After eating, Wang Shuning took Goudan and Mingming home. When they turned the corner at the intersection, they saw a familiar person, who seemed to be Zhao Leyi’s boyfriend He Weiyuan.
When the two of them met, He Weiyuan's eyes swept over Wang Shuning's body from top to bottom, as if he wanted to tear her clothes off, which made people very uncomfortable.
Wang Shuning frowned and quickened her pace as she left. Someone was staring at her from behind, and she felt as if she was being stared at by a wild wolf.
"Sister Shuning." Goudan was pulled so hard that he almost fell down.
Wang Shuning lowered her head and stopped. Seeing the two children’s faces flushed and still panting, she said, “Sorry, I walked too fast.”
The houses in the village are so close to each other, and He Zhuzhu lives next to me, so nothing should happen.
Wang Shuning dispelled the worries in his heart. He had watched too many suspense dramas and thought too much. There weren’t so many surprises in the world.
After returning home, Wang Shuning came to the space to start harvesting. He will go to the town tomorrow to see if there are any bicycles for sale. If not, he will have to go to the county.
Three hundred meters away from He Pingping's home.
Zhang Meili glared at Qin Chuming, her heart was raging with anger, she wanted to slap this man three times, "You talk so much, you obviously came to see Guo Jingyi, but you used me as a shield, who do you think I am, Zhang Meili?"
This was the third time that Qin Chuming visited Zhang Meili under the guise of being a fellow villager. However, every time he came, he would talk in front of Guo Jingyi and completely ignored Zhang Meili. This time, she simply couldn't stand it anymore.
Moreover, every time Qin Chuming came, Guo Jingyi felt very uncomfortable, which made Zhang Meili feel very embarrassed and inferior. Otherwise, why did Qin Chuming dislike her but like Guo Jingyi?
Qin Chuming opened his eyes wide and defended himself: "Which eye of yours saw that I came to see Guo Jingyi?"
Zhang Meili's pupils stood up, she pointed at her own eyes with her scissor fingers, and spit on Qin Chuming's face, "I saw it with both eyes, get out of here, don't come to me again, I don't want to say a word to you, scumbag."
Qin Chuming turned his head and looked at Zhang Meili's back as she walked away without hesitation. He felt unbelievable. Compared with Guo Jingyi, who was good at cooking and had a gentle and pretty appearance, Zhang Meili was only better looking than an ordinary country girl. She spoke carelessly and was not a lady at all. She should be grateful that he could look at her more. She would lose her temper at the slightest provocation. Such a woman was indeed not suitable to be married home as a wife. If the quarrel became more intense, she might even resort to violence.
Chaoyang County.
When Song Qian heard the door open, she immediately rushed out of the house to the entrance, staring at Song Wenyi expectantly, "How is it, have you packed all the things?"
Song Wenyi grinned, "How could I not accept it? The price is two cents higher than what we originally negotiated."
Song Qian grabbed Song Wenyi's wrist and pulled him into the room, then locked the door. "Hurry up and take out the money and let me count it."
Song Wenyi's forehead was sweating. "Mom, counting money is a lot of work every time. There's only 900 yuan, so there's no need to count it."
It’s not that Song Wenyi doesn’t like counting money, but every time he counts it, his mother will take away half of it, saying that she is saving it for him to get married. But until now, there is still no sign of his future wife.
In the end, Song's mother took 500 yuan out of the 900 yuan. "We made 350 yuan in two days, which is enough for us to work for two or three months."
Song Wen was eager to try and said, "Mom, go to the black market in the north of the city and keep an eye on it in a few days. If that black girl comes again, you have to keep her there. If someone else spots her and takes her away, we will suffer a great loss."
Song Qian nodded vigorously. From tomorrow on, she would not go anywhere. She would just keep an eye on the black market in the north of the city and would never let anyone else take away her big business.
"Don't keep calling her a black girl. If the little girl hears it, she will definitely be unhappy."
Song Wen was speechless, "But she is black!"
The next day, Wang Shuning came to the state-owned shopping mall in the town, but after walking around he didn't see any bicycles for sale.
Wang Juan, who had just walked to the fabric store and was about to take the inferior fabric back to the warehouse, saw her and called out, "Wang Shuning."
Wang Shuning looked at her and said, "So you work in a fabric store."
"Do you want to buy cloth? A lot of new goods arrived in the store yesterday afternoon, and they haven't been put on display yet. If you want to buy cloth, I can take it out and show it to you," Wang Juan said enthusiastically.
Wang Shuning shook his head. "I don't know how to make clothes. I usually only buy ready-made clothes. Did you know that there are bicycles for sale in shopping malls?"
Wang Juan looked at her seriously and said, "The state-owned department store in our town doesn't usually sell bicycles. If you want to buy one, you have to go to the window to register and wait for them to transfer the goods from the county."
"So that's how it is." This meant that she had to make another trip. If she went to the county to buy it, it would be past the time now, and there would probably be no oxcart so she would have to walk.
Wang Shuning first went to the window to inquire about the details of the purchase of the bicycle, and was told that it would take three days to transfer the goods, and that there were only bicycles but no watches.
So she decided to go directly to the county. It was not yet noon, and if she bought a bicycle, she could ride back in the afternoon, so it wouldn't be too late.
When we arrived at the county's state-owned shopping mall, there were several brand new bicycles on display. Each one cost 160 yuan. In addition to the bicycle, we also had to buy an air pump for three yuan.
When the salesperson at the watch window saw her pushing a new bicycle over, he opened the window and took out the watch that Wang Shuning wanted.
This is a ladies' watch with a small dial and a brown leather strap. It looks pretty good and I bought it for 120 yuan.
After paying the money, Wang Shuning rode her bike straight home. It had only been two days since she made the transaction with Song Qian, and she didn't want to go find her so soon.
Song Qian waited at the black market in the north of the city for a whole day but didn't see anyone. She took the pork ribs and prepared to go home to cook. The whole family had gained weight after eating meat every day for the past two days.
A bicycle bell rang, and Song Qian stopped to move aside. A new black bicycle passed in front of her. It was so clean and shone in the sunlight.
Song Qian looked at Wang Shuning riding away on a bicycle. She didn't recognize her. She just thought that the girl was very fair-skinned. She must be from a well-off family to be able to ride a bicycle. She was quite suitable to be her daughter-in-law. Who was her family? Unfortunately, she ran too fast and disappeared in an instant.
The entrance of Dafeng Village.
After chatting, Aunt Da Jiao was about to go home to cook. She looked at Wang Shuning who was riding a bicycle quickly, her eyes as big as two eggs. "Is this a new bicycle? Did you buy it?"
Riding all the way from the village entrance to home, Wang Shuning felt the gazes of at least fifty people. Goudan and Mingming, who were playing in the yard, were stunned when they saw the bicycle, especially since the one riding it was Wang Shuning.
"Sister, it's a bicycle. I saw the bicycle." Goudan jumped up and shouted.
Mingming nodded happily. No one in the village bought a bicycle. They knew each other because every Chinese New Year, the village chief's daughter would ride one when she came home to pay New Year's greetings. So every second day of the Chinese New Year, there would be a lot of children gathering outside He Haiming's yard. It didn't matter if they couldn't ride a bicycle. They felt curious and happy just by watching them.
He Zhuzhu heard Goudan's voice and came out of the kitchen. Seeing Wang Shuning parked his bicycle in the yard, he stuttered and asked, "Did you buy it?"
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