Seeing Song Xixi, Song Niannian said with a guilty conscience: "Little sister, yes, she came here on her own. I, I listened to your words and didn't pay much attention to her!"
When Zhou Qiuyan came to see her just now, he still talked to her with a smile on his face as before, without saying a word about the humiliation and grievance he suffered from his little sister the day before, as if it had never happened before.
If it were her, she wouldn't be able to do this.
So what the younger sister said is right. Zhou Qiuyan must have some plans for her, so he didn't dare to fall out with her, and even tried to please her.
Seeing that the little girl was afraid like this, Song Xixi couldn't help but reflect on whether she was being too strict, but she said: "I see she is smiling very happily, isn't she getting some benefit from you?"
Song Lianlian waved his hands hurriedly: "No, no, I'm just practicing acupuncture honestly. I didn't respond directly to anything she asked me!"
When Song Xixi heard this, her eyes fell on the embroidery stand in front of her.
Looking at the messy wiring on it, she twitched the corner of her mouth and blurted out: "Your master is such a good person!"
It has been more than a month and I still haven't embroidered the outline of a small leaf. The master is not so angry that he sends people home. If he isn't a good person, then what is he?
Song Shabaitian scratched her head every year. She didn’t understand why the topic jumped to Master, but it didn’t stop her from blowing Master’s rainbow fart: “Of course, Master is gentle and kind. Every time someone comes to beg for food, she will
Bring food to people..."
That's right, she was very gentle to her apprentice at first, but slowly she looked at her eyes and revealed something... Well, she couldn't tell what it was, it was just weird.
If Song Xixi were present, he would definitely see the look in Qingyin's eyes when she looked at Song Niannian, that she wished she could be reborn.
After blowing the master's rainbow fart, Song Niannian brought the topic back: "Don't worry, little sister, I will try my best not to deal with them, so that I won't be deceived."
Song Xixi said sternly: "They provide the embroidery shop with threads. You can't do anything without dealing with them. However, dealing with them is not without benefits. It's just right to practice with these two little monsters."
Song Niannian was shocked: "They mother and daughter are actually trying to blame?"
Song Xixi: "..."
After explaining patiently, Song Niannian realized what she meant. He blinked his dark eyes and said seriously: "Little sister, I know how to do it, and I will definitely let them know that I am a person with brains, so I won't
Being plotted by them!"
Song Xixi showed an expression of "a child can be taught", touched her little head and praised: "Yes, this is a brilliant idea!"
Song Niannian muttered: "My reaction is a bit slow, but it's not like my brain is broken!"
In the next few days, Song Xixi lived and ate in the embroidery workshop.
In this regard, Song Niannian, who was accompanied by his sister, was as happy as celebrating the New Year, and Qingyin never showed any objection to her "interference".
One time Qingyin got interested and taught Song Xixi how to embroidery stitches step by step.
However, Song Xixi had no talent, so a basin of ice water extinguished all her passion. In the end, she continued to stare at Song Niannian with a "reinventing" look, almost lashing her with a small leather whip.
Zhou Qiuyan, on the other hand, was at ease and did not dare to come over for several days.
Five days later, the talkative Yaren finally lowered the price of the house, and went to Xiufang in person to inform Song Xixi, saying that he could go to the Yamen to change the owner at any time.
It was only then that Song Niannian found out that his little cousin had quietly done the important thing of buying a house.
Song Xixi did not hesitate, and rode Xiaohei back to the village that day, telling Song Wufu and Zhang Xiaomei about buying a house.
The old couple were first shocked by the news that she had gone out and earned 10,000 taels of silver. Then the news of 1,200 taels of silver shocked them again, so that they slapped their chests and gasped for air. It took them a while to calm down.
"Buy, buy, it will be convenient for you to go to the city to do things in the future!" Song Wufu waved his hand, turned around and asked Zhang Xiaomei for household registration: "Guobao bought this house with his money, the landlord just let her do it."
Zhang Xiaomei nodded: "Of the ten thousand taels of silver, two thousand taels were originally hers, so the house is considered to be bought by her for herself to live in."
Song Xixi hurriedly said: "I think there is a house in the city that is convenient for settling down. Grandpa is the head of the family, so it will be fine if it is in his name!"
After all, there is no separation of families, but we still need to take into account the mood of the big house and the second house.
"What kind of head of a family? If you call him head of a family, do you think he dares to respond?" Zhang Xiaomei glanced at the old man who dared not say anything, and without saying a word, she took Song Xixi to the room to get the household registration.
After closing the door, the old lady said to her granddaughter: "Don't worry, you earned this money yourself, and your uncle and uncle will not have any objections."
After that, she asked as if she was curious: "Who did you save, so that they could pay you ten thousand taels for them?"
Song Xixi knew that the old lady was not easy to fool, so she said half-truthfully: "A child from a wealthy family fell into a deep hole that no one knew about. It took two hundred and five years for me and the boss to find the person... Anyway, that family
People are not short of money, but ten thousand taels is just a drop in the bucket to them."
Zhang Xiaomei was doubtful: "Really? No matter how rich you are, the money doesn't come from the strong wind. It's only ten thousand taels at a time. My dear, don't lie to grandma!"
Being stared at by the old lady's sharp eyes, Song Xixi calmed down and didn't panic at all: "Of course it's true, otherwise I can still conjure ten thousand taels of silver?"
Zhang Xiaomei patted her on the forehead: "Little slippery man!"
Xiao Nizi clearly knew that this was not what she wanted to ask, but Xiao Nizi refused to respond directly. It must be that these ten thousand taels of silver were obtained at a high price!
Song Xixi refused to say anything, so Zhang Xiaomei had no choice but to keep the matter in mind and go to the Yamen to inquire about it again when she had the opportunity to see what this increasingly bold girl had done.
After obtaining the household registration, the grandfather and grandson rushed to Fucheng in the dark that day.
With the addition of Song Wufu, Song Xixi couldn't afford to stay at Ping'an Embroidery Fang, so he asked for two rooms in the inn.
Early the next morning, they came to Yaxing and went to the Yamen together with the landlord through Yamen to transfer the ownership.
All the officials in the yamen knew Song Xixi, so this small matter was naturally handled very smoothly, and the "tea money" offered by the dentist was not confiscated. In short, everything went smoothly.
Song Xixi kept her promise and gave Yaren ten taels of silver as soon as she left the yamen. Yaren was so happy that he couldn't help but added: "Miss Song, Mr. Song, there is a very nice farm on the outskirts of the city. Do you want it?"
Come over and take a look?"
Song Wufu's eyes lit up: Farms are great, they are usually high-quality farmland!
Seeing the old man's interest, Song Xixi said to Yaren: "Lead the way."
Yaren didn't expect the grandfather and grandson to be so happy. He laughed so much that his eyes went out: "Okay, okay, I'll hire a car immediately and take you two to see the farm!"
This village is located in the north of the city, ten miles away from the city. It was originally the ancestral property of a big landowner. Because the third generation had a prodigal son, all the family wealth was lost in gambling, so they had to sell off the remaining eighty acres of the small farm.