The beauty is charming and strong, and the cold Buddhist son is deified

Chapter 69 Neighborhood Transformation
Song Qingwan no longer remembered when she returned to the room. When she woke up the next day, it was already noon, and she didn't have a hangover headache.

She seemed to be drunk, but she didn't know whether it was because of the wine or the man. She knocked her head and Song Qingwan turned over and stood up.

Then I saw that San Ya, the little sister in the next bed, was in a daze, with the embroidery in her hands motionless, while the sounds of Wu Ya and Xiao Liu playing could be heard from outside the room from time to time.

"What are you thinking about?" Song Qingwan dressed quickly. The dress was made by her sister. It was simple and elegant. She liked it very much, and of course her sister, who was very skillful, liked it too.

Song Qingya was startled by her sister's sudden voice. She was obviously quite absorbed in her daze. She looked at Song Qingwan with a complicated expression.

The eldest sister has really changed since she hit her head, like a different person. Their Song family advocates being low-key and restrained, but the elder sister is now very flamboyant and rebellious.

"Will you marry him?" Song Qingya asked suddenly.

Song Qingwan was stunned. What was she talking about marriage so early in the morning? Was her little sister thinking about love? Winter wasn't even over yet. "Who?"

"Is he the monk you were talking about?" she asked again.

Song Qingwan finally realized that her sister must have seen what happened last night. Thinking of how passionate they were later, Song Qingwan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, "Ahem! Right."

Song Qingya pursed her lips, "He is indeed stunningly good-looking, but he is a monk, and he is a bit old. Most men of his age have already started a family. You two are destined to have no future. Do you want to be his mistress?"

The younger sister's analysis was so logical that Song Qingwan almost believed it. She crossed her arms and thought, "You're right. I'll ask him next time. If he has an affair with someone else, I'll break up with him.

However, we still have to deal with each other in business. Look, sister is now an imperial merchant. We can be hard on anyone but not on money.

After you have read it, take it and prepare the account for mother and then put it away. I will pack up and go to the Hu family, and then go to Qingtong Money House to borrow money in the afternoon.

Oh, by the way, when you go out shopping, remember to buy more of Zhizhi’s favorite foods, as well as food for his friends, they helped me a lot.”

After Song Qingwan finished speaking, she handed over the order documents and the official silver note of 50,000 taels to Song Qingya.

When Song Qingya saw the words "150,000 taels" on the list, her hands trembled, and those thin lists suddenly felt as if they weighed thousands of pounds. Was this what her sister got in exchange for sacrificing her looks?

But that's not right. In fact, the two of them look more like the fairy-like figure being taken advantage of by the elder sister.

Alas, the adult world is so complicated, but the interests and achievements mixed in it are really attractive. Maybe, with her sister around, can she also strive for something? In the areas where she is good at, there is also that goal that she likes.

The opportunity cannot be missed, Song Qingya was tempted.

When Song Qingwan went out, Song Xiaoliu followed her, "Are you going to play too?" The Hu family was not far away anyway, so it didn't matter.

Song Xiaoliu said blankly, "My mother asked me to follow."

The little people put their hands in each other's sleeves, looking very afraid of the cold. Their tone was slow and they looked lazy, not like they were willing to go out at all.

Song Qingwan raised her eyebrows and asked again, "Do you want to go to the bank with me?"

Song Xiaoliu nodded solemnly, "Follow."

Song Qingwan immediately understood that her mother was sending her younger brother to monitor her because she didn't want her to do the kind of fighting and killing that would tear her skirt and get her blood on it.

If there is a little brother around, Song Qingwan will have to be more cautious. After all, bloody and violent events are not suitable for the spiritual growth of children. "Mother may be afraid that I can't count money. Liu'er, you should watch over me when the time comes."

Song Xiaoliu immediately gave Song Qingwan an indescribable look. Did the elder sister think that it was more face-saving to be bad at arithmetic than to be watched by the children? He did not speak, but just stretched out his hand and tightly grasped Song Qingwan's sleeve, as if afraid that she would run away. He was quite dedicated. Song Qingwan was amused for a while, so she let him go. The brother and sister walked towards Hu's house together. Along the way, they met some neighbors in Yanghua Lane, who greeted the brother and sister warmly and friendly.

"Is Daya taking her brother for a stroll?"

"Daya went to work at the Hu family?"

"Da Ya."

Song Qingwan had a strange look on her face. Normally, these people were not very enthusiastic towards the Song family. Especially when something happened to the Song family, they would avoid them, as if they were afraid that they would come to borrow money.

"Do you know what's going on?" Song Qingwan's smiling face froze, which made people feel confused.

"The Hu family." Song Xiaoliu had an unfathomable look on his face, and the little kid looked like it really was the case.

It seems that the news of their purchase of the Hu family has been publicized. Is this a guess that the Song family has become prosperous?

Song Qingwan immediately gave her brother a thumbs up and said, "My Liu'er is so awesome, go and take a look." What happened in the Hu family again?
Originally, Song Qingwan wanted to split the profits with the Hu family in a 50-50 split, at least the horseshoes made by the Hu family should be divided equally, but seeing that she had taken on such a large business, Old Tietou did not dare to accept it. He also insisted that Song's father write a contract for the two of them, and insisted on selling it to the Song family for their good support.

In fact, Song Qingwan felt that there was no need to go this far. The two families could simply be in an employment relationship. However, Lao Tietou and Song's mother both felt that only with the indenture in hand would the relationship between the two families be the most solid.

They can be more confident with each other. The Hu family's grandfather and grandson are now servants of the Song family. Is there anyone who would go looking for trouble? Song Qingwan was quite curious.

She walked towards the Hu family wearing a pendant named Song Xiaoliu, but just as she turned the corner, she saw a group of ruffians gambling in the alley.

The group of people were mostly in their twenties or thirties, wearing shabby clothes. In the middle of winter, they deliberately pulled their lapels low, revealing large areas of chicken breasts, no, pig breasts? Well, anyway, the bare chests were very eye-catching.

A group of hooligans extorted or molested passers-by, even old women in their fifties and sixties were not spared.

Suddenly, when he saw Song Qingwan and her brother appear, he was like a vicious dog seeing meat buns, with greed in his eyes.

"Sister Song!" The person who spoke was the second son of Gao the Executioner's family, a well-known bachelor and ruffian in Yangliu Lane.

The main thing is that these people are in tatters and any girl who gets involved with them will lose her reputation and end up either hanging herself or being forced to marry them.

What are these people planning? Song Qingwan's tongue brushed against her back teeth, and her fingers creaked as they opened and closed.

Should she give these people a profound education so that they would not set their sights on her younger sister?

"Sister Song, where are you going? Do you want me to give you a ride?" Gao Laoer had a greasy and bumpy face, and ran quickly towards Song Qingwan, as if the first person to arrive would get to eat the raw meat.

"Yeah, aren't we better than that sickly guy Hu Jin?"

"What do you big and strong guys know? Sister Song likes thin ones." Another thin guy stroked his hair with a smile and ran over, thinking he was very cool.

"Are you tired of living? Haven't you heard that I'm strong?" So she's not famous enough in Yangliu Lane?

Very good, just treat it as a daily exercise. Song Qingwan twisted her neck and had already thought of how to make these thugs suffer without getting involved.

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