pastoral pretty girl

Chapter 37 Strange Woman
Zhang Cuilian and Song Qingge talked about it, and asked Liu Laosan to agree to give them another five days. If they couldn't receive the money after five days, Song Qingge would be their slave.

It sounds nice to be a slave, and everyone knows what they are doing behind the scenes.

The debt collectors were finally sent away, Song Qingge was still trembling while holding Xiao Jinyi's hand, these people were really deceiving people too much.

After a while, he picked up the two taels of silver IOU from the ground, bit his lip, and had no choice but to find a way to raise the money.

Since the other party dared to say the words of going to the Yamen, they had enough confidence that the Yamen was on their side. Only when they lived in this world could they know how perfect the laws of the original world were.

The two baskets of mushrooms were picked up yesterday, and I haven't had time to clean them up yet. Now that I have taken them out, I just sat on the ground and picked them, tore them open and dried them.

"Miss." Xiao Jinyi, who silently followed her, called her softly after squatting for a while.

"My sister didn't get angry with Dabao. You did a good job today. Promise my sister that you must keep the jade pendant your mother gave you and don't let others see it, you know?" Song Qingge couldn't blame him for the silver debt.

Compared with the people in this world, it sets off Xiao Jinyi better.

Song Qingge was just helpless, no wonder those people became like this, if they didn't die in despair, they could only live numbly.

"Okay, Dabao won't tell others where the pine nuts are." Xiao Jinyi was a child at heart, and when he heard that Song Qingge wasn't angry with him, he became happy again.

Although the mushrooms are worthless, they are better than nothing. In the afternoon, Song Qingge took Dabao to the mountain to pick up mushrooms and look for pine nuts by the way.

When the sun was about to set, the two of them returned to their home on the hillside. Although they didn't find the fruit and pine nuts, they also had an unexpected harvest.

Song Qingge found a piece of bellflower on the mountain, which is a very cheap medicinal material in this world, but no one eats bellflower as pickles. Thinking of the bellflower pickles in the previous life, with porridge, you can drink several bowls for a meal.

After the pine nuts are dried, she will go to the town, and it happens to be made into pickles and sold together.

"The daughter-in-law of the Xiao family is back." Song Qingge had just walked to the gate of the courtyard when a middle-aged woman walked out from a side corner with a basket in her hand and looked at her with a smile on her face.

The woman's skin is dark, and the years have left deep marks on her face. Although there is a smile on her face, there is more helplessness in life in that smile.

"You are?" Song Qingge walked through the village several times, but had never seen the woman in front of her.

"I'm Zhao Di Niang, Dabao recognizes me, just call me Auntie." The woman smiled, then stuffed the big basket in her hand into Song Qingsinger, looked around, and deliberately lowered her voice: "Auntie Knowing that life is difficult for you on the mountain, take it to replenish your body and see how skinny you are."

Song Qingge blinked, seeing that she was pitiful and deliberately helping her?
But at the moment, the clothes on this woman's body have been patched. I don't know how many patches. One can tell at a glance that life is not going well. How can there be extra food to help others?

"It's getting late, and there are still children waiting to eat at home. You put away your things, and my aunt will leave first."

Seeing that Song Qingge had put away the things, the woman hurried down the mountain after leaving a word, her steps were very hurried, as if there was some beast chasing after her.

"Hey, this—"

Song Qingge reacted and wanted to chase the person, but found that the person had disappeared.

In the eyes she left at the end, there was a hint of guilt...

(End of this chapter)