pastoral pretty girl

Chapter 582 Effect
"The matter was caused by mother, or mother went to him, he would see some of your father's affection." Shen Nianen smiled, and did not intend to tell Song Qingge the address of Sun's family.

Song Qingge frowned, and finally nodded, "Okay, sorry for the trouble."

Xiao Jinyi picked a large bunch of rhododendrons, at least those in the house were already in full bloom, adding a touch of spring to the room.

After he came back, Shen Nian'en left, Song Qingge thought about it, but she still decided to go there in person.

The next day, the man who ordered the yard came. After seeing the yard and the house, he was shocked and satisfied. He specially found two people to carry them to the front. He could finally let his father live in a big house.

According to Song Qingge's request, he has to walk around the city. Fortunately, he lives in the city now, otherwise he may not be allowed to enter the city.

The sky was cloudy and overcast, a fine day for a funeral.

Song Qingge and Xiao Jinyi also entered the city and followed the funeral procession to see how the response was.

Today is still early, and there are not many people on the street. Occasionally, when I meet a few people, they are all attracted by the exquisite courtyard set in the front, and there are many discussions.

The man thanked Song Qingge for his help, and deliberately walked to a crowded place.

Coincidentally, there is another funeral in the city today. This family is a well-known and famous family in the city. They used the coffin. The wood is much better than the coffin in Song Qingge's shop. A large group of people followed Crying, the funeral procession is mighty.

In addition to the relatives and friends of the funeral, there are many people who follow, because this kind of funeral procession will scatter some copper coins and broken silver.

Eventually, the two funeral processions meet at a crossroads.

There must be one of the two teams giving way. Song Qingge couldn't even afford the money to buy the coffin, so how could he dare to compete with the other party, so he hurriedly carried the coffin out of the way.

The opponent's team was huge, and the coffin was magnificent, and they originally disdained such a small funeral procession.

But the yard in front of the coffin was so exquisite that they had never heard of it, and it attracted the attention of many people.

"Father, what is that? Why is it better than the one for grandpa?"

"Uncle, do you want to grab it and give it to the old man?"

"If the old man is alive, he must want it very much."

"That's right, the old man likes that kind of yard the most, and he definitely hopes to have a yard like this when he goes down."

……

Because it was too unexpected, there was a discussion among the team.

"Let the housekeeper ask where you bought it, and buy one for dad, no, I want better ones." Finally, the current person in power said.

When the two teams met, Song Qingge had already brought Xiao Jinyi to the side of their team. Hearing this sentence, she chased after the butler and walked over.

"Hello, our shop sells that set of yards, but they are out of stock now. Besides, it's too late today. I suggest asking your master to order a batch later, and deliver them to the old man in the first seven days."

Although it's not very good to speak at this time, Song Qingge doesn't want to lose this opportunity.

The butler, who was about to ask someone to ask, suddenly heard Song Qingge's words. His first thought was that she was a lunatic, and his second thought was to hit someone.

Fortunately, Song Qingge spoke politely, and the housekeeper didn't get angry.

"Which shop are you from?"

"The one at the gate of the west city, the original coffin shop of the Song family." Song Qingge laughed.

It seems that she is really lucky, and I will give her a big order today.

After hearing her report that she was leaving the house, the other party was stunned for a moment, then nodded and went back. Although the Song family shop was managed by the Shen family, in Jiuhong City, they still remembered that the shop belonged to the Song family.

(End of this chapter)