Seeing Yang Qingheng's smug look, Gu Yi felt a surge of malice.

He'll show this bitch that his money isn't so easy to take!

Yang Qingheng walked back with the money, feeling increasingly uneasy. Huo Xiuxiu's attitude towards her was so inexplicable, and she kept mentioning Gu Yi in front of her while watching the movie. They wouldn't...

If that's really the case, then things will get interesting.

Her red lips curved into a barely perceptible smile.

Gu Yi really seems to have nothing better to do than court disaster.

In the black market, Master Xu greeted Song Hengjue with a smile as he entered.

"Didn't you go to school? How come you have time to hang around here?"

Song Hengjue didn't waste any words with him and took out a stack of bicycle tickets from his pocket: "Find a way to help me exchange them for money."

After hesitating for a few seconds, he pulled out two more bills and stuffed them back into his pocket.

When Master Xu saw so many bicycle tickets for the first time, his eyes lit up with astonishment. He put his arm around Song Hengjue's shoulder and said, "You're something else, kid!"

"Stop talking nonsense. You have to give me at least a thousand if you sell this ticket," Song Hengjue said dismissively, brushing his hand away. "By the way, has anything happened to that stall lately?"

That stall naturally refers to the small stall selling cloth bags in the black market.

This rumor has been circulating for a long time, and many students at school are discussing it, which makes him uneasy.

Master Xu became interested as soon as he started talking about this, and said with great enthusiasm: "Sister Li who sells bags couldn't come because of something. Recently, our own brothers have been watching the stall. Guess how much money they can make in a month."

"A thousand?" Song Hengjue could tell from his expression that it must be a lot.

Master Xu laughed heartily: "Not only that! She can earn 1,500 in half a month, so that's 3,000 a month, and we get quite a bit of that too."

If this money could be distributed among a few brothers, it would be quite a sum, and everyone is quite excited now.

Song Hengjue was surprised and admired him in his heart: "It seems that this bag seller is really amazing."

What's even more impressive is the supplier, who has such a precise grasp of women's aesthetics and shopping desires.

I don't know where he came from, but he's a born businessman. If he had caught the wave of reform and opening up a year later, he would definitely have made great strides.

It would be great if we could get to know each other.

Yang Qingheng was writing in her workbook with her head down. She had asked Du Ling for these workbooks. Teachers probably like students who love to study. As soon as she asked about her homework, Du Ling took out several workbooks without saying a word and said that she could ask her if she didn't understand anything.

Suddenly, she saw He Qinqin stand up. She asked in surprise, "Isn't class starting? Where are you going?"

He Qinqin asked strangely, "Wait until labor class, no one will tell you?"

Yang Qingheng slapped her forehead, only then remembering that in this era, "labor is the most glorious" was advocated, and even students in school had to respond to national policies and carry out production activities every few days.

So many years have passed, she had long forgotten about it.

“Let’s go, I’ll go too.” Yang Qingheng put on her coat and followed her outside.

I was allocated a plot of land of six square meters, and I still have to queue up to get a handful of seeds.

"Comrade, can we choose the seeds for planting?" Yang Qingheng asked curiously, her tone filled with excitement.

Everyone who came to work today looked worried, especially the senior high school students. It's the first time I've seen them so happy.

The male student looked up at her strangely and pointed to a row of small boxes in front of him: "Sure, take whatever you want. The quantity is limited, and you have to put it back if you don't use it all."

"Do you have sweet potatoes?" Yang Qingheng looked around. All the seeds looked pretty much the same. Apart from pumpkins and other things, she couldn't recognize any of them.

Cheng Kai, who was listening attentively to their conversation, couldn't help but burst out laughing: "I think you look like a sweet potato."

Even though his family doesn't usually farm, he knows that sweet potatoes are grown from seedlings.

Yang Qingheng grabbed a handful and glared at him fiercely: "You look like a big broom to me!"

The people behind couldn't help but burst out laughing. Realizing who they were laughing at, they quickly pulled their teeth back, but couldn't help glancing in Cheng Kai's direction out of the corner of their eyes.

His black hair was frizzy and messy, and you know what, it really was exactly the same.

"Who's laughing at my older brother!" Xu Linsen got angry and glared fiercely at everyone present.

"Shut up." Cheng Kai's face was ashen. Seeing Yang Qingheng walk away, he awkwardly followed her.

"Hey, Yang Qingheng, how can you just give people nicknames like that? Apologize to me right now."

"Vixen!" Li Jiaoyan was furious that Cheng Kai was also attracted to Yang Qingheng. She gritted her teeth and stared intently in the direction of the two of them.

He stomped his foot and ran off in that direction with a fierce air.

"Cheng Kai, why haven't you brought me breakfast lately?"

She blocked Cheng Kai's path.

Cheng Kai was pressuring Yang Qingheng to apologize when Li Jiaoyan suddenly interrupted him, frowning: "Didn't you dislike the breakfast I brought you?"

“When did I say I didn’t like it?” Li Jiaoyan chuckled, deliberately looking in Yang Qingheng’s direction. “Cheng Kai, I twisted my ankle on my way home yesterday. Could you help me turn over the dirt later? If you help me, I’ll agree to what I did last time.”

Given how much Cheng Kai likes her, he will definitely agree to her request.

Li Jiaoyan was very pleased with herself.

She will let Yang Qingheng know that there are some people she can't take away from her.

Yang Qingheng was in a good mood today and didn't want to argue with her, so she picked up her hoe and left.

"Is it going to work or not?" Li Jiaoyan urged him. Her aunt was the village chief's wife, and she had also received a few years of schooling, so she had always worked as a scorekeeper in the village. She disliked manual labor like working in the fields.

Cheng Kai was baffled: "You want me to get out of bed? Are you crazy?"

Yang Qingheng went straight to the other side of the field, and her indifferent attitude made Cheng Kai feel both annoyed and irritated.

Li Jiaoyan persisted, following behind him relentlessly.

Cheng Kai, with a cold face, kicked Xu Linsen: "Go and help her."

Disaster struck from the sky.

Xu Linsen's expression stiffened, and he reluctantly agreed, following behind Li Jiaoyan toward her vegetable garden.

"Hey, Yang Qingheng, you can't be that petty, can you? I didn't even get angry when you called my hair a mop."

Yang Qingheng was working hard to turn the soil when a male voice suddenly came from beside her.

She looked up at Cheng Kai, confused, and asked, "What's wrong with me?"

He had no recollection of what had just happened.

Cheng Kai felt instantly relieved and pointed to the small patch of ground that had only been dug: "How come you're so weak? You've only dug this little bit. Let me demonstrate for you."

He rolled up his sleeves and forcefully snatched the hoe from her hand.

Yang Qingheng was now free and didn't bother arguing with him.

Half an hour later, the two of them stood in unusual silence, staring at the vegetable patch that looked like it had been chewed up by a dog.

Yang Qingheng's brow twitched: "Can't you just quit? Does causing me trouble make you happy?"