Chapter 175

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Protagonist:

Chai Mi

"Don't mind! She's already born, just make do and raise her." Song Qiushui said carelessly.

"Right, I saw earlier that your Old Aunt seemed to have returned." Song Qiushui suddenly remembered something, then said: "Your Old Aunt isn't an easy one to deal with, you be careful. Xiao Doubao is a teacher, she still has some concern for face. That Cousin Sister of mine... she has no brains, easy to fool. But this Old Aunt of yours, Chai Chunfang, her popularity has gone to the dogs — all the way to her maternal grandmother's home. She's a match for your Grandmother Wang Huirong, that Lao Diao Pozi... And your Old Uncle Wang Xianhe, I've heard about him, that Qian zei isn't a decent person."

Chai Mi blinked after hearing this, not caring at all: "Relax, everything is under control. Their usual tricks won't work on me."

"If anything happens, call me, I'll have my dad go, my dad can even bring the Village Chief. Anyway you won't suffer a big loss." Song Qiushui promised: "Worst case, we get physical with them. I just don't believe we can't beat them."

Chai Mi chuckled: "You're something alright, with that physique of yours, you'd fall over even without wind. Three hundred sixty-five days a year, you spend half the year with a cold. Who are you going to fight?"

"Hmph! Looking down on whom? You just wait and see, if you get bullied, you'll see whether I fight them or not!" Song Qiushui raised her little pink fist to gesture.

"Okay okay okay." Chai Mi pushed Song Qiushui: "Hurry up and go buy things."

"Hmph..."

Afterwards Chai Mi and Song Qiushui arrived at the small shop, the road was very close, just a few steps.

Chai Mi had just raised her head, saw Da Lao Song, Da Lao Song turned and walked away, afraid of being seen by Chai Mi and Song Qiushui.

"Second Uncle!!!" Song Qiushui shouted through gritted teeth: "What's the meaning of this, you see me and run?"

Song Qingshu only then turned back as if nothing happened, with an 'I just didn't see you' state saying: "Ah... no, why would I run... I'm this old, walking is hard enough, how could I run?"

Though he said this, Song Qingshu's feet didn't stop at all.

Song Qiushui quickened her pace a few steps, blocking Song Qingshu.

"Aiyo! My dear Second Uncle, you're still running? I already called out to you, you still dare run? You believe it or not I'll go home and file a false accusation to my mom, saying my Second Uncle had lustful intentions toward me!!!"

Song Qingshu's face turned green: "You child, talking nonsense all day! You speak recklessly, my wife could easily hack me to death with a kitchen knife! This kind of joke, you can't say carelessly."

"Hmph~"

"Alright alright alright. You say it, what do you want to do this time?" Song Qingshu had submitted.

This Niece of his, Song Qiushui, he truly couldn't afford to provoke!

The Old Man above spoiled her, the older brother and Sister-in-law in the middle spoiled her, if he Song Qingshu dared say a single 'no', the Old Man would be the first to drink medicine, poisoning herself to death at home...

One by one, all damn determined to die for their resolve!

With this posture, who wouldn't be afraid?

Song Qingshu was afraid too...

Afraid until his scalp went numb!!!

"I'm such a pure little girl, just wanting to look after Second Uncle's business." Song Qiushui said with feigned coyness: "Second Uncle doing business is not easy, as a niece I have no good way to show it, can only silently help Second Uncle a hand, let Second Uncle earn more money."

Song Qingshu's old face stiffened: Hehe! Really want to say kneel and beg you to stop looking after my business! Song Qiushui... you never pay when you buy things!!!

"It's already this late, Qiu Shui, look the sun has set, my small shop closed long ago." Song Qingshu lied with eyes open: "Besides, it's pitch dark now, picking things isn't convenient, wait until tomorrow morning, Second Uncle will send you something delicious."

"That won't do." Song Qiushui directly rejected: "What you send I don't want. I'm a person who most values fairness and justice. And I'm a girl with an exploding sense of justice, I won't take Second Uncle's things for free, I have face and skin, I only buy things, never take things for free."

Song Qingshu slapped his thigh, falling into suspicion of life: Song Qiushui don't bully people too much! That bit of justice of yours, it's all left on the credit tab... the small shop's almost been driven yellow by your credit.

"Niece look at what you're saying, sounds like Second Uncle doesn't sell goods to you, indeed it's dark and closed."

"Then just open it!" Song Qiushui with a face of feigned anger: "Your own family's small shop, you still learn from state shops closing for off-duty! Second Uncle, not to lecture you, you're too degenerate! Are you worthy of my Grandmother? Worthy of my Second Aunt? It's only just past seven o'clock, you close and stop business? Even a production team's donkey wouldn't dare rest like this. Supporting the family ought to work hard, look at you, nearly sixty years old, not a bit of ambition."

Song Qingshu wanted to cry but had no tears: This damn ambition, whoever the hell wants it can have it! I the hell don't want ambition anymore!

"Uh this... the key is with your Second Aunt."

Song Qingshu threw the difficulty to his own wife.

Song Qiushui he couldn't afford to provoke, not selling her goods she'd even put a hat on you! Continue further, Song Qingshu even felt Song Qiushui would dare put a hat of affecting social harmony on him.

But, Song Qingshu knew very clearly, Song Qiushui simply couldn't possibly pay! The small shop she'd run up a credit of ten thousand yuan in famine, Song Qiushui had no intention of repaying at all!

It can be said like this, this small shop opened for ten-odd years total, Song Qiushui ran credit for ten-odd years.

From initially three yuan five yuan a year on credit, to later ten yuan eight yuan a year, to now three thousand two thousand a year on credit.

Song Qiushui was running credit more and more severely...

Ask and it's 'will pay later when have money'...

Song Qingshu also asked Big Brother Song Qingshan, Song Qingshan said: My daughter damn well ran up credit by her own ability, pulled famine by her own ability, why should she repay?!

Song Qingshu felt Big Brother said it damn "reasonably"! Simply no way to refute!

Song Qingshu asked Sister-in-law Meng Clan, Meng Clan said: My daughter running a little credit with you, that's thinking highly of you, why doesn't she run credit with others?

Song Qingshu felt Big Sister-in-law was also right...

But facing such increasingly severe credit running, Song Qingshu truly didn't want to extend credit.

"My Second Aunt?" Song Qiushui clicked her tongue: "Da Lao Song, don't say I gave you a chance and you're useless. This business, I'll let my Second Aunt earn it."

Song Qiushui bypassed Song Qingshu, entered the courtyard, saw Song Qingshu's wife Wang Shi right there putting up that old screen window.

After all, the new one was forcibly taken by Song Qiushui's mother.

Not putting up the old screen window, tonight wouldn't they be bitten to death by mosquitoes!

"Second Aunt... aiyo, you say you're this old, still doing work yourself, what if you bump or knock into something, how to handle it?" Song Qiushui wore a face full of concern, afraid Second Aunt might accidentally fall and croak...

"With this kind of work, you call me! I'm a person, Second Aunt you understand. In my bones I'm willing to help others for joy, act bravely for justice. Second Aunt's work, is my work... let me do it."

Wang Shi was a bit plump, her hands working heard Song Qiushui came, trembled and dropped the pliers to the ground...

She helplessly turned back, trembling looking at Song Qiushui: Ancestor! One screen window not enough? This guy wouldn't be here to demolish the house, right...

Wang Shi hadn't prepared her lines yet, Song Qiushui and Chai Mi walked over.

Wang Shi scared until her face turned purple-black: Done for! This guy really came to demolish the house!

"Qiu Shui... this... Second Aunt is still young, I can do this bit of work myself, no need for you to do it. You'd better go home and eat."

Song Qiushui didn't care whether Wang Shi agreed or not, she just went up and helped with the work.

Chai Mi saw this and also helped out.

The old screen window was soon put up.

Song Qiushui clapped her hands: "Work done."

Then she turned and asked: "Second Aunt, do you have any more work?"

Wang Shi really didn't dare to order Song Qiushui to do work; she couldn't afford this wage, so she quickly said: "No work, not a bit of work left. I'm so idle right now... Qiu Shui, really... Second Aunt really has no work left, you'd better go home quickly."

"That's what you yourself said, no work left." Song Qiushui reached out: "Give me the key to the small shop, I'll buy some things."

Wang Shi was stunned: "..."

So this bandit wasn't here to rob the screen window, but to rob the small shop!

Wang Shi was at a loss, looking toward the courtyard; Song Qingshu in the courtyard was making faces, gesturing that she absolutely must not give Song Qiushui the key.

Wang Shi forced a smile: "The key is lost."

"Lost!" Song Qiushui looked unconcerned, pulling Chai Mi as she said: "Then help Second Aunt smash the door open... saving the money of hiring someone to open the lock."

Song Qiushui said this and walked outside...

Wang Shi was terrified: this ancestor really could smash the door!

Afterwards Wang Shi reluctantly took out the key: "Oh... niece, look at my memory, I put it in my pocket... forgot it in just a moment of dozing. Old, old, not useful anymore."

Since she had the key, she could only go open the door for business.

Wang Shi helplessly went to reopen the small shop, and Song Qingshu outside the courtyard was also complaining bitterly.

Song Qiushui completely pretended not to hear.

Entering the small shop, she began picking and choosing: "Peanuts, I'll take some, chicken feet, take some... beer and drinks, take some... ham sausages, take some... bring me that box of potato chips... and that box of instant noodles..."

"Qiu Shui... these instant noodles and potato chips aren't good things, I heard this stuff causes cancer..."

"It's fine, I'm not afraid of dying." Song Qiushui said.

After choosing a whole half shelf of things, Song Qiushui was finally satisfied.

"Second Aunt, tally up the bill."

Wang Shi originally didn't want to tally the bill, but Song Qiushui wouldn't have it; finally she tallied it up, altogether over three hundred yuan worth of things...

"By the way, do you have flashlights?" Song Qiushui asked.

"We really don't have any!" Wang Shi said helplessly: "We're a small shop, where would we sell flashlights."

"Well, then lend me the flashlight from your home, I'll use it when I go out."

"Alright."

"Put it on my tab."

"Ah... still keeping a tab?" Wang Shi said reluctantly: "No need to keep a tab, anyway you have no money to pay back."

"What do you mean?" Song Qiushui immediately was unwilling: "What do you mean by that? Second Aunt, you look down on people too much... making it sound like I'm the kind of person who cheats for food and drink..."

Wang Shi stared wide-eyed at Song Qiushui: Isn't that so?

Chai Mi also smiled until she couldn't close her mouth: Seems like it really is.

But Song Qiushui had a firm attitude: "Record it, record it, who knows if I might get rich someday?"

Wang Shi had no choice but to take out the account book and record it: "This time is three hundred and sixty-eight yuan, plus before, altogether ten thousand eight hundred and twenty-four yuan..."

Song Qiushui hehehe laughed: "Give me two knives of paper."

"What do you want this stuff for?" Wang Shi didn't understand.

The paper Song Qiushui spoke of was actually joss paper; here joss paper is sold by the knife, that is, by the stack, because saying a stack of joss paper doesn't sound good, so everyone says one knife, two knives.

This joss paper is mostly black paper, also some yellow paper.

The joss paper at Song Qingshu's home was made by themselves, that is, buying that kind of gray paper, then stamping some marks on it, and it became joss paper.

And generally it's things like "Bank of Heaven and Earth," "Jade Emperor's Imperial Decree," and so on.

Song Qiushui took money from her pocket, counted out five yuan, and handed it to Wang Shi: "Take five yuan's worth."

Wang Shi helplessly took it out.

But she didn't want to take the money: "She said, anyway a tab of over ten thousand yuan has already been recorded, not missing these five yuan, I'll just record it all together for you."

Anyway Song Qiushui doesn't pay back; she even let a ten-thousand-yuan household buy on credit, not missing these five yuan.

"This money, Second Aunt, you must take it." Song Qiushui without further ado stuffed the five yuan into Wang Shi's hand: "How can you buy something and not pay?"

Wang Shi: hehe! Buying other things you just don't pay...

Afterwards Song Qiushui and Chai Mi carried big and small packages, took Wang Shi's flashlight from home, and went home.

Wang Shi sighed, then found a piece of red cloth, wrapped up the five yuan, placed it before the Guanyin Bodhisattva statue at home, and began to pray: May the Guanyin Bodhisattva who saves from suffering and hardship bless this five yuan to take root and sprout, so that someday Song Qiushui can pay back the over ten thousand yuan she owes me... I don't ask for much, just pay me back two hundred... if she keeps buying on credit, the small shop will have to close for good...

On the other side, Song Qiushui and Chai Mi returned to Song Qiushui's home; Song Qingshan had long been holding a finished fishing net waiting for Song Qiushui.

"Daughter, do you think the one I made is up to standard?"

Song Qiushui glanced at it; this fishing net was made with a No. 10 steel bar forming a circle, and then a six-fen steel pipe was used to fix it as a handle.

This fishing net for catching fish should be enough.

"Fine, no problem. Then Chai Mi and I will go out and play."

"Wait a moment." Song Qiushui's mother, the Meng clan, hurriedly came out, took a thick piece of clothing: "In case it's cold at night, wear this..."

"Wear what wear... it's hot weather, still wear this thing? It's not bad enough that I'm not shirtless..." Song Qiushui really didn't want to wear thick clothes; it's not especially cold even on the night of the dog days, okay.

Song Qingshan had an awkward expression: "Er..."

A girl being shirtless is a bit not quite proper... but if it's one's own daughter... then it's gender equality, freedom of dress!

But the Meng clan looked at Song Qiushui with a face full of indulgence: "If you can't catch fish, then don't catch. Don't show off... don't learn from your father..."

"What's wrong with me..."

"What's wrong with you? You still have the nerve to talk back? Let me tell you, isn't it just because you're a nobody, poor and old, that our daughter has no meat to eat, so she went to catch fish? You still have the face to speak, just because you're incapable, our daughter has to suffer hardship, and you still think you're in the right. You useless waste, how was I blind back then, to have taken a fancy to such an unstriving man..."