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"Any fish will do! Some can be made into soup, others can be braised. As long as you can bring in the fish, we won’t have to worry about how to prepare it. But what about your fish?"
The leader was not someone to be easily fooled; cooperation required clarity about the source of the fish.
Yu Songyu smiled openly and replied, "There’s a river in our village! I can encourage the villagers to help you catch fish!"
"Thank you so much!"
Hearing this from Yu Songyu, the leader felt reassured.
"No need for thanks; I just hope the price you pay for the fish is fair."
Yu Songyu finally understood the saying: to get rich, one must first build roads. The mountains held many treasures, but without roads, transportation was inconvenient, preventing these gems from leaving the mountains. Moreover, the villagers had lived in the mountains for years; they wouldn’t come down unless absolutely necessary. They were cut off from information and even if they had good things, they didn’t know how to exchange them for money.
Given this situation, she could try to be a bridge. Even if she could help the villagers earn a little extra income, it would be a good thing.
"Don’t worry; the prices will definitely be fair!"
Everyone enjoyed their meal and felt satisfied. However, it was originally agreed that Yu Songyu would pay the bill, but in the end, it was Yang Qinghe who took care of it.
Yu Songyu noticed that Li Xiuzhen had a particular trait: every time she ate something delicious or felt full, her mood would brighten significantly. This time was no exception; on their way back in the ox cart, Li Xiuzhen began to sing loudly again.
Wang Jianjun initially covered his ears in protest because not everyone could appreciate Li Xiuzhen's singing. However, after realizing that his complaints were futile, he gradually became infected by her joyful spirit and began to sing along as well.
As the ox cart passed their agreed-upon meeting point, Uncle Bull Cart deliberately accelerated to avoid Wang Xiuli and her group.
"Hey, wait for us! We’re right here!"
Wang Xiuli and Zhang Cuiying chased after the ox cart for a while but eventually had to give up due to exhaustion.
Now sitting at the back of the cart, Li Xiuzhen and Wang Jianjun were even happier and no longer minded each other's singing voice; laughter and joy filled the air as they traveled along.
Yu Songyu was also in a good mood, swinging her little feet back and forth.
A magnetic and melodious voice rang in her ears.
"I don't want to be your brother!"
"Huh? What?"
Li Xiuzhen and Wang Jianjun were being too noisy, and Yu Songyu couldn't hear clearly.
Yang Qinghe gazed at Yu Songyu with tender eyes, and Zheng Qi repeated, "I said, I don't want to be your brother!"
Yang Qinghe seemed to deliberately slow down his speech, enunciating each word for her to understand clearly.
"If you don't want to be my brother, then I'll be your sister. How about that?"
Yu Songyu's response was unexpected.
Yang Qinghe was taken aback; he hadn't anticipated such a reply from the young girl.
A wave of helplessness washed over him, as if his punch had landed on a cotton pillow.
After days of contemplation, he finally understood. He had fallen for her at first sight; it was a case of infatuation, and there was nothing shameful about it.
He would never forget the first time they met—her delicate features, her lively eyes, and the adorable expression that tugged at his heartstrings.
Moreover, after spending these days together, he found her even more enchanting.
In addition to being smart and brave, there were times when her eyes seemed to reflect both warmth and sorrow.
He felt she was like a book—one that he couldn't decipher or fully understand. Yet none of this diminished his feelings for her; on the contrary, it only solidified his conviction that she was the one he wanted to cherish for a lifetime.
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