Song smiled gently, pointed to the road outside the door, and said, "Uncle Guoqiang, have you forgotten?"

We don't really need a store now. We can just bring the vegetables here, sell them outside, and that's it.

By then, even if they want to investigate, we'll have already left.

Upon hearing this, Song Guoqiang slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "That's right!"

Back when we were in Zhongtang County, they did the same thing when they were doing renovations.

It seems I'm getting old; I've gotten stuck in a dead end.

"I'm really getting old, getting old, I don't even need you to remind me," Song Guoqiang said embarrassedly.

"It's alright, you're just too impatient," Song Qingqing said with a smile, forgetting that if someone wanted to mess with her, they wouldn't let her easily find a loophole.

"If that's the case, then I'll have Ah Wu and Ah Liu continue pulling the vegetables later."

"By the way, Qingqing, do you want to go back? It's almost finals!" Song Guoqiang said reluctantly.

Song Qingqing was taken aback. Time really flies. Half a year has passed since she was reborn.

However, the business at the vegetable shop is still unstable. After thinking about it, Song Qingqing decided to simply study in Huangcheng.

"I want to study here temporarily, and go back once the shop's business is on track," Song said after a slight pause.

Upon hearing this, Song Guoqiang slapped his thigh in agreement, "Great! That way, I won't be worried anymore."

Then I can take care of the vegetable garden myself.

However, there are quite a few middle schools in Huangcheng, from No. 1 Middle School to No. 5 Middle School, and there are also many private ones.

Which school does Song Qingqing want to go to?

"Qingqing? Which school do you want to go to? I heard that No. 1 Middle School to No. 3 Middle School are all good."

The No. 1 Middle School admits students based on their grades, while the No. 2 and No. 3 Middle Schools are better.

"Which one do you want to go to? I'll go and find out for you right now." Song Guoqiang was very happy, and Song Qingqing stayed in Huangcheng to study.

In his opinion, constantly running around is not a good solution.

Upon hearing this, Song Qingqing thought of Sikong Xingchen and shook her head, saying, "You don't need to worry about this. I plan to have Xingchen handle it for me. The sooner the better."

Recently, her studies have fallen behind, and she must enroll in school as soon as possible.

With this in mind, Song Qingqing picked out a lot of good dishes and brought them home to cook a sumptuous dinner for Sikong Xingchen.

When he returned, I immediately pulled him to the dinner table and told him about it.

When Sikong Xingchen heard that Song Qingqing actually planned to stay in Huangcheng, he was overjoyed.

"Wait for me a moment." Sikong Xingchen put down her chopsticks, got up, went to the window, and made a phone call.

Then she came back and said to Song Qingqing with a smile, "Tomorrow you can go directly to Class 1 of Senior 3 at Huangcheng No.1 Middle School to report. The principal of Huangcheng No.1 Middle School said that he will make arrangements."

"Really? That's great, Xingchen, you're amazing!" Upon hearing this, Song Qingqing excitedly put down her rice bowl, got up and ran to Sikong Xingchen's side, hugged his handsome face, and gave him a "smack".

Sikong Xingchen pulled her into his arms, tapped Song Qingqing's nose, and said, "Whatever makes you happy. You can stay here from now on and don't leave."

"Okay, I'll stay with you until we're old." Song smiled broadly.

A hint of suppressed emotion flashed in Sikong Xingchen's eyes, but Song Qingqing did not notice it.

Am I old enough?

What a beautiful wish!

After dinner, while Song Qingqing went to take a shower, Sikong Xingchen sat at his desk in the study, thought for a moment, and then made a phone call to the principal of Huangcheng No.1 Middle School, followed by a phone call to the principal of Zhongtang No.1 Middle School.

That night, several people were so excited by Song Qingqing's decision that they didn't sleep all night, and then rushed to Huangcheng early the next morning.

Of course, Song Qingqing had no idea.

The next day, at the crack of dawn.

Song Qingqing and her entourage waited at the entrance of the vegetable shop for Ah Wu and Ah Liu to bring the vegetables.

During this process, the elderly men and women who had arrived early to queue up chatted with Song Qingqing and the others.

"Young lady, I've tried your food, and it's really good. I trust you."

"We all believe you. Only those who have tasted or used something can know whether it's good or not."

"Don't worry, we'll come back to buy your vegetables once your store is reopened."

"Girl, the food you cook is the best I've ever eaten in my life."

"That's right, although the old lady doesn't know how you cultivated this kind of vegetable."

But after I ate it, I did feel much better.

Yesterday I went to the hospital for a follow-up checkup on my arthritis, and the doctor said there was a slight improvement. I think it might really be because of eating your food.

"And me..."

Song listened to the old people's words with a smile on her face.

very nice.

It's wonderful to have faith and to bring benefits to others at the same time.

However, cultivation?

Yes, everyone probably thinks she's the one who cultivated the seeds.

It seems she'll need to take some time to study it.

What if someone actually investigates and she can't produce any evidence?

Keeping this idea in mind, Song Qingqing waited for the vegetable cart to arrive.

The vegetables were unloaded in baskets and were snapped up in no time.

After putting away the money, Song Qingqing returned to the courtyard house, had breakfast, and then stepped into Huangcheng No. 1 Middle School empty-handed.

Wow, a transfer student? She's so pretty!

"My God, she's much prettier than Liu Xiaoxiao."

"Who says otherwise? I think our school is going to have a new school beauty."

"Beautiful lady, what's your name?"

The last one is the real hero, the real man. Upon seeing Song Qingqing's beauty, which is as beautiful as a poem or a painting, he immediately went to flirt with her.

Song smiled gently but did not answer.

Just then, Liu Xiaoxiao also came to school.

Enemies meeting are bound to be filled with hatred.

"Song Qingqing, why are you here?" This is Huangcheng No. 1 High School, a place that only cares about grades.

Liu Xiaoxiao, it took her a lot of effort to get into No. 1 Middle School.

I never expected to see Song Qingqing here today.

“If you can come, why can’t I?” Song replied with a gentle smile.

"Huangcheng No. 1 High School is not a place for lowly vegetable-growing girls like you to just wander in."

I advise you to go back to where you came from.

Liu Xiaoxiao is a wealthy young lady from Huangcheng, and with decent grades, she gets along very well here.

In just two years, they have already formed a senior junior class.

Sure enough, as soon as they saw that Song Qingqing, this outsider, dared to talk back to their leader Liu Xiaoxiao, they immediately spoke up.

"Get out of here, get out of here."

"Let's go! This isn't a school you can get into just by looking good."

"Exactly, people should have some self-awareness."

"Going to the wrong place won't work either."

"......"

The boys who were just stunned by Song Qingqing's beauty were unhappy when they heard this.

We've finally found such a beautiful girl, how can we just send her away?

The boys disagreed.

"Just because you're ugly doesn't mean you can't stand seeing others who are good-looking."