Chapter Eighty-one: Setting Up Stalls Second Watch

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  The next day, Zhang Yao's mother wore a wheat-colored windbreaker, with a fashionable big curl on her head and a pair of shiny leather shoes on her feet, exuding a strong womanly aura as she walked into the office under the attention of her classmates.

  Song Jie could tell at a glance that Zhang Yao's mother was a strong and unpleasant person. Teacher Wang had someone call her and Zhang Yao to the office, and the classmates in the back started another round of discussion.

  "Your daughter usually has good grades, but she's too jealous and can't stand it when her classmates are better than her. This attitude is not right. She must have told you about what happened yesterday." Teacher Wang said after some small talk.

  Zhang Yao's mother was usually strict with her children and had never thought that such a thing would happen, so when she came out today, there were still faint dark circles under her eyes.

  "I'm so sorry, teacher. I made this child apologize to her classmate. It's really too embarrassing."

  Teacher Wang saw that Zhang Ya's mother was still reasonable and didn't overthink it: "There's no need to tell me, after all, the class didn't suffer any losses."

  Zhang Yao's mother made Zhang Yao apologize to Song Jie again. It was clear that Zhang Yao had been severely educated by her mother last night, and it was unknown whether she could change her old habit of always targeting herself. Song Jie thought secretly in her heart.

  This matter is now settled, Zhang Yao has finally calmed down, and Song Jie's primary school life has returned to normal. She can once again live her carefree days of daydreaming in class and scoring full marks on exams.

  Time flies, several months have passed, summer vacation is approaching, Zhao Juan and Zhang Jianmin decided to get married. At this time, Zhang Jianmin has already graduated from university, and Zhao Juan's fourth year of college doesn't have many courses left, so the two decide to get married during the summer vacation.

  The final exam finally finished, Song Jie quickly finished answering the questions on the test paper and handed it in and went home.

  Finally leaving the sweltering classroom, Song Jie felt that the sky had turned blue. The clouds were also whiter than before.

  Carrying a backpack back home, the family was busy cleaning up, with Zhao Juan's wedding only a dozen days away. Although neither of them planned to have a big celebration, they still had to tidy up properly, after all it was a happy occasion.

  Song Jie saw that no one was paying attention to her, so she went into the house and took a piece of watermelon that had just been chilled with well water. She started crunching on it, making "crunching" sounds. As for this watermelon, it was naturally much better than the one she had exchanged from her space, and its flavor made people unable to stop eating.

  She's still young and no one at home tells her what to do, now everyone at home is busy, only she has nothing to do. After all, it's her mother's remarriage, so she should give a gift, Song Jie thought to herself.

  After some thought, there are quite a few good things, what to buy? Suddenly she slapped her forehead. Silently thinking "damn it", she had no money!

  She used to have only 50 cents in her pocket and no other money, but she still wanted to buy a gift. What can she use to buy it?

  You ask why not ask the adults? At such a big age, is it decent? The things in the space are even more impossible to give away, those things are all treasures. Your own mother is not a child, one look and she's exposed, the weather was originally scorching hot, even with the electric fan blowing strongly. She still got sweat on her back.

  It's really a pity when you need it but don't have enough. When you're not in a hurry, you don't think about the places where you can save money, but when you're in a rush, you suddenly remember that you're poor.

  It's all over, this summer vacation is ruined again.

  How can I make money? Song Jie had a headache, and there were still more than ten days left, no matter how hard she thought, it was not enough. Unless she took out another treasure to sell, thinking about it was useless, the risk of exposure was too great, and it wasn't worth it. After some deliberation, Song Jie decided to bring out her own craftsmanship to show off.

  To exercise her hand and wrist strength, Song Jie had been secretly practicing carving in the space. When Grandpa carved normally, she also observed, so there were naturally many works. Why not take advantage of the free time to set up a stall and experience life from the previous generation?

  She stepped into the house, slammed the door shut and flashed into space.

  The space had undergone a great transformation, with countless plants and a more concentrated spiritual energy that formed a misty atmosphere. Song Jie sometimes walked through it, giving her the illusion of being in a primeval forest.

  Song Jie didn't know what the upgrade conditions for space were, and could only explore on her own. Even if it was just a 50:1 ratio, she had still gotten a great deal.

  She set an alarm and took out the branches, roots, and strange-shaped stones she had collected over time, preparing to make more and leave some stock.

  Originally, the stone was extremely difficult to carve, and with her current strength, it was temporarily impossible to make any progress. However, one time she concentrated all her energy and infused magic power into the knife tip, the stone was carved away like tofu, which also gave her a big fright.

  From then on, she found another good way to practice her magic power. The frequent carving made her magic power more accurate and precise, and the level of carving was also improving day by day.

  She calmed down and threw herself into carving, outlining the shape in her mind based on the shape of the objects in her hand. An ordinary stone suddenly took on the appearance of a small bridge flowing with water, and as the knife changed, it became even more vivid.

  Song Jie became so absorbed that she lost track of time, and it wasn't until the alarm clock rang that she realized a whole day had passed. She stood up, brushed off the stone dust from her body, patted her clothes clean, and flashed out of the space.

  The people at home were still busy, and the smoke was rising outside. Zhao's mother had already started cooking, so Song Jie hurried out to show her presence, lest the family members couldn't see her and worried.

  The next morning, Song Jie emptied out the contents of her backpack and picked up a few light wooden carvings to put inside. She told her family she was going out to do homework and then left the house.

  Song Jie arrived at the antique market where she had been with Zhao Tong before, and there were not too many people in the antique market, and the vendors were sparse.

  Recently, with the national economy recovering, the antique market has also welcomed a new spring. People who love antiques have gradually flocked to this area, and the crowd has grown larger.

  Song Jie didn't say much, looked around and saw a large empty space. She found a place next to someone and put down the small stool she had taken out of her storage space earlier. Seeing that the person next to her didn't remind her that this spot was occupied, she sat down with ease.

  She took out a neatly folded tablecloth from her backpack, unfolded it and spread it on the ground. Song Jie placed a large black plastic bag she had temporarily bought, which was bulging with many things, at one corner of the tablecloth.

  Song Jie casually pulled out a few wooden boxes from her backpack, opened the lid and placed them on the stall. These wooden boxes were only thought of by her last night, how could she sell things without packaging? She got up from bed again, carved some simple and elegant wooden boxes with wood, and then went back to sleep with peace of mind.

  The old man selling antiques next door had been watching her since Song Jie arrived, and he didn't expect such a young child to be doing business. He must have thought it was due to family difficulties. The old man's eyes immediately changed, filled with sympathy, as if looking at his own child.

  Song Jie didn't notice until she finished that the uncle next to her was looking at her with a pitiful expression, thinking that this poor child is still so strong.

  "Little girl, what are you selling?" The uncle's voice was several degrees softer than he expected. He took it and looked at it familiarly, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Wood carving? The craftsmanship is really good, did your family elder carve it?"

  Song Jie knew that the uncle in front of her was not a bad person, so she replied: "It was carved by my grandfather." She had to use her grandfather's name for now.

  The uncle stopped talking and a picture appeared in his mind, a poor little girl who had lost her parents and was dependent on her grandfather. He looked at the child in front of him with a softer gaze, thinking that he would take care of this child more when selling things.

  Song Jie didn't know that the big uncle in front of her had arranged another miserable life for her, or else she would have gotten a black line again.

  Song Jie started paying attention to the passersby after setting up her stall. The uncle next to her was a chatterbox, and they started chatting when they had nothing better to do. The uncle didn't understand Song Jie's situation, so he spilled his own story first.

  The sun in the sky gradually rose higher, and more and more people came to stroll through the antique street. The crowd began to get noisy, and occasionally someone would stop in front of a stall.

  The two of them consciously stopped chatting and started focusing on selling things.

  People came and went, and finally an old man with white hair stopped in front of Song Jie's stall. Song Jie was startled, and quickly perked up to greet him: "Old sir, would you like to take a look at the wood carvings? There are not just these on display, there are many more in the bag, including stone carvings."

  The old man smiled slightly at the little girl in front of him, neither saying buy nor not buying. He picked them up one by one and examined them carefully, nodding his head as he looked. Song Jie didn't disturb him either, knowing that many enthusiasts were obsessed with these things, and she wasn't making money for the sake of making money, just looking at them was enjoyable enough.

  After seeing the old man had looked enough, she took out several boxes from her bag and put them in front of the stall.

  The old man didn't look anymore, put down what he was holding and asked: "Little girl, did your family carve these wooden sculptures?"

  "It was carved by my grandfather." A lie told a thousand times becomes the truth.

  "The craftsmanship is quite good, the lines are smooth and round, and it has a lot of charm, it's a rare treasure." The old man praised.

  When she heard someone praising herself, Song Jie's face flushed slightly, although the person in front of her didn't know it was her own work, but she knew, and it was really embarrassing.

  The old man picked up a wooden carving of a shepherd boy riding an ox and asked: "How much is this wooden carving?"

  Song Jie glanced at the old man's clothes with her spare vision, and they were washed white, she understood in her heart that the old man's situation was not good, but he must have really liked his wooden carvings.

  Song Jie felt a slight joy in her heart, her own things had been affirmed, it was more delightful than praising herself as beautiful. She made up her mind in an instant.