"I'll go back to Wen Shu first." With a few words, Da Lang ran away.

Looking at Da Lang's back fleeing in a hurry, San Lang shook his head and smiled, "You...... Scared the big brother away. ”

Song Qingyuan quietly rolled his eyes, "I'm doing it for his good." "I want him to know what kind of friends are worth making.

"Give." San Lang took out the nest head hidden in the cuffs, "This time the eldest brother and uncle are not here, don't worry, no one will tell the milk." ”

Song Qingyuan was stunned, looking at San Lang's gentle eyes with a smile, a warm current surged up from the bottom of his heart.

"Okay, thank you, brother." Song Qingyuan stretched out his hand and solemnly took over this small nest head, and his heart suddenly became sour.

Tears flowed down the corners of her eyes, and welled up with the grievances she had suffered in the past few days. It turned out that she was not as comfortable as she thought.

It turns out that she will also feel wronged, and she will also complain about the injustice of heaven. And the negative emotions that have accumulated over the past few days have erupted with this small nest.

San Lang rubbed Song Qingyuan's head comfortingly.

He didn't know Song Qingyuan's mental activity, he just thought that she was hungry, looked at Wowotou and cried movingly, and sighed softly, "Eat quickly, it'll be cold for a while." ”

"Hmm!" Song Qingyuan nodded heavily, wiped his tears, raised his head with a smile, and took a big bite.

Wowotou is not delicious, she doesn't like to eat. But what she ate was not only a nest, but also the heart of a thirteen-year-old boy.

The head of the nest is light, and the heart is heavy.

Let her see the flame of hope in this bad world and bad family, her third brother, it's so good!

............

After separating from San Lang, Song Qingyuan was not in a hurry to go home.

Walking along the main road of the town, there is a large shop with three big characters written on the black plaque.

Song Qingyuan stopped in front of this shop, and as soon as he entered, a guy greeted him.

"The little girl buys medicine?" The guy greeted warmly, smiling lovely, and he didn't despise Song Qingyuan at all because of his patched dress.

"I don't buy medicine." Song Qingyuan shook his head and said crisply, "I'm here to sell medicinal herbs." Excuse me, brother, do you collect dandelions here? ”

"We'll have to ask our shopkeeper about this." The guy waved his hand, "Follow me." ”

Song Qingyuan obediently followed, and the man led her to a counter and said, "This is our big shopkeeper." ”

I saw a middle-aged man in his thirties, sitting behind the counter, hearing this, he raised his head and asked, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"Hello shopkeeper, do you accept dandelions in your pharmacy?" Song Qingyuan took a step forward and asked generously.

"Collect, but we're only collecting dry goods." The big shopkeeper said.

"Look, is this okay?" Song Qingyuan put down the basket, took out the rag bag containing his mother-in-law, and opened it for the big shopkeeper to see.

The big shopkeeper grabbed a handful of the bag and rubbed it repeatedly, "Well, it's a good sun." ”

"Five cents a pound." The way of the great treasurer.

"Good!" Song Qingyuan nodded very dryly.

"Weigh." The big shopkeeper pointed to the two bags and explained to the man.

Soon the guy came over with the scale, weighed it and said, "It's almost three pounds." ”

"Then count it as three catties." The big shopkeeper saw that Song Qingyuan was clear and acted generously, and said, "If there are medicinal materials in the future, you can also send them over." ”

"But this dandelion has to be taken care of, otherwise I won't take it." The big shopkeeper said casually.

"I must take care of it, thank you, the treasurer." Song Qingyuan replied with a smile.

There is a little loss in my heart, this mother-in-law is much lighter after drying, she dug for so many days before she dried three catties.

"Now, fifteen pennies." The big shopkeeper put fifteen copper coins in Song Qingyuan's hand.

It was the first time for Song Qingyuan to look at the copper plate so closely, he took it in his hand and looked at it again, and the idea was to look at the big shopkeeper, Song Qingyuan put away the copper plate and said with a smile, "You are busy with the shopkeeper, I will leave first." ”

............

Coming out of Deji Hall, Song Qingyuan's face was filled with a bright smile, although fifteen yuan was not much, it was her first money in ancient times, and it was also her start-up capital.

Song Qingyuan took the money and walked around the street, and found that there were only a few shops selling cloth in Qingshi Town, so he picked a family with a relatively large flow to enter.

"Auntie, do you sell rag heads here? I'd like to buy some to sew and mend. Song Qingyuan said to a woman in her thirties in Buzhuang, wearing a lotus-colored floral dress.

The woman glanced at Song Qingyuan's patched clothes and said, "The rags we have here are a big bag of five cents." As he spoke, he took out two large packages from under the counter.

"I can say in advance that there are good and bad rags in this, and you can't pick and choose, you can only buy them in bags."

"See which bag you want?" The woman put both packages in front of Song Qingyuan.

"Can I open it and take a look?" Song Qingyuan asked.

"Okay!" The woman nodded and opened the package to show Song Qingyuan.

Song Qingyuan looked carefully, it was indeed like what the woman said, there were good and bad, there were coarse cloth leftovers, and there were silk.

The leftovers of silk should be smaller, and there are fewer of them, and there are more coarse cloths and more fine cloths.

Nodding secretly, overall, she was satisfied.

"Okay, I'll have both packs." Song Qingyuan said briskly.

After counting ten cents and handing it over, Song Qingyuan walked around the store, asked the price of some cloth, and left with two large bags of broken steps before the woman was about to get impatient.

The two large bags of rags were really a lot, much larger than the rag bag she had for her mother-in-law, and she laboriously stuffed one of them into the back basket, and just like that, there was another piece outside.

Then he carried a food box in one hand and another pack of rags in the other. Looking at the merchants selling along the street, Song Qingyuan walked over quickly.

"What do you want to buy, little girl?" The merchant introduced with a smile, "I have velvet flowers, hairpins, bracelets, and embroidered handkerchiefs." Come and see, this velvet flower looks good with a little girl as big as you. ”

Song Qingyuan silently rolled his eyes in his heart, big red flowers, slag of soil.

Influenced by the aesthetics of the 21st century, she really can't appreciate such a popular thing.

"How are sugar cubes sold?" Song Qingyuan asked.

"Three pieces of candy for a penny." The merchant replied simply. I secretly said in my heart, "It turns out that this little girl doesn't like beauty, she likes to eat." ”

Song Qingyuan didn't know what the merchant thought, so he just said, "Give me a penny." ”

"Hey!" The merchant took out a very small piece of oiled paper, wrapped three pieces of candy and handed it to Song Qingyuan, and said, "I'll buy something next time." ”

Song Qingyuan took the candy, put it in his arms, went to the grocery store to buy an egg, and went home.