Xianyu's leisurely life through books

Chapter 33

Pei Xiaoxiao sneered: "Come on, I know, Song Ziyang's reputation is only worth 20 taels, so hurry up and pay."

Look at how thick-skinned Song Ziyang is, he probably won't kneel down even if he dies.

It's quite cool to use 20 taels to laugh at him severely.

She didn't intend to make trouble with money.

Someone nearby laughed.

Song Ziyang was so ashamed and angry that he gritted his teeth.

Unwilling, Gao went back and took three silver ingots, and slapped them hard in Pei Xiaoxiao's hands.

Pei Xiaoxiao put away her smile and stared at Song Ziyang coldly: "Clarify my reputation."

Song Ziyang moved his lips a few times, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't ruin your reputation."

Pei Xiaoxiao: "What did you say?"

People around laughed again.

"It's like a mosquito buzzing, who can hear it clearly."

Gao jumped: "Who else is to blame for your deafness?"

These words were like water pouring into a frying pan, and immediately caused waves of abuse.

Song Ziyang didn't want to embarrass himself here anymore, grabbed Gao Shi, closed his eyes and said loudly: "Pei Xiaoxiao, I'm sorry, I shouldn't ruin your reputation, I apologize!"

Pei Xiaoxiao was satisfied: "It's not too bad."

Song Ziyang turned around and left.

The back looks very embarrassed.

Gao's eyes were red, and he chased after his son.

Pei Xiaoxiao sneered, withdrew her cold gaze, and said to the people present: "My reputation has finally got rid of the stain of Song Ziyang. To celebrate, I decided to give away all the meatballs from today's work, five for each family!"

Song Ziyang, who had just run not far away, staggered and almost fell.

Today, Pei Xiaoxiao will be Song Ziyang's nightmare!
Gao turned her head abruptly, pointed at Pei Xiaoxiao and cursed.

Pei Xiaoxiao ignored them at all, but asked someone to step on the pedal to grind the meat.

After earning 30 taels, there are nearly [-] households in Songjia Village, a family of five, and only [-] meatballs.

Very happy.

The villagers who were unexpectedly happy were overjoyed.

Although there are only five, it is still meat!
Everyone started blowing rainbow farts to Pei Xiaoxiao and the old Song family.

"As for Xiaoxiao's attitude of wanting to get rid of it, I wouldn't believe that she would like Song Ziyang even if I was killed."

"Hey, it's Song Ziyang and Gao's putting gold on their faces."

"Song Yu looks more handsome than Song Ziyang, I would choose Song Yu too."

"..."

Song Wen cheered and threw herself into Pei Xiaoxiao's arms.

Pei Xiaoxiao smiled and picked her up.

Song Wen held her head up like a victorious rooster.

She looked around in the crowd and saw Hua Hua, her deadly enemy.

She shouted at Huahua: "Huahua, did you see that? My mother drove Song Ziyang away, she loves me the most, and she will make a lot of meatballs for me today."

After thinking about it, she said, "I will bring jujube cake tomorrow! Right? Mother."

This little girl will even coerce her in public for benefits.

Pei Xiaoxiao pinched her little face and nodded with a smile: "Yes."

Song Wen cheered.

In the crowd, Huahua burst into tears, hugged her father's thigh and shouted: "Father, I want to be the same mother as Aunt Xiaoxiao!"

When Hua Huaniang heard it, her face darkened, she dragged him over, and greeted her directly on her butt: "If you have the ability, tell me again!"

The child's screams sounded.

People around laughed.

Song Wen giggled, as crisp as a silver bell.

Pei Xiaoxiao touched her head and smiled too.

Song Yu stood outside the crowd, staring at her in the crowd with a smile on his face.

Pei Xiaoxiao seemed to have sensed something and turned her head.

Four eyes facing each other.

Song Yu smiled beautifully, her black eyes were as deep as a pool, as if she wanted to absorb people into her.

Pei Xiaoxiao's ears felt slightly hot.

Standing in the crowd, Song's mother breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the young couple looking at each other.

With that comes guilt.

She blamed Pei Xiaoxiao wrongly.

It was getting colder.

Today, Pei Xiaoxiao got up from the bed sleepily, and opened the system panel.

[Snack Meatball Skewers] Mission progress is still stuck at 50%.

"It shouldn't be time that affects the progress of the task..." Pei Xiaoxiao murmured, scratching her hair irritably.

"Forget it, with a meat grinder, making meatballs can save a lot of time, and you can sleep in later, be happy." Pei Xiaoxiao closed her eyes to cheer herself up, and "fished" bit by bit with her chin.

After a quarter of an hour, she finally bid farewell to the warm mattress and went to the courtyard to wash up.

It was early winter, and the weather was getting colder and colder, and it was also repeated.

When she went out, the sky was just a little gloomy, and she barely managed to sell the meatballs. Before she got home, the cold rain was falling.

It was getting bigger and bigger, and the coir raincoat was wet, which made people feel cold.

In the village, everyone huddled at home to hide from the warmth, and the large and small intersections in the village were empty, lonely and desolate.

The crooked-neck tree at the door of Old Song's house was listless, and on the sparse branches, the yellowed dead leaves shrank and could fall off at any time.

The door by the tree was wide open.

It was for her.

An inexplicable feeling suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart.

Since wearing the book, she felt like this light winter rain, moving with the wind and not knowing where to go.

I don't even know where to put myself.

That door is a bit like a lighthouse.

The bullock cart stopped at the gate, and Pei Xiaoxiao sat down and jumped down, ready to enter the house with a soup pot.

When he raised his eyes, he saw Song Yu sitting at the door of the East Wing.

He raised his head slightly, staring at the rain floating in the sky without blinking.

The smooth side face line is beautiful from the forehead to the jaw, to the Adam's apple, to the collarbone.

Pei Xiaoxiao froze, followed by a pause.

She was not attracted by his beauty and beauty.

Instead, he was startled by the faint melancholy emanating from him.

The hero can be venomous, gentle, arrogant or cold.

Sudden depression is really unaccustomed.

Song Yu turned to look at her, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "I'm back."

He seemed to want to get up, and when he was halfway up, he couldn't use his strength and fell back to his seat, his smile froze.

The blanket covering his legs slipped off.

Song Yu's complexion returned to normal in a blink of an eye, and he said with a smile, "I asked my little sister to boil the water for you. It's cold, so go take a bath."

Pei Xiaoxiao turned the hand holding the soup pot, picked up the charcoal stove, and strode towards Song Yu.

Ever since the Double Ninth Festival discovered that the plot was suppressed, she has kept a distance from him intentionally or unintentionally for the past month.

Today, I don't want to care about the main line of Lao Shizi.

"The charcoal stove is heavy, put it by the door." Song Yu said, turning to the west wing and calling, "Second brother, come out and help unload the things."

Song Rui responded and walked out of the room.

Pei Xiaoxiao didn't stop, and quickly ran towards Song Yu: "What are you doing sitting under the eaves in the cold weather?"

It was cold, so she covered the stove with something so that the rain could not catch it, and the charcoal fire was not extinguished.

She put the charcoal stove beside Song Yu, and the heat wafted towards him.

Song Yu's brows and eyes were stained with a smile, and he stretched out his hand to caress her small face: "It's freezing, go and get the clothes."

Pei Xiaoxiao tilted her head reflexively.

With his expression unchanged, he withdrew his hand and said to Song Rui, "Second brother, please help me get into the water."

　Thank you for your tickets. I saw your comments the day after tomorrow but why can't I reply (╥_╥)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)