Before long, her snacks were sold out, and most of the popsicles were gone.

Then she went to Little Pony Village, sold all the remaining popsicles, and got a sack full of worn-out sandals.

After selling the goods at the waste disposal site, I returned to the shop and carefully counted the money; my net income was thirty yuan.

Her little darling earns her more than she would if she sat here all day.

And she had only been working for a morning.

If you work like this for a day, you'd make a net profit of sixty yuan, wouldn't you?

The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. Taking advantage of the early hour, she went to stock up on goods again, first to the neighboring Luosi Village, and then to the more distant Qiantang Village, where she sold out again.

However, on her way back, a torrential downpour suddenly began, forcing her to find shelter.

She tried to avoid the rain until dark, but it just wouldn't stop. Left with no other option, she had to brave the rain and ride her bike home.

Surrounded by muddy paths, she rode her glowing bicycle, making her extremely conspicuous in the rainy night.

Many people who saw the radiant figure walked towards her.

They were all quite surprised when they saw that the glowing object was a bicycle.

Looking up, they were even more astonished. What a divine figure they saw! Bright eyes, white teeth, and skin as smooth as jade—this girl was too beautiful.

This isn't a country girl; she must be a city girl!

But why is she still here so late?

In the village, two bold unemployed youths saw Song and whistled softly at him. One of them even dared to chase after him.

Song Qingqing ignored these people and pedaled hard on her bicycle, quickly leaving the man behind her behind.

Unbeknownst to her, the man had been staring intently at her slender back, a strange light gleaming in his eyes.

So, when Song Qingqing came to Qian Tang Village again the next day, she was stopped by this man on the way.

The man had a middle-part hairstyle and dressed in a sleazy manner; he looked like an unemployed vagrant who frequented the streets.

This is the kind of person Song Qingqing hates the most.

They do nothing all day but bully the weak.

Although she didn't have any special skills in her past life, she always supported herself with her own hands.

I never thought of relying on others for survival.

"Little sister, what's your name? You're really pretty. I've got my eye on you. Why don't you come with me?" Liu Fugui, a man with a blade of grass dangling from his mouth and his hands in his pockets, swaggered up to Song Qingqing and threatened her in an extremely flippant manner.

Upon hearing this, Song Qingqing first rolled her eyes at him, then retorted, "You don't have a mirror at home, do you?"

Liu Fugui didn't understand what she meant. He touched his black hair at his temples, thinking himself handsome, and struck a pose like a gambling god. He said narcissistically, "Don't you think I'm handsome? Come on! Let's hold hands and go to the mountain valley."

"Which mental hospital didn't lock its doors properly?!"

"They actually let such a madman out. They should take him back quickly!" Song Qingqing said coldly and sarcastically, holding her bicycle, almost calling him an idiot.

"..." Liu Fugui finally realized that the other person's first two sentences were insults directed at him!

He immediately dropped his playful grin, tossed aside the foxtail grass in his mouth, and his face hardened. "You're refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit! Then don't blame me for being ruthless."

After saying that, he reached out and tried to pull Song Qingqing into his arms, but Song Qingqing was not going to give in so easily and kicked him.

But Liu Fugui was also a fighter, and when he saw a kick coming straight at him, he immediately dodged.

Taking advantage of his dodge, Song Qingqing hurriedly put the bicycle aside, then turned around and pounced on him, combining sweeping kicks and straight punches.

She was incredibly fast, like a madman desperately seeking a chance to survive in danger.

Liu Fugui was forced to retreat repeatedly by Song Qingqing's reckless fighting style, unable to defend himself.

He never dreamed that such a seemingly delicate girl could fight so fiercely. He would never believe that she hadn't practiced her moves.

They've really bitten off more than they can chew; they've actually provoked such a formidable figure.

But it's too late to regret it now.

"Grandma, stop hitting her, stop hitting her."

"I won't dare to do it again, I won't dare to do it again, please let me go!" Liu Fugui hurriedly begged for mercy as he saw that Song Qingqing was about to knock him into the ditch.

Song Qingqing, who was using him as a target for practice, was in the middle of a fierce fight, and even when he begged for mercy, she still kicked him.

In the end, Liu Fugui could not escape the fate of being reunited with the ditch.

"Go to hell! How can you be such a barbaric woman? I've already admitted defeat, and you still hit me."

"It's truly bad luck whoever runs into her." Liu Fugui spat out the dirty water in his mouth, forgetting to complain about Song Qingqing's lack of martial virtue.

"Well, I'm really sorry, but you're so annoying. It feels good to hit you once, and it feels good to hit you twice. Of course, the more the merrier!" Song Qingqing looked down at Liu Fugui in the ditch below, clapped her hands, and turned to go into the village to sell her goods.

Liu Fugui, who was still in the ditch, was almost driven to death by her anger. He pounded the ground for a long time before finally stopping.

On the other side, Song Qingqing quickly entered the village and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Selling popsicles!" Before long, she was surrounded by children again.

After a flurry of activity, the children dispersed again, and an old man, holding the hand of a little girl, walked over with faltering steps.

"Young man, can I trade this piece of brown sugar in my hand for an ice pop?" the old man said, showing a piece of dark brown brown sugar in his palm.

Song glanced at it and was a little surprised. This was top-quality brown sugar, with a golden-yellow color. It looked like something only an experienced craftsman could make.

Looking down at the old man and the girl's tattered clothes and sallow complexions, Song Qingqing knew they were struggling financially. She pushed the old man's hand away and took out an ice pop for the little girl, saying, "Here you go! It's free for you."

After saying that, she pushed her bicycle further into the village.

Qiantang Village is a large village with seven or eight hundred households.

There are an alarming number of children. Even if there is only one child on average, that's still seven or eight. And in rural areas nowadays, which family doesn't have two?

This shows just how large the child population in this village is.

Yesterday, Song Qingqing only called out twice at the village entrance, and she sold out all the popsicles.

That's why I came again today.

Her decision was undoubtedly correct, because by the time she finished walking through the village, she had sold out of all her popsicles and the snacks she had brought.

Touching her bulging pockets, Song Qingqing almost smiled her eyes off them.

She estimated that she earned fifty dollars in this one village.

Perhaps joy turned to sorrow, for as she pushed her bicycle out of Qian Tang Village, a tanned man blocked her way.