Li Lin cried even harder. Song Yun didn't bother to pay attention to her. She thanked Jiang Yuanyuan, took out the bill, and went back to the furniture counter. She said to the salesperson who always rolled her eyes and looked down on people, "Let me see it."
Song Yun was now filled with anger, her face was unhappy and her tone was stern, but the salesperson didn't dare to give her the cold shoulder anymore. Without saying a word, he took out two baskets of vegetables on the counter for her to choose from.
There were only two styles: one was longer with a thinner blade, and the other was thicker, the most common, old-fashioned style. Song Yun chose the thicker one and paid the ticket holder without a word.
Fortunately, Qi Mo Nan took out a lot of tickets today, otherwise she would have no tickets to buy vegetables now.
Song Yun didn't even glance at Zhao Xiaomei and Li Lin, who was sitting on the ground crying with her face covered. She picked up her things and walked out of the supply and marketing cooperative.
She bought too many things and couldn't carry them all by herself, so she came several times to move all the things to the door of the supply and marketing cooperative, and asked Song Ziyi to look after them while she called Uncle Zhang over from the state-owned restaurant.
When Song Yun brought Grandpa Zhang over, Zhao Xiaomei and tidying-up girl Li Lin also came out. When they saw the ox cart, they didn't hesitate and climbed onto the platform directly.
Uncle Zhang helped the siblings load their things onto the oxcart and asked, "Why did you buy so much flour?"
Song Yun said, "The house is almost finished, and I said I'd treat everyone to a meal."
Uncle Zhang understood, "There's no need to buy so much white flour. Just buy a few pounds and mix in some cornmeal. That way it's filling and affordable."
"I know, there are so many people here, so even if we add more cornmeal, it will still take a lot." Song Yun said with a smile. She didn't think Uncle Zhang was nagging. Instead, she could feel Uncle Zhang's genuine love and care for her. He treated her as his junior, so he was willing to say these things.
The originally warm and harmonious scene is always destroyed by someone.
Zhao Xiaomei looked at the things piled on the oxcart and was filled with jealousy. She couldn't help but lash out with sour words, "You old man, you always worry about things for no reason. She's a young lady from Beijing. What's the big deal about buying just a little white flour? You're making such a fuss."
Song Yun's face turned cold. She took a step forward and grabbed Zhao Xiaomei's hair fiercely. She raised her hand and slapped her in the face loudly and crisply, "Zhao Xiaomei, I have tolerated you for a long time. You provoke me again and again. Do you think I can't do anything to you?" Then she slapped Zhao Xiaomei again, making her scream. She wanted to break free but couldn't. She asked Li Lin for help, but Li Lin seemed to be frightened by Song Yun's ferocity and didn't dare to move at all.
"Zhao Xiaomei, listen up! If you dare to talk nonsense and throw dirty water and accuse me again, I have a hundred ways to make you live a life worse than death."
The last sentence was said in a low voice in Zhao Xiaomei's ear, so that only the two of them could hear it. Then he let go of Zhao Xiaomei, pulled Ziyi into the car, and sat down next to the flour bag.
Zhao Xiaomei was almost mad with rage, "Song Yun, you are absolutely lawless. You dare to beat people in the street? I'm going to report you to the police."
Song Yun snorted coldly, "Then go ahead and report it! Let's let the police judge. I bought some food and daily necessities and you immediately accused me of being a capitalist's daughter. Tell me, which of these things I bought are specifically for capitalists? If you can't tell me, then you are maliciously framing me. You know the consequences of being labeled a capitalist, but you still insist on accusing me. You are committing malicious murder."
Zhao Xiaomei was so angry that she was shaking all over. She wanted to tear Song Yun's mouth, tear apart the beautiful face in front of her, dig out her mocking eyes, rip off her clothes and throw her on the street for people to admire. She wanted to watch her go to hell.
But she could only think about it, not dare to do anything.
Zhao Xiaomei finally sat down slowly. She absolutely could not swallow this humiliation. Just because she couldn't do it now didn't mean she couldn't do it later. She would definitely avenge this grudge. She would also settle accounts with her for everything that had happened before.
Li Lin huddled to one side, lowering her head, not knowing what she was thinking. Occasionally, when she looked up at Song Yun, a sinister light flickered in her eyes.
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