Rebirth 1993: I am not a white lotus

Chapter 177 Gaojiazhuang (19)

At noon, the swallows flew to the dining table with peach blossoms all over their faces.

"Xiaoxiao, I heard that you are leaving tomorrow. Have you bought your ticket yet?" Yanzi came over and gave her a big hug. Han Xiaoxiao was chewing the rough sauerkraut soup made by her auntie when she squeezed her so hard that she almost spit out.

Pushing away the big face that was close at hand, Xiaoxiao nodded and said, "Someone is coming to pick me up, don't worry about Sister Yanzi."

When Yanzi was happy, she showed the Song family's excellent tutor to the fullest. After greeting Han Xiaoxiao warmly, she flew to Gu Mo's side, cuddled close to him, and talked in a low voice.

Han Xiaoxiao looked at her nose with her eyes and her heart with her nose. She ignored the interaction between the two people on the opposite side, and tried her best to chew the sour and crisp sauerkraut.

Every time, Gu Mo can keep the distance away from Yanzi without any trace, talking and laughing, and glanced at the expressionless Han Xiaoxiao from time to time. He was so angry by her unfeeling, he simply let his temper go, and said a few words to the woman from the Song family A harmless joke to cover up the disappointment in my heart.

In order to hide from the quiet, Xiaoxiao went out alone in the afternoon and wandered around Gaojiazhuang.

Compared with Haishi, the rural areas around the provincial capital have huge room for development. This village is close to the national highway. I heard that a highway will be built in the next two years. Han Xiaoxiao wants to see if there are any business opportunities here.

Buying a house is her favorite and easiest way to raise money, but everyone here knows that the highway will be built, and they all wait for the documents to be moved, so it is a bit difficult to go this way.

She likes long-term investment. Even if she has a real estate of [-] square meters, she can only get a pitiful price difference based on the current compensation for relocation, which is boring.

It is better to say that it is a small commodity distribution center than a village.The Song family is located in the back, the most remote and deserted area of ​​Gaojiazhuang, and the people who are close to the national highway have long converted their houses into various hotels and restaurants, and their annual family income is much better than that of farming.

After shopping around for a long time, Han Xiaoxiao, who was tired from walking, found that there was an unremarkable bookstore in this place.

Its presence adds a touch of color to the tacky copper-smelling surroundings.

There is also a sign hanging at the door of the bookstore - Zhuoli Bookstore.

There are beauties in the north, who are independent in troubled times.

Such a suitable situation shows that the owner of the bookstore must be a cultural person full of poetry and books.It turned out that the person who came out to receive her was an elderly, wrinkled, and dirty old lady.

The low bungalow was dimly lit. In the center of the room, a wooden stake the size of a bowl was used to support the roof. There were three rows of bookshelves against the wall, and the books on them were covered with dust.

"Who is it?" The old lady's eyes were not good, and she couldn't find anyone after searching for a long time. She thought she was hallucinating, cursed, and slowly moved back to the chair at the door.

Han Xiaoxiao stuck out her tongue and greeted in a low voice, "Ma'am, I'll come in and read a book."

"Oh!" Hearing Xiaoxiao's voice, the old lady laughed with her toothless mouth open, "I thought the wind had blown the door open, girl, you can watch it if you want, one yuan a piece, you can choose whatever you want."

Isn't this the price of cabbage?Han Xiaoxiao squatted in front of the bookshelf and looked through for a long time, only to find that these books were basically about agriculture and machinery, but there were a few stories about them, which were still model plays from the 70s, and they were already rotten on the street.

It's so cheap, Han Xiaoxiao patted the dust on her hands to leave, the old lady called her back, "Girl, there are some nice ones on the bookshelf at the back, they were all left by my old man, he almost took them into the coffin back then."

(End of this chapter)