Quickly wear the sinister villain, let go of my tail

"Aren't you going to sell it?" You can just take it out and sell it. It would be such a waste to let it rot in the fields.

Song Guo's chubby little face was full of confusion, and her curly eyelashes fluttered. Song Guo grabbed the hem of A Yuan's clothes, she really couldn't understand.

The fruits on the basket clearly look big, sweet, fragrant and juicy, so why can’t they be sold?

Xie Lingyuan knew it clearly in his mind, it seemed that his guess was almost right.

The fat boy Yu Hao nodded and agreed: "Yes, the carrying pole can be sold for money."

Shen Qingqian: "The pickles are sweet and delicious!"

Zhang Ningxin: "I like to eat tiaozi too, it's delicious."

Listening to the children's childish talk, the old lady's wrinkled face, which looked like a dried orange, became more worried and melancholy. How could she not know that the carrying pole could be sold for money? !

But every family has its own problems, and every family has their own difficulties.

Their Qingshui Village has rugged and narrow roads, and is notorious for its poverty. Few vendors will come to their village to buy the carrying poles. Even if they want to transport the carrying poles outside to sell, they are unable to do so. The village is poor, and the younger ones choose to work outside in order to save money to marry a wife or earn money to raise children.

Those who stayed in the village, old and young, had no choice but to watch the poles rot in the fields. What if they were heartbroken? ! If they couldn’t sell it, they couldn’t sell it.

Song Guo and others fell silent, their sad expressions were self-evident, "Is there really no way?" Song Guo asked unwillingly.

The old lady shook her head and sighed, "There's nothing I can do." Then she put a smile on her face again: "Okay, don't be sad, grandma will give you candy, everyone will have one."

The old lady gave each of the five children a handful of candy.

Walking out of the store, Song Guo looked down at the colorful candies without saying a word. He was only a three-year-old baby and could not help at all.

Even Yu Hao, who is usually active, lost his spirit and became depressed.

Shen Qingqian and Zhang Ningxin were also dejected and extremely depressed.

The more Song Guo thought about it, the more useless she felt. Her eyes felt sore and tears as big as beans rolled down her face. Xie Lingyuan felt as if his heart was splashed by the magma of an erupting volcano and had a burning sensation.

"Guoguo, don't cry!" Xie Lingyuan uttered in a hoarse voice. Song Guo's crying affected the others, and suddenly there were several more children wiping their tears on the path.

"Grandma and her family are having a hard time. They can't sell the peaches, so they're rotting in the fields." Zhang Ningxin held the candy in her hand and said sadly, "If only we could help them."

"But we can't do anything!" Shen Qingqian said frustratedly.

The chubby Yu Hao pursed his lips, tears streaming down his face, "There's nothing we can do."

Song Guo cried even more sadly after hearing this. Xie Lingyuan gave the fat boy Yu Hao a glare. Didn't he see that Guo Guo was already crying? These people were still poking at Guo Guo's sad spot.

"Who said there's no way? Guoguo, don't cry. We can help grandma and the others sell the peaches."

"Really? A Yuan Guo Guo?" Song Guo sobbed, her shoulders shaking, her thin eyelids were swollen from crying, her thick eyelashes were wet with tears, and some of them stuck together.

"I won't lie to anyone but Guoguo."

Zhang Ningxin and others also stopped crying. In their hearts, Xie Lingyuan was the most powerful one, even more powerful than their mother. If he said there was a way, then there must be a way.

Four pairs of red eyes stared at Xie Lingyuan, the expectations in their eyes were like tiny diamonds, emitting dazzling light in the sun.

Xie Lingyuan, who was carrying hope, had no choice but to move up his plan. He had originally planned to discuss it with his mother in the evening. He looked at the series of little tails behind him and pursed his lips.

He should discuss it directly with his mother and other aunts now!

"What? You want to help the people in Qingshui Village sell peaches?" Qiu Zhijia couldn't help but look at his son, who still had a blank expression, and suspected that he was hallucinating.

My son is only five years old, how could he have such thoughts?

This is no small matter.

Although Ma Siyan and Deng Rongshu didn't know how to do business, they understood that Ling Yuan wanted to help the villagers sell peaches.

Ling Yuan was firm in his idea. Song Guo also stood next to A Yuan, and several children also crowded over.

“I want to help them.”

"It's such a shame that the peaches can't be sold. They are obviously delicious."

"Mom, help me!"

"Mom, I want to help grandma and the others, too."

For a moment, Sang Danping and others were silent. It was not easy to help the people of Qingshui Village sell peaches. If they could help, Qingshui Village would have been rich long ago.

They are just ordinary stars or artists, what can they do? How can they help?

They don't know where to start!

But when she looked at her children's pleading eyes, she couldn't bear to refuse, as the children were also innocent.

"Hey, Ling Yuan, come with me." Qiu Zhijia called her son aside with a headache.

She lowered her head and said seriously: "Ling Yuan, Mom knows you are smart, but this is not a joke. Even if Mom wants to help, there is nothing I can do. Mom is just an ordinary person."

"You don't need mom to give you advice, as long as she agrees. I will explain it to the director myself."

Qiu Zhijia was so anxious that she turned around in circles. Xie Lingyuan looked at her stubbornly, as if there was no room for negotiation.

Qiu Zhijia compromised. Children are the debt of their parents. Now she has a son with strong ideas. What else can she do except give in and clean up the mess?

Qiu Zhijia called a staff member and asked him to take his son to see the director.

Song Guo looked at A Yuan worriedly, "A Yuan——"

Xie Lingyuan nodded at him, indicating that he didn't need to worry too much, "I'll be back soon."

Xie Lingyuan and the staff met the director, and a tug-of-war officially began.

Song Guo was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan - she was running around in circles, staring at the closed door of the room where A Yuan had been for a long time.

Why haven't you come out yet?

Shen Qingqian and several other children sat in a row in front of the door, feeling nervous, wondering whether the cool little boy Ling Yuan could succeed.

Several family leaders tried to persuade them again and again to go back and rest, but they refused to listen and waited stubbornly.

The adults, who were at their wits' end, had no choice but to risk their lives to accompany the gentleman, sitting at the door and waiting.

As the sun set, the tightly closed door finally opened after much anticipation.

Song Guo was the first to rush over and hugged Ling Yuan who was walking leisurely, "Ah Yuan Guo Guo!"

"It's a success, Guoguo. Starting tomorrow we can help grandma and the others sell peaches."

The little fat boy and his friends were so happy that they danced with joy, "Great, Wuhu!"

Sometimes children's happiness is that simple.

Song Guo was so happy that she was incoherent. She hugged A Yuan and kissed him non-stop, with her saliva covering Xie Lingyuan's face.

Not only did he not feel disgusted, his expression showed that he was enjoying it very much.

The mothers also had bright smiles on their faces.