Yang Changhe frowned, feeling a little worried. He stood up and said, "I'll go look for my old comrades."

It’s not that his comrades-in-arms have become successful. Over the years, he has never asked anyone for help, even for the sake of his son.

But now I have to speak.

Zhao Aihua snorted and whispered, "You are the one who did it. Tiedan's mother is unhappy because of this."

But there is nothing we can do about it. Things have their priorities and we have to ask for help when we need it.

Now that Song Nanting has a bicycle, she can go out quickly and come back quickly. When she comes back, she takes the washing basin, the quilt cover and the clothes to be washed, and the soap and goes to the river to wash them.

The reason why Xiaohe Village is called Xiaohe Village is because there is a small river to the east of the village. This section is a tributary of a large river in the northeast. The water flow is gentle and the water level is low. The deepest part is only up to an adult's waist.

The river water is clean and clear at this time, and villagers along the river wash clothes by the river all year round.

On the riverside of Xiaohe Village, there are some large flat stones specially laid out for washing clothes. There are more than twenty of them along the river bank.

When there are many people in the summer, there is no place to wash if you arrive too late.

The women liked to chat while washing clothes. When they saw Song Nanting coming over, one of them waved her hand and said, "Song Zhiqing, come here. I'm done washing."

The other woman laughed and scolded, "Why didn't you tell me earlier that you were done washing?"

The one who called Song Nanting was Yang Guilan, who laughed and said, "How can you be the same as Song Zhiqing? I just like Song Zhiqing."

The others laughed.

Song Nanting went over and greeted Yang Guilan with a smile. Yang Guilan asked, "Do you know about Liu Rong?"