Stepping forward to block the other person's view, Song Qingqing shook her head and refused, "No, Auntie, I still need to go back to the county town!"

After saying that, she wanted to leave, but Tu Hongyan saw this and, in her haste, immediately blurted out what she had prepared for a long time, "Qingqing? You're Jiajia's best friend. She doesn't have tuition fees right now. Do you think you could lend her some?"

She shouldn't have said these words, but since Song Jiajia wouldn't, she had no choice but to say them herself.

She had just heard from her daughter that Song Qingqing spent eight hundred yuan on a bicycle, which must have made her a lot of money.

Since her daughter insists on going to school, the only option is to borrow money from wealthy friends.

Upon hearing this, Song Jiajia exclaimed in surprise, "Mom, I can earn my own money, I don't need to borrow from Qingqing."

"Can you really earn money on your own? What will you use to earn it? You don't have a bicycle, and you don't have any capital. How will you earn money to go to school?"

"Anyway, I'm going to rely on myself. I won't lend Qingqing money. It's not easy for her either."

"Who's really having a tough time?"

Hearing this, Song Qingqing could no longer remain silent and could only speak up, interrupting the mother and daughter. She took out fifteen yuan from her pocket and handed it over, saying, "Consider this fifteen yuan a loan to Jiajia so she can register first!"

Song Jiajia had always studied at the town's middle school. The registration fee was not expensive, only fifteen yuan per semester.

Therefore, Song Qingqing felt that the amount of money she gave was acceptable.

To her surprise, Tu Hongyan complained, "Qingqing, you're being too stingy."

You ride a bicycle worth several hundred yuan to sell goods, but you only give your best friend fifteen yuan for school? You're so stingy!

Upon hearing this, Song Qingqing's face immediately darkened. Before she could retort, Song Jiajia hurriedly scolded Tu Hongyan, "Mom, can you please stop talking?"

After saying that, she turned to Song Qingqing and said, "Qingqing, don't be angry. That's just how your mother is. She doesn't mean any harm, so don't take it to heart."

It's getting late, you should head back to the city soon!

"Here are a few popsicles for you to eat. I'm leaving now." Song Qingqing smiled nonchalantly, took five popsicles from the styrofoam box on the back seat, handed them to Tu Hongyan, and then rode off on her bicycle.

As soon as she left, Song Jiajia's expression changed. She snatched the fifteen yuan from Tu Hongyan's hand and said sarcastically, "She's so stingy. She only gave me fifteen yuan. I thought she would give me fifty or a hundred or something. What a waste of my time."

Upon hearing this, Tu Hongyan retorted indignantly, "I told you she couldn't give much, but you wouldn't believe me and went to all that trouble to get her to come to our door to give us the money."

However, having fifteen yuan is better than having none.

"Forget it, I'll think of another way to get some money out of her next time."

"Get more, she's rich!" Tu Hongyan picked up an ice pop and ate it, her face full of excitement.

Song Qingqing was unaware of what was happening here. After returning from Songjia Village, she first went to the shop and worked there for a few hours before closing it and going home to sleep.

The next day, she went to the countryside to sell popsicles again. It is worth mentioning that she finally sold out all her snacks today. But before she could be happy for a moment, a problem arose in front of her. The children in the village did not have sandals to exchange and said they wanted to exchange them with her fruits and vegetables from home. They asked her if she would trade.

Should we replace it or not?

Sandals and beer bottles are bought by someone.

But what should we do with these fruits and vegetables?

Could it be that she's going to take it back and find the person who buys vegetables?

Even if we could find them, the vegetables would have gone bad by then.

This is clearly a difficult problem.

"Sister, please trade with us! We really want to eat popsicles," an older boy pleaded, sniffling.

Song Qingqing felt a little soft-hearted. After thinking about it, she decided that at worst, she could go back and cook for herself, which would be considered doing a good deed for the day.

So she nodded and agreed to make a deal with them.

That was the end of it, because she opened that door, and as a result, all the children in the village went home to get cucumbers, eggplants, loofahs and other vegetables to trade with her.

This exchange resulted in her filling two sacks to the brim.

It weighed twice as much as the sandals she had collected.

Looking at the empty styrofoam box and the two sacks of vegetables in front of her, Song Qingqing smiled bitterly.

How could she possibly finish all this food by herself?

Let's not worry about what to eat for now, let's go back to the store first!

With great effort, he put the vegetables on the back of the bicycle, hopped on, and headed towards Zhongtang County.

When I got back to the shop, it was around 5 p.m., and people had already arrived at the street market.

But a moment later, dark clouds gathered and a torrential downpour began, and the vendors pushing their carts scrambled to find shelter from the rain.

Upon seeing this, Song Qingqing immediately rushed to the door and beckoned them to come in and take shelter from the rain. Everyone heard this and ran towards her.

The 100-square-meter iron shed was immediately packed with people.

Some who couldn't get in had to run across the street in the rain, but the shop owners there weren't as easy to talk to as Song Qingqing. Very few were willing to sacrifice their own shop space and not do business just to let them take shelter from the rain.

"Look at that Jiujiu Supermarket, Lao Jiang even ran to their doorstep, and they still kicked her out. They have no humanity at all." The speaker was an auntie who sold children's clothes. Her name was Shi Laidi. She was a very outgoing person and had befriended half of the people on the street.

The information Song Qingqing received last time was partly due to her efforts.

"Don't you know Li Liangtian's temper? He's notoriously stingy, and nobody who's ever dealt with him likes to associate with him." The one who spoke was an older woman wearing a cloth hat.

“That’s true, so I’d rather come to Qingqing’s place than go to his.” After Shi Lai Di finished speaking, his gaze involuntarily fell on Song Qingqing, who had found them a stool.

Then she asked, "Qingqing, where have you been lately? What have you been up to?"

After delivering the last stool, Song Qingqing turned around and replied with a smile, "I'm going to the countryside to sell popsicles."

Shi Laidi felt a little embarrassed, as if they were the ones who hadn't supported her business, which was why they sent her to the countryside. "How about you come with us to sell everyday items and clothes?"

Song smiled nonchalantly, "It's okay. I think selling popsicles in the countryside is quite good. If you work hard, you can sometimes make a hundred yuan a day, which is enough."

"But you can only sell popsicles for these two months. What will you do when the weather gets cold?" Shi Laidi was happy for her when she heard that she could make money selling popsicles in the countryside. However, she immediately thought of a problem.

Selling popsicles isn't a long-term job, is it?

Besides, it's not right for her to just keep such a big store closed, is it?

"Let's just take it one step at a time!" Song Qingqing said helplessly. She wanted to catch up with the times, but at this moment, she didn't know how to do it.