pastoral pretty girl

Chapter 34

Dinner was still stick noodle pancakes. After dinner, Song Qingge took Xiao Jinyi to pick out all the rice. There were three small scoops, enough for the two of them to eat twice.

The remaining sand in the bag was dumped in the yard, burning the bag without leaving a trace.

Xiao Jinyi adhered to the words left by his uncle, and must sleep with his wife at night. The kang is not big, and it is just right for the two of them to sleep, and they cannot be separated if they want to.

At night, Song Qingge and Xiao Jinyi had just fallen asleep, when they heard footsteps in the yard in a daze, Xiao Jinyi noticed it before Song Qingge, sat up at once, got out of bed and was about to go out, was awakened Song Qingge, who came, pulled her back.

"Shh, good boy, don't go out, sleep peacefully."

Song Qingge waited in the middle of the night, and finally did not disappoint her.

Although Xiao Jinyi didn't understand, he was very obedient, staring out of the room with wide eyes, not thinking about going to the ground.

The footsteps outside the house were getting closer and closer. Although the visitor deliberately lowered his voice, there was still the rustling of the finely crushed stones. Perhaps he felt that the sound was a bit loud, so the visitor stopped at the door for a while to make sure that there was no movement in the room before he calmed down. Pushed the door lightly.

The door was tied with a rope on the inside, and the people outside were prepared. A machete came in, and the rope broke quickly. When the footsteps sounded, they were already in the stove outside.

Song Qingge knew what the man was doing, and after waiting for a while to leave, she dragged Xiao Jinyi to sleep.

The next day, when the gentle sunlight shone into the room through the window paper, Song Qingge woke up. When she opened her eyes, she found that Xiao Jinyi was not by her side, but squatted on the ground staring at her angrily.

"What's wrong? Who made Dabao unhappy?"

Song Qingge sat up with a smile, and got dressed in front of Xiao Jinyi. At first, she was not used to it, but now she is used to it.

"Last night, the steamed buns were gone." Weng said angrily, and pulled Song Qingge outside.

The white flour that Zhang Cuilian sent was hidden by Song Qingge on the beam outside, and now there is no way to see the flour bag.

Song Qingge had expected it a long time ago, and comforted her with a smile: "When the pine nuts are sold, my sister will buy them for you." The most valuable thing in her dilapidated house is not the bag of sand and white flour, but the pine nuts on the roof behind.

When mentioning pine nuts, Xiao Jinyi finally smiled, and ran out happily, and it turned out that he went to the room to get pine nuts.

They still ate stick noodle pancakes for breakfast, but this was their last meal, and the little stick noodle sent by Xiao Dashan was eaten up.

Looking at the empty noodle bag, Song Qingge fell into deep thought. If she wanted to live with Dabao, she couldn't just rely on the pine nuts, she had to find other ways to make money.

Memories of previous lives emerged in my mind, thinking about what would work.

mushroom?It is a home-cooked dish on the table of the villagers, and no one is willing to spend money to buy it.

medicine?I can try it, but it's a pity that it's getting cold now, and I have to wait until next spring to grow medicinal materials.

What else can be done?
"Knock knock knock!"

Just when Song Qingge was thinking about ways to make money, there was a knock on the door outside the courtyard.

After she and Xiao Jinyi moved to the mountain, many people came here, and it was the first time that someone was so civilized and learned to knock on the door first.

Song Qingge had a good impression of the person who knocked on the door, and went out to open the door in person. Xiao Jinyi also followed her curiously, wanting to see who came.

But when she opened the door, her face changed instantly.

The ones standing outside the door are not some polite and elegant Confucian scholars, but a group of burly men...

(End of this chapter)