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Chapter 7
After Feng Zhanpeng explained, he changed the fruit basket to the other hand, took out a handful of change notes in his pocket, one piece two pieces, and several pieces of five pieces and ten pieces interspersed, and handed it to Song Huanxi: "Take it!"

Song Huanxi immediately shook his head and refused: "Brother, I can't take it!"

Feng Zhanpeng glared at her: "What time is it? You don't know when you are a senior brother?!"

"I just said, a few days ago, you asked me to find out why the surname He who opened the foreign firm was doing it! I thought the kid surnamed He bullied you!"

"It turns out that An Xiuniang fell in love with the old man surnamed He!"

Song Huanxi was silent for a moment, then said softly: "After all, it is the biological mother of Ayun and Wenzai. I still hope she has a good home."

"You!" Feng Zhanpeng knocked on her loudly, and without any explanation, he stuffed a handful of change into her hand: "Okay, take it!"

"This is all the hard-earned money I earned carrying bags at the pier!"

"Clean!"

Song Huanxi blinked, and the money in his palm no longer looked like a hot potato: "Then—thank you, brother!"

Feng Zhanpeng glanced at her sideways. This junior sister is used to pretending to be good. In the past, when he went to eat at the teacher's house, Song Huanxi thought he ate too much, so he secretly changed his rice bowl to a smaller size!
Thanks to his thick skin, he insisted on adding food four times!

As a result, the next day, the rice cooked by this girl was reduced by half!
Song Huanxi is silent, his heart is dark!
But that's okay, the world is so chaotic now, the three siblings are either weak women or children, if they are not smart, it will be difficult for them to live!

Feng Zhanpeng gave another warning, and handed over a hanging pork and a fruit basket to Song Huanxi. Then he put on his top hat, lowered the brim of the hat, probed for a while, and walked out of the alley sideways, and left quickly.

Song Huanxi stood there for a while, until she felt her hands were heavy, and her fingers turned red from the straw ropes that tied the fish and pork, before she stepped out of the alley and walked towards home.

Before the senior brother left, he said one last sentence, "Junior sister, fortunately you are not like a teacher."

Isn't it like father?
Before his father died, he called her to the bedside, drank An Xiuniang away who wanted to eavesdrop, and asserted in the first sentence: "Within three years after my death, An Xiuniang will definitely remarry."

"At that time, if you are struggling in life, you can ask two people for help."

"The first is the principal, Chen Qi'an. He will definitely help you because he misses the past. However, he is too busy to take care of himself, so there is only so much he can do to help you."

"There's one more person—"

"It's your senior brother, Feng Zhanpeng."

Song Huanxi was very surprised at the time: "Aren't you very angry because your brother dropped out of school and joined a gang, and you are not allowed to come again?"

Song Gaoyang smiled, and patted his daughter's head, "Huanhuan, although you are smart, you are still too seldom seen!"

"I don't see him. I just want him to try his best to help you in the future. The more decisive I am, the more he feels indebted to me."

"However, after all, he has embarked on a road of no return. Don't beg him until it is absolutely necessary!"

……

The money in the palm of the hand was inexplicably burning, Song Huanxi let out a long breath, is there a last resort?
For An Xiuniang's remarriage, she found a senior brother. If her father was still alive, she would probably call her a fool!
Senior brother is right, she is indeed not as cruel as her father.

After returning home, Song Huanxi first put the fish and pork in the kitchen, washed the fish, and marinated the pork with salt. Now that the weather is hot, if you don’t marinate, the meat will stink in a few days.

In the fruit basket, yellow-green pineapples occupied most of the country, and the small golden-yellow mangoes looked very pleasing, piled up all around the pineapples.

These two fruits, one from Malay and the other from Bay Island, are not cheap in Hong Kong Island, where shipping is well developed.

Song Huanxi didn't touch the pineapples, but picked two soft ones from the mangoes, washed them, and put them in a small plate.

After finishing all this work, Song Huanxi had time to sit down and count the change that her senior brother gave her.

The crumpled banknotes were flattened one by one, and then arranged in order of size, and the coins were also stacked into two piles according to their face value——

"...92, 93."

"Plus an eight piece."

Song Huanxi did not expect that this handful of odd coins would add up to so many, nearly 100 yuan!
She was still two hundred short, but she lost half in one fell swoop!
Now, as long as she finds a way to scrape together the last 100 yuan, she can sign up for the student training class!

Before his death, his father was exhaustive. The two helpers he named each donated 100 yuan.

Song Huanxi couldn't help but feel a little pity. It would be great if his father left another name for help.

For the remaining one hundred, I can only figure out a way by myself.

Song Huanxi stood up and looked around the empty living room. Finally, her eyes fell on the bookshelf against the wall.

Against the background of the three walls of the house, this wall full of books is extremely precious.

Song Huanxi walked slowly to the bookshelf. Unfortunately, although there were many books in it, most of them were his father's reference books. The random notes bought in recent years were all new editions. If they were sold, they could only be sold as scraps.

Her gaze moved up, and finally landed on the top shelf of the bookshelf——

Song Huanxi moved a chair and stepped on it. The chair immediately creaked under the weight. She carefully stood up straight and took down a book.

On the blue cover of the thread-bound body, there are a few large characters written with a brush: Zhiyanzhai re-evaluated the stone record.

After opening it, the inside page is a vertical and beautiful black lower case, next to the black lower case, there is a smaller red lower case.

Although the paper has turned yellow due to the passage of time, the writing on the inside is still very clear.

This is due to the careful preservation of the father.

I remember when I was a child, every once in a while, when the weather was fine, my father would take her and my second sister, move the books outside one by one, and let them bask in the sun.

At this time, my father will start to talk about ancient times.

Speaking of their Song family, their ancestors were once rich, and their great-great-grandfather was admitted to Jinshi by relying on the Four Books and Five Classics copied by hand, and he was released to the parents of the whole country.

Great-grandfather inherited the good habits of great-great-grandfather, and copied, uh, a bunch of miscellaneous books——

Later, when the great-great-grandfather found out, in order to keep these books, the great-grandfather swore that he would definitely be admitted to Jinshi Guangzong Yaozu——

Song Huanyun ran away as soon as she heard these clichés, but Song Huanxi always listened with gusto.

She was sitting on the steps, looking at the rows of old books spread out in front of her, and fantasizing in her mind that she was a lady of every family, Miss Qianjin, the great-granddaughter of a fourth-rank official.

She imagined how the ladies walked, how they ate, and what they ate when they ate. There should be a lot of meat, right? !

Steamed, braised, stir-fried——

Thinking about it, my saliva is about to flow out, no, I can't want to eat!

So, another direction was changed.

Every lady should have a maid, um, like the second sister, who is frizzy and often breaks tea cups and dishes, and if she breaks one, ten cents will be deducted from her!
Hey, the second sister seems to have no money!

Then hit the palm of your hand, it will make her cry!
　Song Huanxi's daily life: beat my sister while eating and reading!

　　Chapter 1, younger sister Song Huanyun is angry and wants to go to An Xiuniang, the reason why Song Huanxi can reveal the other party's address: she has already asked her brother to find out the root of the He family!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)