After Yang Yong left, the Qianjia had nothing to do with heavy housework except for the two pig brothers who had to feed.
A cold and dry winter wind blew, Qian Liqin began to make winter clothes. She tirelessly took apart the old, torn, and short sweaters of her son and daughter one by one, twisted them into balls of wool, filled them in an iron bowl, and steamed them in a boiling pot over low heat for a few minutes. Slowly pull the wool from the seam of the lid and re-wrap it. In the past few days, the stove top is steaming warmly, and the iron pan murmurs, making Qianmai deeply feel the breath of winter. And at this moment, do you have someone who makes winter clothes for you without a sister who is taking care of your parents
When the Qian family heard that Qian Mai wanted to pick up goods and sell them through the streets, they all smiled secretly.
Before the sound from the right-handed room, the uncle Qian Songyu in the main room who made up the bamboo sticks and rice sticks for others listened, and laughed far away from the door panel: "Mai, you have to be like your father. Are you out of business?"
"Yes~~~" Qianmai's face didn't blush or breathe, and the long and high tail came back. We don't steal or snatch, but we're just positively being a small trader. There is nothing ashamed to say.
In the room, Qian Liqin looked at her daughter as if she had spotted a savage in the mountains: "You are bored with a good life. Our family does not need you to herd cattle and sheep, nor do you let you wash and carry water. Other children are pressed by the house. There is no way not to do it. It's okay for you, but you can make yourself suffer."
The grandmother of the potential family also used procrastination skillfully: "Wheat, it's so cold outside this winter, let's do it next year when the weather is warm, and grandma will give you the goods when the time comes. Your task now is to study hard and study well. If you don’t need to repeat the grade, it is equivalent to making money."
Qian Xiaohai's only firm supporter was Qian Xiaohai. The little guy thought it was fun, and clamored to sell things together. It's a pity that the little P kid has no voting rights, so I can't count them. Therefore, what Qianmai most cares about is the grandfather Qianjia who sits and reads the medicine book without saying a word. It is the grandfather who decides whether this matter will be completed or not. Of course, I did not forget to vowed to you: "I promise not to repeat the grade, and I promise to complete the homework on time with the writing brushes and paintings, and never to be lazy." The words are cut, and I have to learn how to bite my fingers and write military orders in the TV series. Up.
Hey, it is said that Asian butterflies flap their wings, and tornadoes will appear in America in a few months. Qianmai now believes very firmly. This is not just because she wants to be a small trader, the Qianjia compound has to be shocked.
For a long time, Grandpa Qianjia put down his presbyopic glasses, and said: "Let her go. If anything is wrong, just don't do it in the future." This remark was deep in Qianmai's mind, but Jiang is the old hot, grandpa Qianjia This age is not in vain. The old man agreed that he agreed, but he had another idea in his heart. Seeing that the Su family's children are getting older, their grandchildren are still more troublesome, and the family has always been towards the Su family. I don't like Yang Yong the son-in-law anymore, but I have to think about my grandson. For a while, he was watching this granddaughter who grew up outside with his arms folded. Although the character was a little too dull with her father, Sheng Sheng could be adjusted slowly at a young age. After training well, in the future, if the Su family or outsiders do anything unfavorable to them, this granddaughter can play a forward for her grandson.
I don't know, if Qianmai knows this thoughts of Qianjia's grandfather, will he vomit blood madly.
In short, on Sunday, Qianmai wrapped herself tightly, picked up two small baskets with a small pole, and hung up her all-purpose patchwork schoolbag and set off.
When I first walked within one mile of Nanjiang, I would often meet acquaintances and classmates saying hello. Qianmai was also very embarrassed, but for my own goal, I had to resist my shyness, and just imagined the small shopkeeper along the street into a microservice patrol. The imperial servant, the small chest was straight, and he yelled so that he was right and strong, and that long and loud, he could hear it from a distance in Hachinohe, even though the voice sounded trembling.
Qianmai knows how many catties and liang he has. For the first time in his life to "do business", as long as he does not pick it back intact, it is already the biggest victory. There are no indicators, but I am happy, walking as a sightseeing, and selling as an appreciative of the people's sentiments. But I was afraid that I would really pick it back intact when the time came, and the Qian family would definitely work together to prevent his next action. Therefore, in addition to changing money, Qian Mai took out the goods to exchange rice. Anyway, the family gave me a dime, and I couldn’t make a loss. If it doesn't come out all the way, it has accumulated a whole schoolbag of rice. The farmers are reluctant to spend money, but they are willing to let the children scoop some rice for some snacks to relieve their greed.
Finally, stop-and-go, stop-and-go, after a two-hour trek, Qian Mai found a rare and similar iron shop in an alley in Luojia Village, but General Tie held the door. Crying without tears, Qian Mai was unwilling to walk on his own calf cramps and got this result. I was surprised that the front door and the back door turned a few times, and finally saw a man in red under the bare sycamore tree. little girl.
Suddenly, there was liquid in his eyes flowing out uncontrollably, and his liver was scratched and painful. Don't ask why, Qianmai knows, she can be sure at a glance, that the little girl with dirty hair and loose hair is her sister.
Under the phoenix tree, Cui Lingling was eating steamed buns, very Lin Daiyu tore and eat in small bites. Seeing the potential wheat next to him staring at him intently, he could not help but raised his head to look around, and asked cowardly: "Who are you?"
Looking at that pair of Grape Grain eyes that seemed to be shining with the Qian Xiaohaigod, Qian Mai choked and replied instinctively: "I am my sister."
Cui Lingling was puzzled and continued her logic: "Why are you here?"
"I'll see you. It's very windy and cold outside, why don't you enter the house?"
Cui Lingling whispered, "The door is locked. My brother is sick, and my parents took him to the city to see a doctor."
So, you have to spend a day at the door, dealing with cold buns for a day? Latent Wheat's eyes were completely blurred, his throat burned like a pain, and he couldn't spit out a word. It was the little girl Cui Lingling who reacted first, walked over without fear, tore a small piece of bun and handed it to Qianmai: "Sister, are you hungry? This is for you to eat." At the end, she stretched out her little finger and pointed. Pointing to a two-story concrete bungalow not far away: "Their family is very rich, and you will definitely give it if you go to their house and beg."
Hidden Wheat couldn't help it anymore, crying and crying and laughing: "Sister, don't you have to be so funny, okay." This TV series is not all acting, should it be a heart-warming and crying
But I turned my head to look at my clothes and rice bags, GOD, the latent wheat was messed up in the wind...