“I heard from someone that there might be some changes in our village, so I wanted to buy two houses in advance to have some in hand.”
"What changes?" Song Guoqiang was dumbfounded. As the village head, how could Song Qingqing know about this news that he didn't even know about?
"I'm not too sure, but it seems like they're going to move all the people in our village to the city. They'll exchange one house in the countryside for one house in the city."
But I'm not sure if it's true, so I don't dare to say anything.
However, I happen to have some money on hand right now, and I'm thinking that regardless of whether it's true or not, it would be better to buy two sets.
What if it's true? Then I'd have two houses in the city!
Upon hearing Song Qingqing's words, Song Guoqiang's mouth dropped open. No matter how he thought about it, he never imagined that their Songjia Village might move to the city.
It's so popular in the city now!
Children want to go to the city to study because of the better education, and those who want to get rich also want to go to the city because they can start their own businesses there. There aren't many young people left in the countryside.
Those who wanted a better life all went to the city.
If what Song Qingqing said is true, then wouldn't this be like a pie falling from the sky and landing right on their heads?
"Qingqing, is this news reliable?" Song Guoqiang was a little excited, and his voice trembled slightly.
How could I not be excited?
His two sons have also gone to work in the city. If the village is really relocated, then they can be reunited as a family.
"I can't be sure, that's why I don't dare to say anything. If it's not true, then wouldn't I be lying?" Song Qingqing actually knew the news was true, but she couldn't explain why she was so sure.
She was just an ordinary high school girl, and if Lao Wang hadn't suddenly reminded her, she would have forgotten about the matter in Songjia Village.
"Just like you said, houses in the village aren't expensive, only a hundred yuan a unit, but if we could really exchange them for a house in the city, that would be worth several thousand yuan. We really need to keep two units." Song Guoqiang thought about how his two sons hadn't separated from the family yet, and planned to have them come back tomorrow to separate the family property and buy them houses.
Regardless of whether Song Qingqing's information is reliable or not, it's better than missing a good opportunity!
Having made up his mind, Song Guoqiang stopped trying to dissuade Song Qingqing and immediately helped her complete the formalities, registering the house under her name.
Then he also got one set for each of his sons.
If he weren't afraid of making too big a move and arousing suspicion from the villagers, he would have divided up all those unoccupied houses.
However, the matter eventually alarmed the village secretary of Songjia Village. Upon hearing the news, the secretary did not take it seriously and let Song Guoqiang go.
What he didn't know was that just a few days after Song Guoqiang separated his two sons from their village, a relocation notice was issued for their village because a large coal mine had been discovered nearby.
Upon receiving the relocation documents from above, the village secretary was so filled with regret that he wanted to bang his head against a wall and die.
Of course, that's a story for another time; let's get back to the present.
Song Qingqing spent two hundred yuan to buy two houses that were right next to each other at the end of the village, and was satisfied with her decision to leave.
They ran into Song Jiajia on the way. She seemed to have just returned from the vegetable garden and was carrying a large basket.
"Qingqing, long time no see! How are you doing in the city?" As soon as Song Qingqing appeared pushing her bicycle, Song Jiajia ran over happily.
"I'm fine, how about you?" Seeing her childhood playmate, Song Qingqing smiled as well.
Deep in my memory, it's as if I've returned to the wonderful times when we were children, going up the mountain to chop firewood together and sharing sweet potatoes.
Those were probably the happiest times of her two lives; her parents didn't divorce, and she didn't have to sacrifice herself for her sister.
“My parents don’t want me to study. They want me to go to work. I don’t want to go. I still want to study, but my grades aren’t very good.” Song Jiajia looked worried when she talked about herself.
"Sigh, my grades aren't that great either. If they were really good, I could tutor you or something." Song Qingqing's grades were indeed not very good, always hovering in the middle.
"It's okay, I can earn my own money and support my studies."
At this point, the other person couldn't help but glance at Song Qingqing's bicycle. "Qingqing, your bicycle is really nice. How much does it cost?"
When asked how much the bicycle cost, Song Qingqing was stunned because she didn't know.
Last time she only took out 800 yuan, and later Sikong Xingchen had someone help her change her bicycle to Lan Cai, which probably also cost 800 yuan!
"About eight hundred yuan!" Song Qingqing didn't notice that when she said eight hundred yuan, a deep jealousy flashed in Song Jiajia's eyes, but she quickly recovered.
"Wow, it's so expensive! I probably won't be able to afford it in my lifetime." Song Jiajia exclaimed, took two steps forward to examine Song Qingqing's bicycle carefully, and finally gave all the vegetables in her basket to Song Qingqing.
Song Qingqing didn't want it, but the person put down the dish and ran away.
Left with no other choice, she picked up the vegetable basket and headed towards Song Jiajia's house. As soon as she reached the gate, she heard the sound of Song Jiajia being beaten.
"You stingy little thing! What kind of family are you in? You actually gave vegetables to Song Qingqing. She lives in the city, eating and drinking well. She doesn't need your little bit of food." The speaker was Song Jiajia's mother. From her words, it was clear that she was angry because she found out that Song Jiajia had given her the vegetables.
“Qingqing is my best friend, what’s wrong with me giving her some vegetables?” Song Jiajia hugged herself and raised her head to argue back.
"You still have the nerve to talk back? How could I have given birth to such a stupid daughter like you? They have money to buy a car and sell goods in the countryside, which proves that they are living much better than you. They don't need your bunch of vegetables at all."
"It's a small gift but a big sentiment. I don't care whether she needs it or not; all I know is that she's my good sister."
"You treat her like a best friend, but she may not treat you like a best friend."
Hearing this, Song Qingqing had to interrupt the conversation between the mother and daughter, "Auntie, please don't hit Jiajia, I've brought the vegetables back to you."
Upon hearing this, Song Jiajia's mother, Tu Hongyan, immediately stopped what she was doing. She said some words of refusal, but her actions were not slow at all. "It's just a basket of vegetables. You can take it if you want, why did you have to bring it back yourself?"
Song Qingqing watched as she hurriedly took the basket from her hand and sighed inwardly, thinking that women really are all hypocritical.
"Qingqing? You haven't come to play with my Jiajia in a long time, have you? Why don't you stay at Auntie's house for dinner tonight before you leave?" As she said this, Tu Hongyan's small, red eyes were glued to Song Qingqing's bicycle, her eyes filled with an inexplicable light.
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