"You don't want to buy furniture again, do you?" Seeing her high interest, Ling Zhi held her arm tightly and reminded anxiously, "The house hasn't been decided yet, where will the furniture be sent? This is not...

"

His eyes fell on her bulging canvas bag, and he felt heartbroken again. Even when his family's conditions were the best, he had never spent money so lavishly.

"Don't worry, I'll just take a look..." Song Hongguo had already thought of the waste recycling station. With the space available, how could he not go there to dig out treasures? "Eh? Sewing machine?"

"Hahaha, I just want to ask you whether you regret it or feel heartbroken?"

The system's gloating mockery suddenly appeared in her mind. Song Hongguo immediately reacted. What a perfect grand prize. The rarest three-turn sound these days. How could she have forgotten the sewing machine at that time?

However, how could she let the system laugh at her? She said stubbornly, "I'm happy to!"

"Hmph, where are the ghosts?"

"Yeah, I'm trying to trick you, you deceitful ghost, into what I've been boasting about before, what kind of shopping mall, what kind of all-encompassing stuff, but what's the result?" Song Hongguo changed the subject wittily and stepped on its weak point, "What's your place?

If I had everything, would I need to be like this?"

"..." There is no host who is more capable than her of beating him down.

"We don't need this now!" Seeing that she stood in front of the sewing machine for a long time, Ling Zhi hurriedly shook her arm, "We can wait until we have a house."

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you..." Song Hongguo took the opportunity to turn around and lead the two of them away. She wanted to see it, but the more she looked at it, the more regretful she became. If she had known better, what ten-meter cloth would she choose?

When passing by the second floor, the underwear salesperson stopped her enthusiastically. Song Hongguo walked over in confusion, "What's the matter? Is there something wrong with the clothes?"

"No, no..." The salesperson looked a little embarrassed on her delicate and slightly dark face, and took the initiative to introduce herself, "Well, my name is Cui Xiulan, and my family is from this aluminum factory."

Huh? Do you want to make friends with her? Song Hongguo said calmly and generously, "Hello, my name is Song Hongguo. I have just been assigned to the employee hospital of our aluminum factory."

Hearing this, Cui Xiulan's eyes lit up, "Do you work in a hospital? A doctor or a nurse?"

"Doctor, Obstetrics and Gynecology."

"Ah? Oh..."

The single and unmarried girl was a little embarrassed when it came to obstetrics and gynecology. A sister in her thirties next to her didn't have this problem. She came over and asked, "Are you a college student?"

Song Hongguo nodded.

The other party muttered "No wonder", then raised a smile and asked enthusiastically, "How old are you? Are you married? This is the child of your relative, he is really handsome..."

According to Song Hongguo's age, it was naturally impossible for her to have a child as old as Ling Zhi. As for Ling Yuan, the other party didn't think much about it, mainly because Song Hongguo's figure didn't look like she had given birth.

"aunt!"

Just as Song Hongguo was about to speak, she heard Ling Zhi call her out suddenly, which instantly determined the nature of the relationship between the two. She glanced at him and didn't refute, but she didn't answer the other person's question either. She just said lightly,

"I just came from out of town. I focus on work and don't worry about anything else."

"Yes, yes, work is the main thing. Marriage is a big deal. You need to look at it more..."

"Sister Li!" Cui Xiulan reminded awkwardly next to her, winking and gesturing, "Let's call Comrade Song over. Isn't that what we are doing? The cloth is being dealt with..."

"Hehehe, yes, yes, see how I forgot?" Sister Li waved to Song Hongguo mysteriously, and when she came closer, she asked in a low voice, "There are factory-processed cloths with some flaws, so they don't look good.

, but don’t delay using them. If you don’t like using them to make clothes, you can wear them with the soles of your shoes. No need for cloth tickets, it’s only a dime a foot.”

"There are also rags cut from the factory for making clothes, which are used for patching. They cost five cents a pound." Cui Xiulan added next to her, and then said vaguely, "We just want to get to know you, nothing else.

."

Song Hong smiled knowingly, "I understand."

Let's talk about it. I must have spent a lot of money before meeting her. I guessed that she was not simple and might be able to use it in the future, so I took the initiative to show my kindness. If I went to the hospital to buy medicine from her in the future, would she not reciprocate the favor?

Stethoscope steering wheel, human resources cadre salesperson, these are the most popular and enviable jobs at the moment, and everyone is willing to make friends with such people, it is very convenient.

At this moment, wouldn't Song Hongguo be in the spotlight?

She didn't put it down in a pretentious way. She had many friends and many paths, and she didn't feel embarrassed to respond to such ulterior motives. She was afraid when there was no such favor.

She bought six feet of cloth. After all, defective cloth is also very popular, and it is often digested internally. It is very generous to be willing to give six feet as a favor. Song Hongguo still has this sense of proportion, so she bought the ragtou

It weighed five kilograms and could be tied with cloth to make a bundle.

Not only did Ling Zhi not stop her this time, he also took the initiative to help her take the baggage.

Song Hongguo took out two handfuls of candies from her bag and gave them to Sister Li and Cui Xiulan respectively. However, she surprised them both so much that she exclaimed in her heart that she had seen the right person. Well, isn't the reward coming?

This is candy. A piece of toffee weighs a pound. Even if they work in a department store, they can buy it even if they want to buy it. How much does it cost? Cui Xiulan is thin-skinned and feels that she is taking advantage of it.

It was too big, so he secretly took out a few pairs of processed socks and sold them to Song Hongguo.

…

After leaving the department store, Ling Zhi held the baggage in his arms, not feeling heavy at all. Seeing that there was a smile on his face, Song Hongguo couldn't help but joke, "Do you like it that much?"

Ling Zhi said, "These things are worth buying!"

The implication is that the autumn clothes and trousers she bought were not worth the money.

Song Hongguo twitched her lips and asked Ling Yuan, "Who do you think is right between me and my brother?"

Ling Yuan said with a smile, "Emotionally speaking, you are all right, because even if you are wrong, your emotions will blind me."

Song Hongguo laughed and asked curiously, "What if we say it more rationally?"

"Rationally speaking, I think whether something is worth it all depends on whether the person who buys it likes it. If he likes it, he will treat a penny thing as a treasure. If he doesn't like it, hehe, just look at my brother and you will know."

Ling Zhi glared at him angrily, "You don't know how expensive firewood and rice are, so does it matter whether things are worth it? What matters is how much you spent and how much you have left."

If you don’t have any money left, how can you live your life? If you can’t live your life, what’s the point of buying things that are valuable?

Ling Yuan said calmly, "Brother, I think you are too nervous. You should trust your mother. If your mother dares to spend so much money, then she will have the confidence to spend it. Spending money within the tolerance range is not a problem."

Should you just follow your own whim? Do you want your mother to live such a miserable life?"

Ling Zhi suddenly stopped talking.

Song Hongguo listened with a smile, kissed his beautiful face hard, and said curiously, "As expected of his son!"

These three views are too to her liking.

"Hehe..." Ling Yuan shyly hugged her neck tightly and whispered sweetly into her ear, "Brother is also worried about your money for you. In fact, he is not stingy at all."

"Well, I understand. Are you hungry? Let's go to a state-owned restaurant for lunch?" There was a state-owned restaurant not far away, and Song Hongguo could smell the aroma wafting out of it.

Ling Yuan said quickly, "I listen to my mother."
Chapter completed!