Songjia Village is also a large village with more than 200 households and many children.
Although she's going back to buy a house, she still needs to earn money!
She rode her bicycle and hurriedly left with the goods. Around four o'clock in the afternoon, she arrived at the long-missed Songjia Village.
She hadn't been back for thirteen years. Ever since she was tricked into working by Song Qingyi, she hadn't had time to come back.
Actually, she didn't want to come back, because there were hardly any relatives left who cared about her here.
"Selling popsicles!" Standing at the village entrance, she shouted at the top of her lungs, and the village children heard her voice and immediately ran out.
But when they saw it was Song Qingqing, they were all stunned, thinking they had misheard.
Song Qingshui thought she must have misread it. She glanced at the 50 cents in her hand, ran up to Song Qingqing, and asked arrogantly, "Song Qingqing, why are you back? Where's the popsicle vendor?"
She had heard from others that they were selling popsicles, so she rushed over.
Instead of seeing the popsicle vendor, she saw Song Qingqing's face, a face that made her want to grab flowers.
"I'm selling popsicles." Song Qingqing didn't think selling popsicles was undignified, so she readily admitted it.
Upon hearing this, Song Qingshui's small eyes widened, and she screamed in disbelief, "Impossible! How could you possibly have money to buy a bicycle and do business? You're the poorest person in the entire Song family. I don't believe you. You're lying."
Song Qingshui didn't believe it at all. Everyone in the Song family knew that Song Qingqing didn't have a single penny on her.
Although her second uncle would send them money, the card was always on Song Qingyi's person; that fool Song Qingyi never even touched the card once.
How could someone possibly have the money to buy such a beautiful bicycle, and also have the money to do business?
"Impossible, impossible! You absolutely could not have the money to buy a bicycle. This bicycle doesn't look cheap at all. Did you do something sneaky? I'm going to tell Grandma about this and she'll beat you to death." When Song Qingshui saw that Song Qingqing suddenly had such a nice bicycle, she was immediately filled with jealousy again. She said this and then turned around and told Wang Xiuhua about it.
Upon hearing that Song Qingqing had actually stolen chickens and dogs and gotten a bicycle, the latter called his thug son Song Weimin, and, leaning on his crutch, rushed towards the village entrance.
Song Meihua and her family of three, who were planning to go home, along with Song Qingyi, all took their luggage and followed after them.
They planned to take a look around before returning to the county town.
When Wang Xiuhua arrived, Song Qingqing had almost finished her business.
When Wang Xiuhua saw Song Qingqing's bicycle and the hand that held the money, her eyes immediately welled up with tears. "You good-for-nothing, you must have stolen my money to buy a bicycle, right?"
"Give it to me, hand over the bicycle and all the money you just earned, or I'll have your uncle beat you to death."
Wang Xiuhua's triangular eyes were glued to Song Qingqing's pocket; she was adept at smearing others.
"Ha! Grandma, you need to provide evidence before you speak. I haven't been back for a year, how could I have stolen your money?"
"You can't just spew venom like that!" Song Qingqing hadn't come here since last year.
The reason was that Song Meihua didn't ask her to go back, but instead asked her to help her family cook New Year's Eve dinner in the county town.
"I said you stole it, so you stole it. You dare to talk back? You've got some nerve!"
Boss! Boss!
Wang Xiuhua was still furious about not avenging her daughter last time, and now that her daughter was disobedient, all the old and new grudges came rushing out at once.
Song Weimin, who was always available, stepped out from the crowd. His tall figure made Wang Xiuhua feel very accomplished. She looked at Song Qingqing with disdain and gave her an ultimatum, "Are you going to hand over the bicycle and the money or not?"
"If you don't hand it over, I'll have your uncle beat you to death, you disobedient and unfilial son!"
"Come on! Who's afraid! You really think I wouldn't dare hit you, huh!" Song Qingqing had wanted to teach these relatives a lesson for a long time; she had had enough of it in her past life.
This time, she won't hold back.
Seeing Song Qingqing's confident expression, Song Weimin lost faith in her.
He was still a little shaken from the last time he inexplicably dislocated his hand. Now that he was going to face Song Qingqing again, he was a bit scared and stammered, "Mom, maybe we should just forget about it!"
"Don't count your money! You get right now!" When Wang Xiuhua heard her eldest son say that, she knew he was still worried that she wouldn't be able to win.
Useless thing, can't even handle this simple task, what a waste of your size.
"Alright!" Seeing that his parents were angry, Song Weimin had no choice but to go ahead and do it. But before he did, he said, "Qingqing, why don't you kneel down and apologize to your grandma and hand over all the things to her? That way you won't have to suffer this pain."
That way I won't have to lift a finger, killing two birds with one stone.
"What a brilliant way to kill two birds with one stone! You all got something, but I got nothing."
"Besides, this bicycle is mine, it has nothing to do with you. Why should I hand it over to you? Just because you're so big, you can't even fit a pond in your pocket?" Song Qingqing was so angry at Wang Xiuhua's robber logic that she laughed.
Why should she have to hand over her things? Should she be given a sip of water or a grain of rice?
No way! It's good enough that Wang Xiuhua didn't steal her food rations; expecting her to give her anything is a pipe dream.
"Qingqing, since that's how it is, then don't blame me for being impolite."
"Your uncle won't hold back later." Song Weimin noticed that Song Qingqing's bones suddenly hardened, though she didn't know when they had started to harden.
"If you knew how to be polite, you wouldn't have hit me on New Year's Eve the year before last." Song Qingqing said with a sarcastic tone when talking about the past.
"Nonsense, you have to beat her." When someone exposed him for beating his niece on New Year's Eve, Song Weimin's face instantly turned ugly.
After saying that, he strode towards Song and gently struck him. The latter hurriedly put the car aside, pulled out the iron rod he was carrying, and raised his hand to meet Song Weimin's iron fist.
With a "bang," the iron rod met the iron fist, and naturally the iron rod won.
"Ah..." Song Weimin's iron fist was struck by the iron rod, breaking two of his fingers in one blow. He clutched his hands and cried out in pain.
Hearing their father's screams, Song Qingshui and Song Qiannian, who had been standing by watching the show, could no longer stand still. The siblings exchanged a glance and charged at Song Qingshui, yelling, "Ah, I'll beat you to death, you bitch!"
Upon hearing the sound, Song Qingqing immediately adjusted her direction. When the person rushed in front of her, she quickly gave each of the two siblings an iron rod, beating them until they saw stars, swayed, and fell to the side.
Seeing that his two sons had followed in his footsteps, Song Weimin was furious. He picked up a large rock from the ground and silently smashed it against the back of Song Qingqing's head.
Seeing this, Song Jiajia, who was standing in the crowd, quickly stepped forward and exclaimed to Song Qingqing, "Qingqing, watch out behind you!"
Song Jiajia was Song Qingqing's best friend before she was seven years old, but they rarely saw each other after Song Qingqing was sent to the city by Song Weiguo.
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