"You've disrupted everyone's work pace and affected the efficiency of the staff, which could result in the villagers having to stay several more nights."
"If someone is asleep and the house collapses, killing them, can you take responsibility?" Song Qingyi deliberately exaggerated the consequences.
They just wanted to scare Song Qingqing away.
But Song Qingqing listened, and instead of leaving, she stood tall and straight in front of her.
Song Qingyi wanted to say something more.
Song Guoqiang couldn't stand it any longer and interjected, "Whether Qingqing is from Songjia Village or not is not up to you to decide, but up to our household registration system."
As soon as Song Guoqiang said this, everyone nodded in agreement, fully agreeing with the village chief's words.
Regardless of whether Song Weiguo is Song Ping'an's biological son, the registered residence of his family is indeed Songjia Village.
So, to be precise, they really are from Songjia Village.
Song Qingyi choked, unable to utter a single word for a long time.
But Song Guoqiang seemed to be still not satisfied, and added another blow, "Who said that Qingqing came here to ask for Uncle Ping'an's house?"
Can't she have a house of her own?
His words surprised everyone, and they all turned to look at Song Guoqiang.
I don't understand what he meant by that?
Feeling the spotlight on him, Song Guoqiang was very satisfied. "Qingqing bought two houses in the village a while ago."
She originally planned to build a new house when she had money in the future, but she never expected to encounter this situation.
So, she's here to claim her two apartments, not to compete with you for Uncle Ping'an's house.
boom……
His words caused a sensation, and everyone looked at Song Qingqing in disbelief.
I don't understand how this orphan, abandoned by his parents, could have such incredible luck.
One person can be allocated two houses.
These two houses would be worth tens of thousands of yuan in the city.
Has Song Qingqing suddenly become a millionaire?
This is incredible! This is incredible!
They actually escaped poverty and became wealthy all at once.
"My goodness! Qingqing suddenly has two houses. Does that mean she can live in one and rent out the other, and just sit back and count her money?"
"Of course it can! I'm so envious! Why can't I be so lucky?"
"Exactly, I wish I had two houses back then."
In that case, what kind of work am I supposed to do? I can just lie down and relax!
"Her luck has finally turned around! If Song Weiguo knew that his daughter owns two houses, he would definitely fly back home."
"Of course, I would fly back immediately if it were me."
"..."
All she could hear were voices envious of Song Qingqing. Song Qingshui, whose head had been beaten into a pig's head, had just stood up when she shouted in disbelief, "Impossible, impossible! How could she suddenly have two houses?"
This is absolutely impossible, absolutely impossible.
As she spoke, she stepped forward and grabbed Song Guoqiang's hand tightly, loudly questioning, "Uncle Village Chief, you must be lying to me, right?"
How could a bastard like Song Qingqing possibly own two houses?
He even became a "ten-thousand-yuan household" (a term used to describe someone with ten thousand yuan in savings)? That's absolutely fake, it's fake, right?
She screamed hysterically, just like someone unwilling to accept the blows of reality.
But Song Guoqiang disliked her words very much.
What's fake? What's a scam?
If it weren't for Song Qingqing's reminder, he and many others in the village would not have been able to separate their families ahead of time.
It's even more impossible to divide the houses among the sons.
They all owe a debt of gratitude to Song Qingqing for her reminder; otherwise, they wouldn't have had this wonderful day.
“These things are all recorded. Your village chief uncle isn’t senile yet.” Swatting away the other person’s hand, Song Guoqiang then explained when and why Song Qingqing bought the house.
But Song Qingshui still didn't believe it, and ran back in tears.
Song Qingyi was worried about her younger sister, so she went back with her.
The two had barely left when Song Qingyi, who had just blended into the crowd, followed them.
She still needs one last spark.
Today is the perfect time to add fuel to the fire.
Meanwhile, Song Jiajia, who was in the crowd, was also shocked by what Song Guoqiang had just revealed.
She never expected that Song Qingqing would be so lucky.
Not only does he own a bicycle worth 800 yuan, but he also owns two houses worth nearly 10,000 yuan each.
Her wealth is growing ever larger.
But as her sister, she was still thinking about how to help her family with their financial burdens.
Without comparison, it's not noticeable, but once compared, the difference immediately becomes apparent.
The jealousy in her heart made her wish she could possess Song Qingqing and turn her into Song Qingqing.
But she also knew that this was impossible.
However, it's really unfair of Song Qingqing to buy a house without telling her good friend.
If she told her about this, maybe she could persuade her parents to use their savings to buy a house.
But now it's all too late.
The only one to blame is Song Qingqing for not telling her about buying the house.
It's all her fault for being selfish. If it weren't for her, her family could have become wealthy and well-off.
At that time, she won't have to worry about not having enough tuition fees or about the family not having a source of income.
It's all Song Qingqing's fault. She should have told her everything.
They're best friends, aren't they?
They grew up together, but she kept such a big thing as buying a house from her. What a selfish woman.
A woman like her doesn't deserve to have so much.
Feeling indignant, an idea took shape in her mind, and she turned around to look for her mother.
He went up and gave a few instructions, then continued to guard the place.
Only after Song Qingqing finished drawing her lot and dealing with the enthusiastic villagers did she step forward. "Qingqing, my mom would like to invite you to our house for a meal. Do you have time?" Song Qingqing looked up at the sky. It was still early before lunch, and she didn't want to linger. Just as she was about to refuse, Song Jiajia grabbed her arm. "Come on, come on! I haven't thanked you yet for lending me money last time!"
"No need to trouble you, Auntie! It's just a small matter, don't worry about it." Song Qingqing didn't care about the fifteen yuan. As she spoke, she pushed her bicycle and tried to leave.
But when Song Jiajia saw this, she quickly grabbed her bicycle and wouldn't let go, "Okay! Since you don't want to eat, at least you can chat with me!"
We haven't talked in ages.
Hearing this, Song Qingqing hesitated for a moment, but still agreed.
And so, the two of them, one pushing the bicycle and the other walking ahead, started chatting, one sentence after the other.
Before they knew it, the two had arrived at the foot of Matou Mountain.
Seeing this, Song Jiajia suddenly sighed, "I wonder if Matou Mountain will still exist in the future?"
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