching the movie, it was just time for dinner, and they went to lunch, knowing that the other party had money and there was no need to hide it.

Ji Mufeng ordered pot-wrapped meat, slick meat and spicy tofu, and ordered two bowls of white rice, and the two looked at each other and smiled after eating.

They rode to the entrance of the village, Ji Mufeng stopped and put her down, did not leave to go with her, and Song Qianqian did not catch him.

"What time do we leave tomorrow?" Ji Mufeng asked with a smile.

"Anyway, it's nothing, let's go back at eight o'clock." Song Qianqian will be lazy if she wants to sleep.

The two made an appointment to wait at the entrance of the village, returned to the educated youth point Song Qianqian closed the door, and entered the space to prepare wild ginseng.

She took out the one that was hundreds of years old, and one that was more than a hundred years old, and these two plants could be sold for a good price.

In the afternoon, Gao Chunmei came to knock on the door, Song Qianqian was translating, and opened the door to let her in.

"Qianqian, what are you going to eat tonight?" Gao Chunmei is a foodie.

"Eat cakes made of spicy cabbage tonight, and then cook half a pot of white porridge to your heart's content." Song Qianqian said to her with a smile.

"Need my help?" Ji Mufeng suddenly appeared at the door.

"Go to your room and get a spicy cabbage, and then come over to wash rice and cook white porridge." Song Qianqian ordered unceremoniously.

"Okay, I'm sure I'll get the job done." Ji Mufeng is a child who has not grown up.

Dinner was handed over to them to get it, Song Qianqian said how to make cakes, and Gao Chunmei made it well.

After dinner, they all went back to their rooms to burn the kang, and Song Qianqian entered the space to take a bath, changed into pajamas and started writing novels.

The next morning, the three of them had breakfast, Song Qianqian was going to the commune, Ji Mufeng also rode away, Gao Chunmei went to find Tang Ruyan, and the old intellectuals went to the mountains to chop wood.

At the entrance of the village, they went to the commune together, parked the car at the gate of the post office, Song Qianqian took out wild ginseng, and Ji Mufeng gasped.

"Your wild ginseng has been formed, and you have concocted it well, it's amazing!" Ji Mufeng fell in love with this little girl completely, and Song Qianqian would admire him very much.

"Well, next time we go into the mountains together, I won't hold you back, and I still know herbal medicines, so I can concoct them and sell them to the purchasing station, or bring them back to Beijing to sell them again, and I can go back to visit relatives next year." Song Qianqian actually wants to sell it on the black market, and the price at the acquisition station must be cheap.

"Okay, then I'll listen to you." After saying that, the two walked into the post office.

The staff looked at the suspicion of life, and felt that the wild ginseng had become a radish, and this more exaggerated had become fine.

"These are all for the troops, don't make a noise, everyone keep their mouths shut." Ji Mufeng said to the staff.

"Comrade Ji, rest assured, none of us will reveal it." Several staff members hurriedly assured.

After sending wild ginseng, they went to the supply and marketing cooperatives to take a turn, and Ji Mufeng bought three catties of wool, army green and smoky gray.

"Qianqian, my sweater please." Ji Mufeng said shamelessly.

"Huh? I'm afraid that's not good. Song Qianqian took the yarn and wanted to refuse.