Before Song Yueying could say anything, she heard a cold snort from the side and turned her head to look at Qi Yanjue. She saw him staring coldly at Zhao Yiheng, as if he might strike at any moment.
Aren't these two brothers who grew up in the same courtyard?
Are they just fair-weather friends?
Knowing that Song Yueying was looking at him, Qi Yanjue ignored her, his eyes fixed on Zhao Yiheng. He said unhappily, "If you're going to leave, hurry up. What kind of behavior is this, dawdling like this?"
"I...I was saying goodbye to my sister-in-law, that's why I lingered." Zhao Yiheng felt inexplicably aggrieved. If he hadn't offended Song Yueying before, he wouldn't have been so polite to her.
That being said, considering that Song Yueying was willing to provide the formula for making the pills, he should be more polite to her.
Seeing Qi Yanjue's expression turn even colder, Zhao Yiheng dared not provoke him any further. He said goodbye to Song Yueying and left without looking back.
Watching Zhao Yiheng's hurried departure, Song Yueying raised an eyebrow at Qi Yanjue. She asked with a smile, "What's with that cold look on your face?"
"Let's go in and buy some things." Qi Yanjue didn't answer her question, but took her hand and walked into the supply and marketing cooperative.
He didn't say anything, and Song Yueying was too lazy to ask anymore. Once inside the supply and marketing cooperative, she broke free from Qi Yanjue's hand and walked directly towards the fabric counter.
Qi Yanjue followed behind her, but after only a few steps, someone ran up to him and said a few words. He waved for the person to go first, then quickly walked to Song Yueying's side.
"Yueying, I have to go out for a bit, I'll be right back. Can you wait for me at the door after you've bought what you need?" Qi Yanjue said quickly.
Song Yueying was pointing at a piece of cloth, asking the sales clerk to bring it down so she could see it. After hearing Qi Yanjue's words, she turned her head to look at him, and then nodded.
"Take this." Qi Yanjue took out a handful of money and tickets from his pocket, gave them to Song Yueying, and turned to leave.
Looking down at the money and tickets in her hand, Song Yueying blinked in surprise. Actually, she had both money and tickets; she had given the formula for making the pills to Grandpa Zhao, who had given her the money and tickets in return.
Before she transmigrated, her daily life was taken care of by dedicated staff, and her money was managed by others. She could buy whatever she wanted and never worried about money.
Having transmigrated here, she earned her own money and spent it herself; this was the first time someone had given her money to spend.
This feeling... is a bit hard to describe, but it's not bad anyway.
"You left your money and tickets even though you had to go. Your boyfriend is so good to you," the sales clerk said with envy, placing the cloth she had taken down on the counter.
Song Yueying smiled at the sales clerk, "He's not my boyfriend, he's my lover."
She remembered that at that time, people called their wives "lover".
The sales clerk was taken aback, then said somewhat embarrassedly, "Oh, it's your partner! Seeing you two so lovey-dovey, I thought you weren't married!"
"It's not right for people to be all lovey-dovey before they're even married, is it?" Song Yueying asked, frowning.
"Yes, yes, you're right." Realizing she had misspoke, the sales clerk quickly changed the subject. Pointing to the fabric on the counter, she said, "Comrade, you have excellent taste."
"This type of fabric is our best-selling item here."
Song Yueying ignored the sales clerk's advice; she trusted her own judgment and didn't believe what others said. She reached out and touched the fabric; it felt quite nice, so she decided to buy it.
The sales clerk closed the deal and happily praised Song Yueying a few more times. Seeing how generously she paid and gave her a receipt, she then introduced several types of fabric to Song Yueying.
After looking around, Song Yueying bought two more bolts of cloth.
After paying and receiving the ticket, Song Yueying was waiting for the sales clerk to pack the fabric when someone walked quickly past her and accidentally bumped into her.
Immediately afterwards, Song Yueying felt a chill on her arm. She looked down and saw that her sleeve was already soaked, and the person who bumped into her was holding a bottle of soda.
At this point, less than half of the soda remained in the bottle.
Looking up at the person who bumped into her, she saw a girl wearing a dress that looked like she came from a wealthy family.
At this moment, it is glaring at me with a displeased expression.
"You bumped into me." Song Yueying didn't want to argue with her, but since the woman was glaring at her, she had no choice but to.
After hearing Song Yueying's words, the girl looked Song Yueying up and down. She noticed that Song Yueying was dressed plainly, and her clothes were made of cotton, not the fashionable polyester fabric of the time.
Suddenly, his eyes showed a hint of disdain and contempt.
"So what if I bumped into you?" the girl said arrogantly. "Who told you to block my way? The supply and marketing cooperative is only so big. What are you doing standing here?"
"You country bumpkin, you've never seen any of the good stuff in the city, have you? You want to see it all so you can brag to your girlfriends when you get back to the village."
"How shameless."
As soon as she finished speaking, the girl curled her lips in disdain, her eyes full of mockery.
"Who's shameless? Everyone knows the answer," Song Yueying said calmly. "You bumped into someone and dirtied my clothes, and you don't apologize? Is this your idea of politeness?"
Where does your sense of superiority come from?
"You think people from the countryside are bumpkins, but do you know what you are in the eyes of those people?"
"You, you dare to curse at me?" The girl was furious and her words became even more impolite. "I did bump into you, but I also spilled my soda. Did I ask you to pay for it?"
"Where did you come from, you bumpkin, daring to question my manners? Do you even know what manners are?"
"Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous."
“It’s absolutely ridiculous.” Song Yueying smiled in agreement. “Whether I know what manners are or not is not important, anyway, I’m just a country bumpkin.”
"You're from the city, but where's your manners? You're turning around and blaming me, and now you want me to compensate you for your soda? What are you thinking?"
"Even a young child knows that if you bump into someone, you should apologize, and if you get someone's clothes dirty, you should apologize."
"And you? Aren't you even as good as a child who's only a few years old?"
The girl blushed, speechless. She glanced at the water stains on Song Yueying's arm and placed the soda bottle on the counter.
He took out a few one-yuan bills from the cloth bag slung across his body and threw them directly at Song Yueying, saying, "Your cheap clothes aren't worth that much money."
"But I'm willing to give you this much money, enough for you to buy a new outfit."
"Take it! You're welcome."
The girl looked at him with disdain and spoke in a condescending tone, "I don't want you to compensate me for the soda. I guess I'm just unlucky."
She should be the one who's unlucky, right? Song Yueying raised her hand and gently blocked the money, which then scattered on the ground.
Without even glancing at the money on the ground, Song Yueying's sharp eyes fixed on the girl. She asked calmly, "I asked you to apologize. Why did you scatter money on the ground?"
"Is it to show you're rich?"
That damned country bumpkin, that country bumpkin, she didn't even glance at the money on the ground, and even mocked her, saying she was rich? The girl was enraged by Song Yueying.
He raised his hand to slap Song Yueying, yelling, "Who do you think you are, daring to talk to me like that? Do you know who I am?"
"You shameless country bumpkin, today I'll show you what happens when you mess with me, Wang Meimei."
After packing the fabric, the sales clerk came over and saw Song Yueying being slapped. She quickly spoke up to stop it, "Hey! Wang Meimei, what are you doing? Why are you hitting someone?"
Song Yueying's face darkened, and she grabbed the wrist of the girl who called herself Wang Meimei, slapping her across the face.
With a crisp and loud snap, it cracked.
Wang Meimei was stunned.
The sales clerk was stunned, staring at Song Yueying in disbelief. This young woman looked so delicate and vulnerable, how could she have such a violent temper!
If someone tries to slap her, she grabs their wrist and slaps them back.
"You dare hit me!" Wang Meimei, enraged and embarrassed, raised her hand to strike Song Yueying again. Unfortunately, Song Yueying gripped her wrist tightly once more. "Let go! Let go!"
Song Yueying snorted, "You were the one who tried to hit me first, so I hit you back. This was self-defense."
"I don't understand your nonsense." Wang Meimei genuinely didn't understand what self-defense meant; she just wanted to quickly withdraw her hand. "Are you deaf?"
"Can't you hear me? I told you to let go of my hand."
"No." Song Yueying refused casually, glancing at the sales clerk. The clerk had just called this girl's name, so the two obviously knew each other.
When the sales clerk saw Song Yueying looking at her, she quickly smiled apologetically.
"You...you..." Wang Meimei gritted her teeth in anger. This damned country woman, this bumpkin. She must do a lot of farm work to be so strong.
Once her wrist was gripped, she couldn't move. Wang Meimei began to feel scared; she had already lost face by being slapped.
If I get slapped again.
Forget about saving face, she's lost everything. Seeing Song Yueying's icy gaze and the coldness in her eyes, Wang Meimei's heart trembled involuntarily.
I never expected to bring up the iron plate today.
"You don't want money because you think it's not enough!" Wang Meimei said in a trembling voice. "Tell me, I can give you some more money, as long as you let me go right now."
"I just want your apology, I don't want your money," Song Yueying demanded.
"You don't want my money." Wang Meimei laughed briefly as if she had heard a joke, then looked at Song Yueying with a suspicious expression.
"Stop pretending to be high and mighty with me. I know what you're really thinking."
"You're not saying you don't want my money, you're just complaining that I'm not giving you enough."
Song Yueying frowned. She hated people who were self-righteous, talked to themselves, and couldn't understand what others were saying.
Wang Meimei saw that Song Yueying still showed no intention of letting go of her hand. Her eyes darted around, and she cried out, "Ouch! Ouch! My hand hurts so much!"
"You...you, you're going to break my hand."
"Your acting is too exaggerated." Song Yueying knew how much force she had used. "Look at your figure and mine. I'm so thin, there's no way I could break your hand."
"Next time, if you act more convincingly, maybe I'll believe you."
Wang Meimei was angered by her words again and asked fiercely, "What exactly do you want?"
“An apology? All I’ve ever wanted is an apology,” Song Yueying said.
"Will you let go of my hand as long as I apologize?" Wang Meimei asked skeptically. She didn't believe that this woman would let go of her hand after she apologized.
She had never met anyone who didn't want money.
"You can give it a try." Knowing that she didn't believe her, Song Yueying gave her a suggestion.
"I'll give it a try." Wang Meimei bit her lip and whispered, "I'm sorry."
Seeing that she was reluctant and spoke very softly, Song Yueying didn't make things difficult for her and let go of her hand.
Wang Meimei was taken aback, then rubbed her wrist and yelled at the sales clerk behind the counter, "This person is causing trouble in the supply and marketing cooperative. Go and call someone to arrest her right now."
"It would be best to send him to the police station."
"Also, the supply and marketing cooperative is a place for buying and selling things, not a vegetable market. Don't let just any Tom, Dick, or Harry come in and cause trouble."
The sales clerk was stunned, staring blankly at Wang Meimei, unable to come to her senses.
Seeing that she remained motionless and silent, Wang Meimei continued, "What are you standing there for? I'm telling you to go and call people to arrest this troublemaking woman."
"If you don't go and call someone, I'm going to complain to your manager about you."
“You say you condoned bad guys beating me, but the slap marks on my face are the best proof.”
The saleswoman snapped out of her daze, looked at Wang Meimei who had threatened her, and said unhappily, "Wang Meimei, stop trying to distort the truth. I see everything very clearly."
"You were the one causing trouble, and you were the one who hit this comrade first. You deserved to be slapped by him, so how dare you turn around and blame others?"
"If you don't hit this comrade, how could this comrade possibly hit you?"
“She’s waiting here for me to pack the fabric I bought for her. What did she do to offend you?”
"You're going to go complain to the manager? Go ahead! Let's see if the manager believes you or me."
"What did you say?" Wang Meimei pointed at Song Yueying in surprise. "She bought cloth here? How is that possible? Where did she get the money? Where did she get the cloth coupons?"
Impossible! How could this country bumpkin possibly afford the cloth from the supply and marketing cooperative? Cloth from the supply and marketing cooperative requires not only money but also cloth coupons to buy.
This country bumpkin doesn't look like someone who can afford to buy cloth.
"Why do you care where they got their money and cloth coupons?" The sales clerk rolled her eyes at Wang Meimei and put the packaged cloth on the counter. "These were all bought by this comrade."
"Impossible." Looking at the woven bag, Wang Meimei took a step back in shock. "Where did she get the money and cloth coupons to buy so much cloth all at once?"
"You conspired with her to deceive me."
"Who cares to lie to you?" The sales clerk scoffed, then turned to Song Yueying and asked with a friendly smile, "Comrade, I've packed all the fabric for you. Can you carry it?"
Judging from her thin and small frame, she probably couldn't lift it.
Looking at the bag, Song Yueying hesitated; she hadn't known there was so much fabric when she bought it. This wasn't her first time buying fabric, but she wasn't quite sure about the sizes.
"Thank you!" Song Yueying said, "How about I leave it here for a while? I still need to buy other things, and it's inconvenient to carry such a big bag."
"Okay." The salesperson readily agreed and assured, "Don't worry, I'll keep a close eye on it and won't let anyone else take it."
"Go ahead and buy other things. You can come back for them later."
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