Looking at the other person's aged face, Song Qingqing suddenly felt a pang of sadness. "So you want to sell the vegetable garden to me?"
It's no wonder Song Qingqing said that. If Old Liu was talking to her about this at this time, she couldn't find any other reason than that he wanted to sell the land to her.
As expected, Old Man Liu nodded repeatedly as soon as she said that.
"Yes, it all depends on whether you'd even want my vegetable patch."
You can set the price as you see fit, just focus on growing it well.
This was the best outcome Old Liu could have imagined.
That vegetable garden was just like his old job; he couldn't bear to hand it over to someone else.
He could only feel at ease if he entrusted the matter to Song Qingqing.
Song thought about it for a moment and finally agreed, "If you've really thought it through, then I can buy it at a price that's 10% higher than the market price."
But have you really thought this through?
"I couldn't be clearer. I'll be seventy next year, and it's definitely not suitable for me to grow vegetables anymore," Old Liu said firmly.
It seems they really have made plans.
Song Qingqing stopped trying to persuade him and then told him about the price.
Old Liu was extremely grateful that Song Qingqing had actually bought his forty mu of vegetable land for 33,000 yuan.
This price is far beyond his expectations.
"Isn't this too high?" Old Liu was happy, but he still felt a little guilty.
“It’s worth the price, don’t worry!” Song smiled gently as she signed the contract with him, and then the two exchanged money and land.
After finishing all that, Song Qingqing asked Old Man Liu what his plans were.
The other party looked blank, clearly not having considered it yet.
Seeing that he was quite old and lived with his granddaughter, Song Qingqing extended an olive branch and said, "Why don't you help me guard the vegetable garden?"
Be my administrator.
My job is simply to watch over the vegetable garden every day and make sure no one ruins it.
In this way, you can not only live in your own home, but also have a source of income.
"How about four hundred yuan a month?"
"Thank you, thank you so much." Old Liu never expected that he would not only sell his vegetable garden, but also find a good job that would allow him to retire comfortably.
tending the vegetable garden is a low-stress job, which suits him well.
The next day, after finishing the preservation work, Song Qingqing told Song Guoqiang about their extra vegetable garden.
“Uncle Guoqiang, take a look. Your son has management skills. You could let him try out for Qian Tang Village.”
My salary is the same as yours.
Song Guoqiang was so excited he didn't know what to do. In the end, he could only vow to work hard and make sure his sons did well too.
"Don't worry, Qingqing, my eldest son is quite like me."
When I got back, I told him to do a good job and not to hold you back or ruin your plans.
Song Qingqing was amused by him, which ruined her plans. What plans could she possibly have?
In the few months since he came to the county town, Song Guoqiang has become increasingly fond of joking and laughing.
"No, no, we can't ruin the shop's business."
"Okay, you go ahead and get busy! I need to go to school too."
"Okay, okay."
The two parted ways here. Song Qingqing returned to Huanle Street, where Da Meng brought her breakfast.
Song Qingqing did not accept it.
"Miss Song, what's wrong? Our boss ordered this for you, why don't you want it anymore?"
These past few days, Song Qingqing has been acting strangely, consistently refusing the meals they bring her.
They have reported the matter to higher authorities, but have not received a response.
"You don't need to deliver anymore. I'm done with your boss." After saying this, Song Qingqing was about to get on her blue bicycle when she remembered what she had just said. Instead, she rode her old bicycle to school.
Meanwhile, in a villa atop a mountain in Kyoto, Sikong Xingchen finally opened his eyes.
"Doctor! Doctor!" Old Wang and Qian Youlu shouted in unison upon seeing this.
When they arrived at the bedside, all they heard was, "Qing'er, Qing'er."
"Boss, don't worry, Miss Song is fine."
However, I don't know what's wrong with her these past few days. I heard she's been acting strangely and has refused the three meals you ordered for her.
When Lao Wang saw that Sikong Xingchen had woken up, the first thing he asked was Song Qingqing. He hurriedly relayed the news he had just received from Zhongtang County to Sikong Xingchen.
Upon hearing this, Sikong Xingchen immediately sobered up. He tried to sit up, but the movement aggravated his numerous wounds, causing him to gasp sharply.
But this pain is nothing compared to Song Qingqing's emotional state and the fact that something is wrong with her.
"I need to see her. Take me there immediately, right now," Sikong Xingchen suddenly commanded anxiously after a pause.
After saying that, he tried to pull out the needle from his hand, but Lao Wang quickly stepped forward to stop him, saying, "Boss, you can't move yet."
"Young Master Si, you are currently at the Kyoto Empty Mountain Villa." Qian Youlu told Sikong Xingchen their current location, despite Sikong Xingchen's murderous glare.
Sikong Xingchen's eyes widened instantly, sharp as lightning. "Who sent me back?"
"It's me."
A male voice suddenly appeared. This person was none other than Cheng Shaohua, who had just become Sikong Xingchen's private doctor.
Behind him, a graceful and elegant lady slowly appeared.
This lady looked very similar to Sikong Xingchen, except that her features were softer.
"Chen'er, lie down properly. You can't go anywhere until your injury heals."
Did you hear me?
The woman was Shangguan Liuli, Sikong Xingchen's mother. Without saying a word, she sat down next to Sikong Xingchen and held down her son's restless hand.
Sikong Xingchen pushed him away uncomfortably, lay back on the bed, and remained silent.
Shangguan Liuli felt a little uncomfortable. She withdrew her jade hand, which had been hanging in mid-air, gave the other party a few instructions, and then left.
As soon as she left, Sikong Xingchen immediately asked Lao Wang to make arrangements for leaving that night and returning to Zhongtang County.
At the same time, they also had Cheng Shaohua beaten up.
But when night fell, just as Sikong Xingchen was about to take action, he found that his grandfather Sikong Leiyun's men had blocked his way.
Song Qingqing was unaware of what was happening here; at the moment, she was studying her own abilities.
Last time she experimented with seeds and made them taste roasted; this time she did the opposite and made a cold lump of seeds.
Undeterred, they planted all the seeds.
She then fell asleep peacefully.
The next day, Song Qingqing inspected the vegetables as usual. On her way back, she encountered many middle-aged women heading towards Xingfu Community and Qingnian Community.
Song Qingqing was very happy and followed after them on her old bicycle.
It turned out that the line of people coming to buy her vegetables stretched far from the entrance of the residential complex.
These people could circle the neighborhood several times over.
Upon witnessing this magnificent scene, an indescribable sense of pride welled up within Song Qingqing.
"Selling vegetables, and reaching this level of success, isn't that something to be happy about?"
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