Little Sweet Wife in the Eighty-Old Courtyard

At Old Man Ji's house, Ji Xinyi brought chicken cakes and six bottles of canned yellow peaches to Song Yunuan. There were many delicacies in Old Man Ji's house, and they were basically given by Dean Zhuang, and also brought by Lin Qing and Su Junze.

The crying Ah Sheng stopped crying immediately when he saw the food.

Xia Guilan also just came back from the fields.

So, Lian Xiang was called.

This time I took thirty satchels and two hundred flowers.

Song Yunuan poured all the money in her bag onto the kang.

The eyes of the three women suddenly widened.

Lian Xiang was about to reach out to touch it, but Mrs. Song slapped her on the back of her hand rudely and scolded: "Wait a minute, we have to say something ugly first..."

Lian Xiang immediately said: "Mom, stop talking. I understand. The capital belongs to Xiao Nuan, and the thoughts and ideas are also Xiao Nuan's. You can do whatever you want. I really have no other ideas."

Mrs. Song glanced at Lian Xiang, curled her lips, and then said, "Did you see that bicycle? It belongs to Xiao Nuan. Don't worry about it."

Lian Xiang still felt a little uncomfortable.

The old lady was so biased that she spent twenty yuan on a bicycle ticket.

However, thinking of what she had made these days, she immediately suppressed her thoughts: "Mom, I don't care."

Mrs. Song: "Sun Jinrong doesn't know yet. Let's wait until she calms down. Don't be arrogant. Do you hear me?"

Lian Xiang nodded hurriedly, definitely not saying anything, but if Sun Jinrong knew about it, he wouldn't be jealous.

But this matter is under the old lady's control, and she will not interfere.

Mrs. Song: "Put out Xiaonuan's capital and buy the bicycle for Xiaonuan from here."

Lian Xiang was stunned instinctively and blurted out: "Then what's left?"

Mrs. Song glared at her, and Xia Guilan frowned. When Lianxiang saw the pile of money, her breathing quickened and she quickly changed her words: "It doesn't matter what you say, Mom, you have the final say."

Mrs. Song stopped talking to her and said, "Count the money!"

Counting money is such a joy.

Divide the various denominations, place them in piles, and then count them together.

Thirty satchels were sold for eighty yuan, one hundred large-headed flowers were sold for fifty-five yuan, and one hundred small-headed flowers were sold for twenty-nine yuan.

Among them are the ones given as gifts and the ones exchanged for Shandingzi.

A total of one hundred and sixty-four yuan was sold.

Looking at a lot of money, it felt like it would be a lot, but no one expected it to be so much.

Everyone's eyes were wide-eyed and frightened.

Except Song Yunuan.

Song Yunuan pointed to the house where Song Ting lived: "This is just the beginning, there are more over there."

Mrs. Song got off the kang neatly.

Xia Guilan and Lian Xiang hurriedly followed. Song Yunuan sat on the kang and did not move. How much inventory was there? Hadn't they already been counted?

There has been no processing since yesterday, mainly because we ran out of raw materials, and we have indeed made a lot.

Today, there are 460 satchels left and 6,700 bouquets left.

This is what three people worked on day and night.

Almost a week.

Song Yunuan sat on the kang speechlessly, waiting for them to take a look before coming out.

Mrs. Song's steps were a little wandering, and she asked Song Yunuan in a trembling voice: "Xiao Nuan, can these... be sold?"

"It should be possible."

Xia Guilan figured it out: "It doesn't matter if you can't sell it. As long as you put this thing away so that it doesn't get knocked by mice, and it doesn't eat grass or food, you won't lose anything."

Song Yunuan: "Yes, if we can't sell it in the county town, we can go to the provincial capital. Besides, our county town is also very big, with hundreds of thousands of people. It's not like these things can't be sold."

Mrs. Song took a deep breath and said to Xiao Nuan, "I'll give you the capital first." He counted out one hundred and twenty yuan and handed it to Song Yunuan.

Song Yunuan took it over and wanted to invest in it later. I originally thought it would take some effort, but the Song family was united, so it saved time and effort.

But capital is capital, and it is normal to get it back.

Forty-four remain.

Well, actually this is a huge amount of money.

The money was put in Mrs. Song's hands, and she agreed on the next time she would sell satchels and hair flowers. Lian Xiang was excited and uneasy.

Mrs. Song asked Song Yunuan gently: "Xiao Nuan, do you want to save your money?"

There is no need for a little girl to be frightened with so much money in her hands.

Song Yunuan said it was fine for the time being.

Save it together for next time.

Qin Siqi, who was sitting in the car at this time, was in a bad mood. They walked around the north of the city and were driving towards the guest house.

What kept circling in Qin Siqi's mind was the way Mrs. Song hesitated to speak.

This was Lin Qing calling her. If Lin Qing hadn't called her, would that old lady have come to talk to her?

What are you talking about?

Could it be borrowing money?

Looking at the patched clothes she was still wearing, Song Yunuan was the only one who looked good in them. They were also taken from the Qin family.

Qin Siqi was very irritable, so annoyed that she shouldn't have come.

Before going out, her mother gave her a hundred yuan and let her spend it as she pleased. Moreover, it was free to stay in the guest house for food and accommodation. Zheng Dong was responsible for it.

She wouldn't lend them a penny anyway.

Lin Qing was sitting next to her, talking to Su Junze about old objects, saying that her grandfather wanted to buy them at a high price because he was worried about being cheated.

After all, it’s not that easy to pick up missing items in Beidu’s Laojiekou Garden. There are always more fakes than genuine ones, and some people specialize in making buckles, making you think you’ve missed something.

Anyway, Su Junze has to take care of this matter.

Money is not an issue, of course, and there can be no violations or trouble for the Su family. The two of them talk together but not together.

Later, Qin Siqi discovered that Lin Qing, who seemed to be extreme and had a bad temper, actually knew when to be gentle.

For example, when talking to Su Junze, her eyebrows are crooked and her voice is full of smiles, which makes people feel like a spring breeze. Not to mention Su Junze, she also likes to listen to her talk.

In fact, Lin Qing and Su Junze have a really good relationship.

Qin Siqi suddenly remembered something.

She shifted uneasily.

Ah Sheng, the former younger brother, had an extraordinary perception of old objects, so in the dream, someone locked up Ah Sheng.

Just let him identify the authenticity and fakes as well as the year.

Qin Siqi suddenly pressed her forehead. The sudden pain made her eyes blur for a moment, and the complete picture suddenly fell into pieces.

She groaned, and Lin Qing asked her what was wrong.

Qin Siqi didn't look good, she just said she was fine, maybe a little motion sick, after all, she had never been in a car.

Lin Qing said distressedly: "Oh, it would be great if I didn't get hugged by mistake."

Qin Siqi felt uncomfortable. Now that the Song family was doing well, would they pester her for money in the future?

It's really annoying. If everything died like the dreams she had when she was comatose, it would actually be quite worry-free.

She suddenly said: "Sister Lin, I want to tell you something, but I don't know if you believe it or not?"

Lin Qing smiled brightly and her voice was as soft as water: "It's so mysterious, please tell me."

Qin Siqi: "The youngest child of the Song family, the one named Song Mingsheng, is a bit evil."

"What kind of evil method?" Lin Qing became interested.