pastoral pretty girl

Chapter 585 Who is right and who is wrong?

Song Qingge sneered coldly, it doesn't matter if you don't invite him out of the mountain now, but she wants to let him know who is right and who is wrong!
Bang!
As soon as she finished speaking, the closed door was suddenly opened from the inside, and an old man in ragged clothes with his arms around his body appeared in front of everyone. Only by the door.

What impressed Song Qingge deeply was that there was a deep scar on his forehead.

Shen Nianen said that when he was asked to leave, he slammed his head on the coffin to die. He didn't die, but he left a mark forever.

And next to Old Sun's shopkeeper, Sun Cai, who knelt down and helped Song Qingge in the shop, was being punished for helping Song Qingge.

"You said I was wrong? What do you people who only have money in their eyes know? Do you know how many people in the mountains are so poor that they can't even eat, and they have to kneel on the ground and beg for a coffin... This old man only builds coffins for them , even the poor can be buried in a splendid manner!"

The old shopkeeper Sun has no name, and he is the sixth eldest at home, so he is called Sun Laoliu.

He looked very old, and he looked like he was dying, but he spoke with a lot of air.

Hearing this, Song Qingge's lips curved into a disdainful smile.

"Glorious burial? Hehe, if you can't have enough to eat when you are alive, what do you pay attention to when you die? Death is like a lamp going out. Doing these things for the sake of face, it is better to let the living have enough to eat."

"Furthermore, you said I don't understand mountain people? Wrong, I think I understand better than you."

"I married into a mountain last year, and I couldn't even eat stick noodles. If it wasn't for being rescued by a kind aunt, I would have to go hungry every day."

"But I'm not hungry all the time. As you can see now, just one piece of clothing on me is enough to feed a whole family in the mountains for a year. Do you want to know why?"

Song Qingge understood Sun Laoliu's thoughts very well. She thought about it that way at the beginning, but after going through too many things, she has figured it out.

Sun Laoliu thought that Song Qingge had spoken too much and wanted to teach her a lesson, but she didn't know how to continue with a few words.

"What? You don't believe me? You think I'm a lady from a rich family, how could she marry into the mountains and can't even eat stick noodles?" Song Qingge looked at Sun Lao Liu and said word by word.

"You—" Of course Sun Laoliu didn't believe it, but he was also very curious. He wanted Song Qingge to prove that he had just said a word, but was interrupted by Song Qingge.

"Since you don't believe me, let's talk about what happened back then."

"Back then, when you were the shopkeeper of our Song family, instead of thinking about how to make money for the owner, you used my father's kindness to let him start a loss-making business with you to help those so-called poor people in your mouth."

"But have you ever thought, is this what a shopkeeper should do? Who is right and who is wrong?!"

Song Qingge questioned him sentence by sentence, she just wanted to help him wake up.

"I--"

I have to say that as a shopkeeper, it is indeed a mistake not to make money for the owner.

But... he did it to help the poor, what's wrong?

"Do you really think that you are helping the poor and that you are a kind person, so you can confidently say that you are right?"

"Bah! You are a good person, but if you think about it carefully, what have you paid? Does your so-called relief have a copper coin relationship with you? You work as a shopkeeper in a shop, and your father gives it to you on time every month. Open money, what's the result?"

(End of this chapter)