"You're really selling it?" Song Yao asked the owner of the car as she took out the money.
The old man nodded. "I'll sell it! But if anything happens to the bicycle in the future, I won't be responsible!"
Song Feng smiled. "So be it. We have to repair it anyway."
The old man who sold the car took the ten yuan from Song Yao with an ugly expression. However, it was better to sell it than to let it rot at home. He waved his hand and asked Song Yao to ride the car out.
It was much more convenient to do anything with a bicycle!
Song Yao spent five yuan to change all the damaged parts on the car. After saying goodbye to Song Feng, Song Yao pushed the bicycle and took Song Xiao to the wholesale market.
This time, not only did Song Yao wholesale the necessities like firewood, rice, oil, and salt, but she also bought a few catties of walnut crisps and newly arrived sorghum.
