Chapter 201 Steamed Buns
Well, at this time, she still has to go and make a scene.
Now that you've received the message, just go over there quickly.
You have to go sooner or later, there's no need to waste time.
Little Lili pouted and sat on the front handlebar of the bicycle. This was really unacceptable. She hadn't even lived there for two days and they sent her back.
Liu Qingqing carried her son and sat in the back seat of the car: "Okay, big brother."
Liu Dongfang glanced at the left handlebar and saw a basket full of steamed buns hanging on it.
On the right handlebar are fruits wrapped in brown paper - square pastries, fried sugar, and Changbai cakes.
His heart was trembling.
The girl is so well prepared, this situation seems familiar...
Liu Qingqing believes that etiquette does not depend on its price, but on its quantity.
As for money, the old couple of the Song family certainly have no shortage of it. If she gives them more money, not only will it be insincere, but outsiders won't be able to see it either.
This is not because she is stingy.
According to the current season and customs, people rely on steamed buns to bring gifts back to their parents’ home during the New Year.
If you are well-off, you can buy a few pounds of white flour buns.
That's the top number.
Those with poor conditions can only make steamed buns made with two-grain flour, or perhaps three-grain or four-grain flour.
Her white flour buns stood upright in the basket, and everyone in the village looked at them with envy and praised them.
Besides, she was carrying some fruit.
As soon as the bicycle entered the village, villagers who were eager for news would stick their heads out from their doors or sticks.
"Oh, it's the East. Hey, we're going to pick up some green grass."
Liu Qingqing signaled her brother to slow down: "Hey, Aunt Zhao, are you harvesting the vegetables?"
"Well, the weather is getting cold. If we don't hurry up, the garden will be closed as soon as frost comes. Are you back to see your mother-in-law? You must have brought a lot of things."
"My eldest brother went to the city to inform me early in the morning, so I hurried back. Second aunt, can you tell me what happened? There was nothing wrong when I came here two days ago." Liu Qingqing sighed.
Aunt Zhao's sister-in-law from the next yard heard the noise and joined in: "Qingcao is back. You helped the village a lot last time. The village chief came back and said that since you were here on the day of paying grain, no one in our village had to go to the checkpoint to eat." The prepared "supplementary grain" saved could allow each household to get at least ten or twenty more kilograms.
"Aunt San, look at us, we're all from the same village, why are you being so polite?"
"Qingcao has really made progress. Right, you want to go to Old Song's house first, right? I went to see her yesterday. Old Song's wife is quite serious. People with this disease will take at least half a year to become paralyzed. She is more serious than others. Your father-in-law is very generous. He borrowed an ox cart to take her to the city for treatment yesterday, but it was useless. He prescribed some medicine and brought her back."
Aunt Zhao shook her head. "Why would they be reluctant? The old couple of the Song family are not short of money. This disease is very common in our village. If it doesn't kill people, it will just burden the living."
Liu Qingqing also sighed: "We live far away from home, and it's not easy for me to come here this time. Even though Jinglin is the only one earning money, he still has to set aside money for the old man's retirement."
The two sisters-in-law of the Zhao family were full of envy. Where could they find such a good daughter-in-law?
Liu Qingqing responded with another "sigh". She had a rough idea in her mind before coming here, and there would definitely be a lot of sighs on this day.
After exchanging pleasantries for a while, the three people in the car continued to move forward.
Little Lili jumped down as soon as she entered the village.
He went home without looking back.
Not everyone can sit on that big bar, at least not one with her small body can handle it. She felt like her butt would be bruised by the impact.
The bike stopped and stopped several times, and when it arrived at Old Song's house, it should have taken five or six minutes to get there, but it actually took half an hour to get there.
The girl chats with everyone she meets, she looks just like her mother.
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