It was not until Song Li and his group walked away that Song Zhi finally let go of the worry in his heart.

Now that I think about it, she was indeed too impulsive just now.

She shouldn't have lost her mind upon hearing the news about Fu Yanci.

Yang Meihua, who was standing by, carefully observed Song Zhi's expression. After hesitating for a while, she asked tentatively, "Sister Song Zhi, do you know Comrade Song Li?"

Yang Meihua watched Song Zhi's changes clearly while standing aside. She saw clearly that as soon as Song Li appeared, Song Zhi's whole body tensed up, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Song Li was full of hostility.

She didn't understand why Song Zhi suddenly changed his attitude towards Song Li. He was clearly talking and laughing with Song Li just now. But she knew it must not be Song Zhi's fault.

Song Zhi paused, not intending to tell the truth to Yang Meihua. She said in a mocking tone, "How could a country girl like me know someone like Comrade Song Li? I... I just remembered some unhappy things."

Yang Meihua knew that Song Zhi was not telling the truth, but seeing that she didn't want to say more, she tactfully suppressed her doubts and smiled to change the subject, "I wonder if my brother has moved on?"

Mentioning Yang Jianshe, Song Zhi felt better. She was now eager to make a career, and Yang Jianshe was now her confidence and hope.

She smiled and said, "She should still be on the train now."

Yang Meihua saw Song Zhi finally smile. She rolled her eyes and said with a smile, "Sister Song Zhi, didn't you say you were going to visit your relatives in the military camp? When are you going?"

Song Zhi was stunned, and then he remembered that when he first went to Yang's house, she seemed to say that she came to the northwest to visit relatives in the military camp.

Originally she wanted to wait a while, but after knowing the news of Fu Yanci's marriage, Song Zhi couldn't wait even a moment.

She plans to go to the barracks tomorrow.

Instead of waiting in the town every day waiting for the army to show up to get information, she might as well take the initiative.

Song Zhi paused and said, "Tomorrow."

"tomorrow?"

Song Zhi nodded and said, "Meihua, bring Taohua to set up the stall tomorrow. I have something to go out for tomorrow."

The business of the cold skin stall is pretty good. You can earn a few bucks by setting up the stall for half a day.

Song Zhi was a partner of the Yang sisters in the leather business, and they split the profits in half. This was the first time she made money from her own business, and Song Zhi felt a sense of accomplishment.

She didn't want her personal affairs to affect the revenue of the cold food stall.

Yang Meihua didn't want to lose the income from the cold-skin stand even more than Song Zhi. Their family now relied on the cold-skin stand to make a living. She patted her chest and promised, "Sister Song Zhi, you can rest assured to do your own things. Leave the stall business to me."

Song Zhi was still quite relieved about Yang Meihua. She nodded, looked up at the sun above her head, and said to Yang Meihua, "Pack up the stall and go home."

Yang Meihua saw that it was still early and there was still some dried skin left on the stall. She asked in confusion, "Sister Song Zhi, why are you going home so early today?"

On weekdays, they would not go home until one or two in the afternoon, but now it was not even noon.

Song Zhi smiled and said, "We are in a good mood today. The liangpi is almost sold out. We can take the remaining ones home and eat them ourselves. We have been busy for a few days, so we should reward ourselves."

Although they sell liangpi, their family has no chance to eat it. Liangpi must be made with white flour, and the Yang family is reluctant to eat it. Song Zhi is willing to eat it, but she doesn't like to eat it alone.

Yang Meihua thought about how her youngest brother would wait eagerly at the kitchen door every time she made liangpi. She softened her heart and said with a smile, "Listen to Sister Song Zhi."

Yang Meihua was busy packing up the stall. Song Zhi thought of Song Li's skirt and gritted his teeth. He said to Yang Meihua who was busy, "Meihua, you go ahead and do your work. I'll go to the supply and marketing cooperative for a walk."

"Sister Song Zhi, you go ahead. I can do it alone."

Song Zhi saw a red plaid skirt in the supply and marketing cooperative, but the price of the red plaid skirt was a bit expensive, costing ten yuan.

All the money Song Zhi had on his body was not even enough for ten yuan.

She invested all her money in Yang Jianshe to wholesale clothes in Guangdong.

Seeing her embarrassment, the lady from the supply and marketing cooperative pointed at the red checkered cloth beside her and suggested, "Comrade, why don't you buy some cloth and make it yourself at home?"

The money for a skirt can buy several pieces of cloth.

Song Zhi finally bought a piece of red plaid cloth.

After returning to Yang's house, Song Zhi locked herself in Yang Meihua's room. She remembered the style of Song Li's clothes, and Yang Meihua was good at sewing, so the two of them worked together to make a skirt similar to Song Li's.

Yang Meihua was very satisfied, but Song Zhi was a little dissatisfied.

She always felt that she didn't look as good in this skirt as Song Li. Apart from the color and fabric of the clothes, the style was basically the same. But when the skirt looked good on her, it always felt like something was missing.

Song Zhi tugged at her skirt and asked Yang Taohua unconfidently, "Meihua, is this dress inappropriate for me?"

Yang Meihua circled around Song Zhi, and the more she looked at her, the more satisfied she became. "Sister Song Zhi, I think this skirt suits you very well. You look better in this skirt than Comrade Song Li's."

Yang Meihua's words were naturally filtered.

Song Zhi took it seriously, "Are you serious?"

Yang Meihua nodded affirmatively, "Of course it's true." She was afraid that Song Zhi wouldn't believe it, so she made a comparison.

"The skirt that Comrade Song Li is wearing is too dark in color, unlike the skirt that you are wearing, Sister Song Zhi, which is bright in color and looks lively.

Also, the skirt that Song Li was wearing was tight and revealing at the chest, which made people feel uncomfortable at first glance.

I deliberately made the chest area of ​​Song Zhijie's skirt two centimeters higher, so it's neither leaky nor tight, and you can tell at a glance that she's a seasoned woman."

Song Zhi took a look at her chest. It was indeed not revealing or tight, and it didn't look uncomfortable. However, she always felt that something was missing.

"Sister Song Zhi, just believe me. When you wear this skirt to the military camp tomorrow, you will know if I am lying or not."

Song Zhi was said to be confident by the plum blossoms.

"Okay, I believe in Meihua's judgment. I will wear this skirt to visit my relatives in the military camp tomorrow."

Yang Meihua rolled her eyes and asked tentatively, "Sister Song Zhi, what is the relationship between you and the person you want to visit?"

Song Zhi's smile froze, and he made up an excuse, "He's my cousin."

Yang Meihua frowned slightly, "Cousin?"

Song Zhi didn't want to say more. While taking off his clothes, he said, "Yes, a cousin. We used to have a good relationship. I had some conflicts with my family, so I came to the northwest in a fit of anger. I wanted to see my cousin."

After saying this, without giving Yang Meihua a chance to ask any more questions, he took the clothes he had taken off and walked out.

Yang Meihua frowned, she always felt that Sister Song Zhi was not telling her the truth.