Girlfriend's Fortune

Chapter 150 Chapter 140 Nine: The size does not match
According to the previous life, it is quite normal for the family to pick up some delicious dishes at the dinner table at home.

Song Qiuben didn't think much about it, he just did it subconsciously, and then he also picked up a chopstick for old Yuan Shi.

But Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, and then he was so happy that he drank a big mouthful of porridge from the bowl, and put Song Qiu's stuff into his mouth, feeling that it tasted even better.

Old Yuan Shi watched silently, laughing uncontrollably in his heart.

This look in front of them really looks like a family.

It's not bad that Zhang Yang can really marry in.

Zhang Yang, who was particularly satisfied after a meal, tried his best to show that he helped clear the table and wash the dishes, and then he clapped his hands and went back to sleep.

Old Yuan Shi followed Song Qiu into the house, slapped her with mosquitoes as usual and put down the mosquito net, but he didn't leave immediately, but sat down.

"Aqiu, now that Lihua's marriage has been settled, and it's so good, I feel relieved in my heart. I watched you grow up. Naturally, I wish you well. Now it's you. Aqiu, you What's on your mind?"

Song Qiu was puzzled when he heard that, "What's your idea? Grandma, didn't we agree to recruit a wife? Let's wait slowly and see who is willing to marry me. When the time comes, let's see if the other party is suitable and then think about it."

Old Yuan Shi smiled, "It's recruiting, but it's better to just wait for others to come to your door. No, you don't think you like the ones in the neighborhood?"

"For example, Zhang Yang, let me see, he is not bad."

Song Qiu's heart skipped a beat when he heard that, Zhang Yang.

This guy likes the original Song Qiu, and she dare not think about it with him, besides, this kid is a little bit younger than her previous life by more than ten years, and she doesn't have the consciousness of an old cow eating tender grass.

What's more, the man's tall and burly figure is really not her favorite style.

She just wants to find someone who is gentle, white and comfortable to look at.

Otherwise, standing beside Zhang Yang was like a mountain, she felt a little unworthy.

cough.

Song Qiu, who felt that he had accidentally lost his mind, quickly pulled himself back to reality.

This is ancient times, the idea is too embarrassing.

Well, she's not that.

Song Qiu looked serious, "Did you say Zhang Yang, I grew up with him, how familiar? I just think of him as an elder brother like Lihua, but I haven't thought about anything else. Besides, Uncle Donggua Just his son, would you like him to come and marry me? Grandma, please don't mess with the mandarin ducks."

After hearing this, old Yuan Shi looked at her granddaughter who seemed to be embarrassed to tell the truth because she was shy, did she really dislike Zhang Yang?
Come on like this, she felt a little worried.

Don't like Zhang Yang, how can this be good?
Then it's really rare to wait for this move, it's only by fate.

Forget it, she can't make up her own mind and decide for Zhang Yang.

Now I can only watch it slowly, what if my granddaughter gets enlightened someday?

The kid Zhang Yang on the left and right likes Ah Qiu, it depends on his strength.

Old Yuan Shi sighed in his heart, but didn't say any more about it.

"Okay, then let's not rush, just wait and see."

……

When Song Qiu went to town early in the middle of the night, when he saw Zhang Yang again, he couldn't help but think about what happened at night, and when he thought of his distracted thoughts, he couldn't help being a little embarrassed.

As for the size, she really can't think about it, or if she sees someone now, she can't control her eyes and wants to glance at his lower body.

Oh, what a shame.

Song Qiu hurriedly shook his head, and threw out the thoughts that shouldn't have been in his mind, and subconsciously sat a little further away from Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang was full of strangeness, and couldn't help but look at Song Qiu several times, until he was on the official road for a long time, he couldn't help saying: "Ah Qiu, but there is something on my face?"

He said with a naive smile, "I forgot to wash my face, so I just came out, but the sky is still unclear, why are your eyes so good?"

Song Qiu couldn't be honest, so he just shook his head and said, "There's nothing, I just think it's a bit hot today, and you're blocking the wind if you sit too close."

Zhang Yang listened, looked at the still dark sky, and echoed: "It's a bit hot. It's midnight and early in the morning. It should be cool for a while. It's a dull day. It's hard to say that if it rains tomorrow, it will rain." , Another weird weather."

Song Qiu was just talking casually to fool the past, but after listening to Zhang Yang's words and looking at the day, he also felt that it was bound to rain during the day.

Now it is the busy season of farming, and every household with fields is scrambling to harvest. God, don't you just love to joke with farmers.

Song Qiu thought about when he was a child in his previous life, those who threshed and dried the millet would immediately run out to harvest the millet halfway through their meal or lunch break, but the rain stopped just after harvesting, or all the millet was washed away after harvesting.

This kind of thing happens every year, if there is no such thing, it would not be called busy farming.

But at this place now, their family has no fields and no land, so they can't feel the excitement anymore.

My uncle's family has a large population, and the whole family can harvest all the millet in the field, and there is no need for her and her grandma to help.

While Song Qiu was thinking about these things, he had no time to think about other things, and soon he didn't feel embarrassed or anything, and he could talk to Zhang Yang normally later on.

I bought ice cubes from the town, went to pull watermelons, and returned to the long river, and the teahouse began another day of busy work.

Zhang Yang helped make arrangements, and went back to the village to the mountains.

After coming back for so many days, he had to take out his things, and he had to go back to his life after seeing the next one.

……

Now it’s mid-July and it’s the end of the month, and the heat won’t last long. After the [-]th of August, it will only be cool. When the time comes, I’ll change to hot tea, so I don’t have to pull ice every day.

It's just that there are no watermelons to sell, so I'm afraid they will earn less.

Song Qiu thought that in the next month or so, when Doubanjiang was made, he could start to build a small tavern and develop it step by step.

At that time, when she stabilizes, she will definitely have a stable income every month, and she and her milk will be able to have enough food and clothing, and she will be satisfied for now.

As for making a fortune, take your time.

Everything was ready, and before two tables were opened, suddenly, a group of people from the direction of Baishui Town came hurriedly on foot.

There was also a trolley in it.

It's hard to see from a distance, Song Qiu is still curious about who is rushing, why is there such a battle?

When she got close, she saw at first glance that those who were pushing the scooter back and forth were her first cousin, second cousin and first cousin?

Look at the one lying on the cart, isn't that her uncle?
Song Qiu was startled immediately, and while calling for her milk, he strode out to greet her, "Big cousin! What's the matter? What's wrong with uncle?"

The Yuan family had known for a long time that Song Qiu and the others had set up a tea stall here, but they had been busy with the farming and hadn't come to see it. It's not surprising to see Song Qiu here now.

Yuan Cheng was sweating profusely, and said anxiously: "I cut my wrist with a sickle, and the doctor in the village stopped the bleeding temporarily, saying that the wound was too big, so I had to go to the town to make sure. Brother is sending your uncle to town!"

Song Qiu listened to what he said, and saw that the cuff of his uncle's left hand was covered with blood, and the wrist was covered with a gray cloth, and the wound could not be seen, but his uncle's face was pale, which must be due to excessive bleeding.

Without further ado, he hurriedly said: "When is this cart going to be pushed, I will bring the mule cart and take the mule cart to the town, hurry up!"

(End of this chapter)