Who is your grandmother!

No way, you shameless, worthless granddaughter!

No way! You're such a disrespectful, good-for-nothing granddaughter who hits her own aunt!

No way! You're such a promiscuous, good-for-nothing granddaughter who never comes home in the middle of the night!

You have truly disgraced the Song family!

"If I had known you would grow up to be like this, I should have strangled you when you were born, so you wouldn't be embarrassing me like this!"

Wang Xiuhua rattled off a whole string of words, every single one of which was an attempt to smear Song Qingqing.

This is her awful grandmother, a grandmother who can't stand to see her doing well.

"If I'm so bad, then why did you come here? And why are you sitting here?"

Song Qingqing couldn't bear it anymore. She had endured it for two lifetimes, and she had had enough.

She would never tolerate these relatives for even a second longer.

Her words left Wang Xiuhua and Song Weimin speechless. They stared at her in disbelief, as if they couldn't understand how she dared to speak to them like that.

In the past, Song Qingqing was a very honest person. When she was scolded by her elders, she couldn't explain why for a long time.

But how come she's become so eloquent after only a few months?

"You bastard, kneel down right now, or don't blame me for having your uncle do it."

Wang Xiuhua was so angry at Song Qingqing's words that she trembled all over and pointed her finger to command.

"Why should I kneel? What did I do wrong?"

It's always the same. No matter what happens, she's the one who kneels down. Her cousins ​​are never wrong; she's always the one in the wrong.

She just didn't understand. She was also a granddaughter of the Song family, so why was she being treated differently?

"You dare to talk back? Looks like you've grown wings and are no longer obedient."

"For the people, go and break her legs. Let her know what it feels like to have her legs broken, so she won't dare to challenge Plum Blossom again."

When Wang Xiuhua told Song Weimin to break Song Qingqing's legs, she didn't even blink, as if she were saying, "Have you eaten?"

Song Qingqing felt a chill in her heart, a cold smile playing on her lips. "What a good grandmother. She doesn't even ask about the matter before trying to break my legs."

Having a grandmother like you is truly my misfortune.

"How dare you look down on me? Don't you even know what kind of person you are?"

Take action for the people, stop hesitating and give them a good beating.

She dared to break one of Plum Blossom's legs; I'll take both of her legs and beat her until she begs for death.

Wang Xiuhua's old face was contorted with malice, as if she wanted to devour Song Qingqing whole.

Song Weimin hesitated for a moment after hearing this, "Mom, what will we say when my second brother comes back if her leg is broken?"

"What explanation do you want? I'm his mother. What's wrong with me beating his daughter? Even if I beat her to death, he can't say a word against me."

"Beat him! Beat him hard! Let this good-for-nothing know the consequences of talking back to me!"

"..." Since even his own mother said so, Song Weimin, as the strongest son of the Song family, had no choice but to comply, rolled up his sleeves, and walked towards Song Qingqing.

However, when he saw his niece's exquisite little face, he couldn't bear it. So before taking action, he did something amazing: "Qingqing, why don't you go jump off the building and break your own leg?"

That way, you won't be in pain.

Mom said, "So if I jump off a building and break my leg, it won't hurt anymore?"

What kind of thought process is that?

Song Qingqing was so angry at Song Weimin's words that she laughed, "Haha..."

Seeing her laugh until tears streamed down her face, Wang Xiuhua grew even more impatient and immediately told Song Weimin to hurry up and get to work.

Seeing that Song Qingqing kept laughing, Song Weimin had no choice but to follow his father's advice and step forward to confront her.

However, before his hand could even touch Song Qingqing's shoulder, it was grabbed by her, and then with a pull and twist, his hand dislocated. "Ah..."

"Uncle, didn't you just say that jumping off a building and breaking your leg wouldn't hurt?"

"Why are you yelling so loudly just because you dislocated your shoulder?" Song retorted gently, turning the tables on the other person.

Song Weimin wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to answer.

Finally, Wang Xiuhua couldn't stand it anymore. She stood up angrily, grabbed her cane, and said to Song Qingqing, "This is outrageous! This is outrageous! You actually dared to lay a hand on your uncle. It seems you've forced me to take matters into my own hands."

After saying that, Wang Xiuhua picked up her cane and struck Song Qingqing. Song Qingqing wouldn't let her succeed, and dodged left and right in the room, exhausting Wang Xiuhua.

"Phew...you...you good-for-nothing...stop right there." She was exhausted; she had only chased him for two laps before she was completely worn out.

It seems that this kind of physical work still needs to be done by her eldest son.

Without thinking, Wang Xiuhua turned to look at Song Weimin, who was still holding her right hand, and ordered, "Weimin, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and teach this good-for-nothing a lesson, make her pay."

"Mom, I dislocated my shoulder and need to get it treated." Song Weimin didn't want to deal with Song Qingqing anymore; his intuition told him that he was no match for her.

After saying that, he went straight to the room and actually went to treat his hand.

Out of principle, Wang Xiuhua grabbed her cane and chased after them. As soon as they left, Song Qingqing immediately closed the door and locked it.

Upon hearing the noise, Wang Xiuhua stood outside the door, hitting and cursing, before finally calming down after a while.

The next day, Song Qingqing opened her shop as usual.

After four o'clock in the afternoon, people started setting up stalls on the street. She took out bottled water and gave it to them for free while chatting with them.

Although there were fewer than two hundred people setting up stalls on Huanle Street, Song Qingqing knew that they definitely knew more than she thought.

This was an inspiration she got from the popsicle vendor yesterday. She felt that since she was limited by her own abilities, if she made some friends and built good relationships with these self-employed individuals, she would definitely be able to find a way to sell her goods in the countryside.

Her decision was undoubtedly correct.

Because, in just one afternoon, she gained a lot of useful information by building relationships through delivering water.

For example, in Tang County, there are only three popsicle wholesalers with varying prices, and five waste recycling companies, but they are not very clear about their prices.

Having obtained this useful information, Song Qingqing began to follow the approximate location they had given her, riding her blue motorcycle to their door.

After making inquiries and observing along the way, she finally determined the location for the first popsicle wholesale store.

To her surprise, this popsicle wholesale store didn't look like a store at all.

It felt more like someone else's home, because this shop not only had a yard and walls, but also no sign or name.

She called out twice, and then someone came out to ask her what was wrong.

Song Qingqing cut straight to the point, stating that she wanted to stock popsicles and wanted to check out the prices.

Kong Xiaoxiang, who had a large black mole on her face, waved her hand impatiently when she heard this. She had only come to ask about prices. "Go away. I only serve those who want to buy goods. Go ask for prices elsewhere."

As she spoke, she turned to go back into the house, leaving Song Qingqing somewhat dumbfounded.