Chapter 61 You Are Irresponsible

Song Yunuan smiled and said, "Grandma, you have to learn how to keep accounts."

Mrs. Song said happily: "I am also a literate person."

Sure enough, Mrs. Song took out the notebook, and Song Yunuan took a look and saw that it was the Tianzi grid notebook used by her elder brother.

Song Yunuan ran to look through the textbook given by Mr. Ji and found a new diary and pen. Mrs. Song touched the new notebook and was reluctant to use it.

Mrs. Song: "It's not safe to keep the money at home. There's so much money. I'll save it with my household registration book tomorrow."

You should deposit it in the bank today and deposit it under Xiao Nuan's name.

Lao Songtou hurriedly explained: "Xiao Nuan refused, she said she wanted to buy a bicycle."

Mrs. Song was stunned for a moment, and then made a decision on the spot: "I must buy it. If I sell shepherd's purse a few more times, I can save a bicycle."

A Peacock brand bicycle cost 120 yuan. Xiao Nuan had 180 yuan in her hand, but she still had to give 60 yuan to Xiao Nuan and spend 20 yuan to buy a bicycle ticket.

Otherwise, it would be very inhumane to spend money on children.

After much deliberation, I am still too poor.

Mrs. Song was thinking about it in her heart, but she didn't say it. She said it wouldn't be too late to do it after she did it.

Then the big guys began to sort the cloths, taking out the ones that could be made into clothes and putting aside the ones that could be made into headdresses.

Mrs. Song and Xia Guilan felt their breathing quicken when they saw so much fabric.

Seriously, I've never seen so many in my life.

It can't be said that it was a dream, everything that happened these days was just like a dream.

Song Yunuan began to think about the hair pattern, cut a few strips from the nylon bag, and felt that it was full of elasticity. Then Song Yunuan went through the rags, found a few with similar colors, and began to give instructions.

Because she can only talk but not do.

Before dinner, the ingenious mother-in-law and daughter-in-law made ten flower heads.

Nowadays, most lesbians like to wear braids, but there are also many people who wear double ponytails or single ponytails.

Song Yunuan first combed her hair into double ponytails and chose two head flowers of the same color, which were made of pink silk. She pressed the flower buds and tied them in her hair, like two blooming peonies.

Good-looking, really good-looking.

At this time, there was no such head flower. Woolen hair was usually used as a headband. Those who liked to tie flowers would tie the headband and then press the folded silk strips on it, tie it, and then unfold it. It was also a flower.

But compared to this, it just feels different.

This head flower looks convenient and high-end.

The main thing is to choose the color well.

They all have bright colors and patchwork plaid fabrics.

It looks equally good tied in a single ponytail.

Mrs. Song asked Song Yunuan: "How many should we make first, or should we make more together?"

"Of course I can do as much as I can. After I take the electronics factory exam, we can go to the department store to sell together."

Old Songtou was finally able to interrupt: "You just said that Mr. Ji asked you to review for the exam so that you can enter No. 1 Middle School, but he didn't let you take the exam at the electronics factory."

Song Yunuan: "I have already signed up. I will give it a try and treat it as a review."

Start your freshman year of high school from scratch and take the exam three years later?

She refused.

It’s enough to go through it once. From a key high school or a key university to a Ph.D., in this life, you will just eat and die.

Since Song Yunuan said this, the guys didn't say anything else. The main reason is that they haven't cultivated it since childhood, and their temper and habits have to be adjusted slowly.

The night is getting darker, and the lights in the Song family are still on.

No one has come to visit these days. The Song family is very quiet, with only the clicking sound of the sewing machine.

There was already a pile in the basket next to her, and Lian Xiang was here too. She couldn't leave this matter behind, and besides, Lian Xiang was very dexterous.

Color matching ingredients and hemming, everything is done well.

Song Yunuan took a fancy to Lianxiang's craftsmanship and vision, so she told her that she wanted a satchel.

Most of the satchels carried by girls nowadays are military green satchels.

It has been popular for decades.

This is what Song Yunuan carries on her back when she goes out.

But there are also some simple black leather bags.

Song Yunuan selected five different colors of yellow, plus blue and red floral cotton fabrics, and asked Lian Xiang to cut the fabric according to the size she said.

Lian Xiang didn't understand it at first, but Song Yunuan put the fabrics together to make a satchel shape. Lian Xiang exclaimed: "Oh my God, can this still be done?"

This is different from the triangular rag-top satchel.

Lian Xiang was excited and her hands and feet were naturally fast. After more than an hour, Lian Xiang made a rainbow satchel that was addictive.

Lian Xiang made a schoolbag for his daughter. It was made of many rags, cut into triangles, and then decorated with flower buds on the edges.

Many people do it.

There are also many people who carry such schoolbags.

But compared to this rainbow bag, it is completely different.

Naturally, what Song Yunuan made was not a flowery school bag, but a patchwork satchel with an ethnic style. The bottom was dark blue and the colors were gradual, just like a beautiful rainbow after the rain.

There was no zipper, so Lian Xiang used cloth to make two beautiful buckles. The straps were about a thumb's width apart. After they were buckled, not only the Song family, but Song Yunuan, who owned many famous brand bags, also thought they looked good.

The second aunt is really clever with her hands, she succeeded in one go.

Song Yunuan went to study with her rainbow satchel, and the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were very busy and busy.

After Song Yunuan left, Lian Xiang picked up a lot of cloth, put it on his face, and sighed: "Mom, sister-in-law, this is the first time in my life that I have seen so many cloths."

Even if it's not my own, I feel so happy.

However, the lighting was not good at night, so the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law did not continue to work, but packed up the cloth. Old Lady Song told Lian Xiang to keep her mouth shut, otherwise, she would be driven out of the Song family.

At this time, Song Yunuan, a good baby who went to bed early and got up early, had already fallen asleep.

As for studying?

That was impossible.

At the same time, in the provincial capital compound, Qin's family.

Qin Siqi went to the movies, and Qin's father and mother talked in a low voice.

They were talking about Qin Siqi.

But before they could say a few words, Qin Siqi, who was supposed to go to the movies, came into the house with red eyes.

The two of them felt depressed.

Qin's mother felt sorry for her daughter who was taken away by mistake. She cried several times when she saw that she was dark and thin when she just came back.

She raised Song Yunuan to be fair and beautiful, but the Song family raised her child like this.

She tried her best to be good to Siqi, and she also tried every way to be good to her.

At the beginning, the child was incompatible with the children in the compound.

She did a lot of work behind the scenes.

Now that she saw that she was much better, she was relieved.

But she went to the movies happily and came back in less than half an hour. How could she have finished the movie?

It would have been fine if she hadn't asked, but she burst into tears when she asked.

The Qin family has two sons and one daughter. The eldest is in the army, the second is in college, and there is only this newly recognized daughter in the family.

Qin Siqi cried and said, "I have never been to the cinema to watch a movie. I didn't know how to find a seat. I thought I could sit anywhere. They didn't tell me clearly that I took someone else's seat. That person scolded me, but they didn't explain to me. They also laughed at me with others. Woo, woo, woo, is this my fault? It's obviously you who are irresponsible. You can even take the wrong child. Otherwise, how can I have never been to the cinema?"