"The old ones are cheap. I have an old comrade at my factory who wants to get a new one. He has one. I'll ask around for you next time and ask for a good price," Song Feng said.
When Song Yao heard this, she thanked her profusely.
It was not far from town to the county road. When the time came, he would use a bicycle to transport the goods and send an ox cart back. That would be good enough.
Song Feng sent them all the way back to town before setting off to return the car.
Song Yao wanted Song Xiao to flag down an ox cart and go home while she stayed behind to look after the goods. She didn't expect Song Ping to be the one driving the ox cart.
"Dad." Song Yao was a little surprised by Song Ping's appearance.
Song Ping looked at the goods around Song Yao and muttered, "Why did you buy so many?"
Then, he stopped talking and placed the goods on the ox cart.
Seeing this, Song Yao quickly went to help.
