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"You—" Tang Zhi secretly glanced at her several times before asking, "Do you still remember those cronies of yours?"

Song Yuyan laughed and said, "Why can't I remember? But Miss Tang, let's discuss whether we can stop using the term 'fellow friends' next time. I think they might not be happy to be called that."

Tang Zhi didn't seem to expect that she would be educated by Song Yuyan to be a human being. This feeling was a bit embarrassing, but she also knew that she had said something wrong, so she couldn't think of any excuses for a while, and could only turn red muttered, "Got it!"

After finishing speaking, she didn't want to leave with Song Yuyan anymore, so she walked away quickly as if the wind was blowing under her feet, and the mud on her heels shook her skirt all over.

Song Yuyan shook her head. After all, the other party was just a young girl in adolescence. Although she became the owner of a vegetable garden at such a young age and shouldered the important task of supporting the family, it didn't mean that she thought about problems in the same way as an adult.

As he walked, Song Yuyan noticed that the little girl suddenly slowed down and looked left and right, pretending to be looking at the scenery on both sides of the avenue, but occasionally using the corner of her eye to see if she would be overwhelmed by the weight of the bamboo.

Song Yuyan was indeed very tired, but thinking that he would be home soon, he gritted his teeth and persevered. Seeing Tang Zhi's appearance, he felt a little relieved, but he didn't say anything.

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When the two returned to the alley, the neighbors saw that they had come together again, and they all showed gossip.

But even though they came back together, Tang Zhi deliberately kept a distance from Song Yuyan, and there was still a cow between them.

Of course, the neighbors didn't think about the relationship between men and women, they were just curious about what Song Yuyan was doing when he came back with so many bamboos, and did Tang Zhi really forgive Song Yuyan for what he did before, and believe that she had changed her ways?

Song Yuyan didn't take the doubting eyes of the neighbors to heart at all, and instead smiled kindly at them, scaring them to close the doors and windows one after another.

Neighbors: If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. Song Dalang is trying to be a demon!

Song Yuyan: "..."

Tang Zhi went back to his own yard, and looked back, then was dazed by her smile for a while, then hurried back, and closed the door with a "slap".

Song Yuyan couldn't help wondering, is her smile poisonous or something?Why are both of them like this?What about the harmonious and friendly neighborly relationship?

When she got home, she quickly put the bamboo down, went to the kitchen and poured a large bowl of water to drink, and then loosened her skeleton that was about to fall apart.The two little radish heads rushed out when they heard the noise. They were not very interested in ordinary bamboos, but they were more interested in how Song Yuyan would deal with these bamboos.

"Brother, you're back!" Song Yuzhuan called Song Yuyan obediently.

After Song Yuyan took off the bamboo hat and coir raincoat, he touched her head and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry. Elder sister Tang gave me some cabbage, and my second brother boiled the vegetables and made porridge to eat. I also saved it for my elder brother."

Song Yuyan was slightly surprised, looking at the silent Song Yuban, suddenly remembered that he seemed to be a little abnormal these two days, she had never heard that such a young boy had menopause.But if the other party didn't take the initiative to say it, she would not take the initiative to ask, so as not to be rejected by the other party again.

After eating the porridge, she praised Song Yuban again: "It's well done!"

Hearing this, Song Yuban immediately raised his head and puffed up his chest, as if he was very powerful, "Of course!"

"In that case, why don't you be in charge of cooking in the future!" Song Yuyan said again.

Song Yuban was about to respond when he realized that Song Yuyan had dug a hole for him!Just as he was about to say something, his eyes touched those straw mats, and his expression suddenly became sluggish, "Oh!"

Song Yuzhuan didn't understand what these two people were thinking. She pulled Song Yuyan's pants and asked, "Brother, there are so many bamboos, can they be used as bamboo horses?"

"Bamboo horse?"

Song Yuyan thought about it, and felt that what Song Yuzhuan was talking about was the bamboo poles that the children outside used to ride as horses when they were playing, and some of them were made of bamboo strips.Often a few children get together, and if there are more people, they will divide into camps and "fight on horseback". This is what the bamboo horses in the so-called "childhood sweethearts" mean.

"You want it?" Song Yuyan knelt down and asked Song Yuzhuan.

She knew that Song Yuzhuan was not good at walking, so the other children didn't like to play with her on the bamboo horse, saying that she was still crippled even when she was riding a horse, so she could only hide in the crack of her door to watch the children playing outside.

Song Yuzhuan wanted to say that she wanted it, but then remembered that there were bamboo horses and no one to play with her, and her bright eyes dimmed again, and then she shook her head: "I don't want it anymore, my brother wants to make flower baskets and sell it for money." of."

Song Yuyan patted her head, but said nothing.

While the rain stopped, she went to prepare the tools needed for bamboo weaving. These tools were mainly used on the broken strips, that is, the bamboo knife for splitting the bamboo into usable strips, and ensuring that the strips were of the same size. A knife and a scraper to make the strips even and smooth.

Some tools have to be bought at a smithy, while others can be obtained locally.The Song family has bamboo knives, scrapers, calipers, etc., while Jianmen knives, rolling planers, etc. need to be bought.

Mingzhou produces iron ore and copper ore, so the iron ore and copper ore processing industry is relatively developed. In addition, bamboo handicrafts are a specialty of Mingzhou. There are many such tools. You can find them at any street stall. to these tools.

When she passed Aunt Lie's shop, she was stopped by the other party.Aunt Lie didn't get close to her, and asked directly: "I heard that you can also weave bamboo baskets, are you going to do this?"

Song Yuyan thought to herself that Lin Yongming must have mentioned it to her, and now she was unambiguous: "Yes, I am going to buy knives."

"That's just right, my scissors are broken, I'm going to trim them, I'll go with you!" Aunt Lie acted decisively, and directly caught Song Bing who was loafing inside to look at the shop, and then led Song Yuyan to go together to the nearest blacksmith shop.

There are two small stalls at the door of the blacksmith shop. The peddler set up a grass shed in the open space. Under the grass shed are ironware, including small knives, scissors, and larger agricultural tools.

"This one is run by Blacksmith Wang's youngest son, and that one is run by someone else." Aunt Lie spoke to Song Yuyan in a much lower voice now.

"Is there any difference?" Song Yuyan didn't find these ways in the original owner's memory, so he could only ask.

"Blacksmith Wang's house is not easy to bargain, but the ironware bought from him can be repaired if it breaks!" Aunt Lie said.

Song Yuyan understood, that is to say, it is a shop with a place of production, a manufacturer, and regular after-sales guarantee, and the name of Blacksmith Wang is engraved on it.One is a wechat business, which belongs to the three no products.

At this time, the benefits of going shopping with Aunt Lie appeared. Aunt Lie took out her scissors first, and said, "Wang Sanlang, call me your father!"

The young man who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old saw her, and felt terrified in his heart. Before Song Yuyan could see how he got up, he saw him standing at the door and shouted: "Father, Aunt Lie is here!"

The sound of banging irons stopped inside, and then a big shirtless man came out while putting on his clothes. He glanced at Aunt Lie, and then set his eyes on the scissors in her hand.

"Did you kill a pig with scissors? Why did it break every two days?"

Song Yuyan couldn't hold back, and chuckled lightly.Aunt Lie turned her head and glared at her, she restrained her smile in embarrassment and guilt.

"Didn't you pat your chest and promise that if you use the scissors to cut iron rods, the broken iron rods will definitely be broken?"

"Ahem!" Blacksmith Wang blushed and yelled, "Okay, stop yelling, I'll fix it for you!"

Song Yuyan suspected that the two were driving, but she had no evidence.

"One more thing. My nephew wants to buy two Jianmen knives. You can pick out the good and cheap ones for him."

Only now did Blacksmith Wang notice Song Yuyan behind Aunt Lie. He glanced at the other's hand, but couldn't see anything.But since she has no sense of existence, her temperament should be far from Aunt Lie... Oh, he forgot, how many people in this area can have a temperament similar to Aunt Lie's?

He also wanted to "bah" Aunt Lie, she was the only one who could put forward the "good and cheap" condition so confidently.

If Aunt Lie wasn't around, he would definitely have to fool the young man. Although he wouldn't pass it off as a good one, he would definitely not take the initiative to mention that he could help repair the produced ironware.

Blacksmith Wang asked Wang Sanlang to take Song Yuyan to pick out the tools she wanted, and when she picked them out, Aunt Lie started bargaining.Seeing that Aunt Lie bought these tools for her at a price that was a little lower than the market price, she began to be confused about what kind of bargain was called a "good bargain" for Aunt Lie.

Before leaving, the corner of her eye suddenly caught sight of a pile of messy tools on the stall, and she refused to move away as if roots had taken root under her feet.

The author has something to say: Yam: one is a formal store and the other is a micro-business.

Weishang: Who did I provoke?