Chapter 22 Chapter 22 Song Mian still dressed as a man.
Song Mian still dressed as a man.
Nowadays, it is very popular. Taoist robes, straight robes, and longshan robes, which were originally the clothes of scholars, are worn by ordinary people. As long as you are not as rich as you, you can wear them like this.
She found it very convenient and could hardly take it off after putting it on.
She rolled up her sleeves, revealing her clean hands, and was busy wrapping the stuffing while smiling and comforting the diners.
"It's been busy with the harvest lately, so I don't have much time to come to town and sell pies."
"Missing pie? Don't tell me, even in my dreams I heard Pie shouting, 'Oh, I miss the diners.'"
"Hahaha, you want ten? Can you finish them? I'll come back tomorrow."
"Okay, okay, five. Let me cook them slowly. The pie needs to bake for a long time to be fragrant."
She kept talking, and also took a look at who bought how much and how much it should be.
"You guys have such a good memory when it comes to business! I can't even remember what I said, let alone these things."
Song Mian took a quick glance and didn't see Zhao Bosheng and the other students. She looked towards the school with some curiosity. Every time she came, they would come to buy pies. Maybe because she hadn't come in the past few days, they thought she had stopped making them.
Who knew——
Speak of Cao Cao and he will appear.
Zhao Bosheng, wearing a moon-white embroidered robe, hurried over and asked loudly, "Why haven't you come these days? I can't eat well every day, so I have to come every day to see if you have come."
It's really frustrating.
No one understands the feeling of missing someone.
Just for a bite of food, but I can never get it.
Song Mian explained again in a soft voice, and then said gently: "It will be stable from now on."
Zhao Bosheng sighed, "Please don't leave. I haven't been able to eat well for several days. I really want to go to Songjia Village to find you."
Song Mian: ...
That's not necessary.
It's just a bite of food, and you say it so scary.
Zhao Bosheng ordered three.
Someone else lined up behind him, and Song Mian quickly said, "We're out of stuffing. No need to queue anymore. Come back tomorrow, or the pan-fried buns next door have the same recipe as mine."
It's especially hot today.
Many regular customers gathered around, talking at once. Their enthusiastic expressions made Song Mian feel a little guilty.
Then she shook her head again. She came here to set up a stall, not to work 996.
It's normal to be late.
She didn't say that she had to set up a stall every day.
Song Mian wanted to tell them to be patient, but he didn't dare. He just smiled and begged for mercy: "I really can't leave because of the busy farming season. There's a big market tomorrow, so I'll prepare some extra stuffing. Anyone who's free can come and eat."
After she said this, the crowd of onlookers slowly dispersed.
Some people knew that she was from the same family as the Shuijianbao shop next door, so they lined up to buy her food.
As Lu Jinshu packed up his stall, he lowered his voice and said, "Business is so good, we can prepare some more fillings. I'll practice making the pies, and you can just mix the fillings and make the pancakes. That way you can make more and you won't be tired."
As a man, he has endless energy, which he can use.
Song Mian lowered his eyes and told him to talk about it when he got back. Then he greeted Sun Erya and said that they were going back first.
Originally, the two shops sold at about the same speed, but today there were so many people waiting for the fried dumplings that they were all sold out in a rush. There was nothing to do here, so I might as well go home first.
Sun Erya and Song Xiaoshu were now familiar with selling food, and nodded when they heard this.
Song Mian took Lu Jinshu home.
As they walked along the street, she smiled and explained, "You now understand our family's situation. My grandfather was once the Prime Minister, but now our family has fallen into disrepute. We maintain this comfortable lifestyle so we don't attract attention."
Three years later, when the new emperor rebelled, the emperor no longer cared about these things and they could do whatever they wanted.
Lu Jinshu looked at her tenderly, his skin a little red from the sun. He nodded, a smile on his face: "I will also work hard to make money and let you dress as beautifully as the little girls in town, with a shiny horse-faced skirt and a silk flower in your hair."
Song Mian burst into laughter.
"I like this cotton coat very much." In the past, there were more chemical fibers and various polyester fibers, and she had to search for pure cotton fabrics for a long time every time.
Many people may think it’s pitiful that she can’t wear silk fabrics, but she really likes such pure natural and environmentally friendly cotton fabrics and doesn’t feel wronged.
Lu Jinshu nodded obediently: "Then we will buy the same fabric as you are wearing and fill the whole room with it."
Song Mian walked in front, watching the people planting wheat.
In her memory, there were special seeding vehicles for planting wheat, but this year the weather was very dry, so after plowing the land, they had to draw water from the well to irrigate the land. Fortunately, there was a water source in this area, unlike other places where it was so dry that it was difficult to get water, let alone irrigate the land.
"The people are suffering so much." She sighed.
Fortunately, corn, potatoes, and sweet potatoes have been introduced here. If I had traveled through time earlier, I would have had to find a way to go out to sea to find these good varieties.
Lu Jin's face showed some indignation.
"When the former Prime Minister was in power, they distributed land according to the amount of land they had, and we all thought that life would get better from then on. But who knew that the policy would change as soon as the Prime Minister left? We only had a few days of comfort food before we had to go back to living a life of having no food to eat."
Song Mian was speechless.
At the end of the dynasty, various problems had accumulated to the point where they were difficult to eliminate.
It cannot be shaken by the power of one person alone.
After the two returned home, they heard the sound of a child reading in the thatched cottage, and the childish voice was very clear.
When Lu Jinshu was doing something, his eyes involuntarily drifted over there.
Song Mian looked at his bright eyes, and a tuft of hair by his ear was blown back and forth by the wind. Her heart softened. After all, Lu Jinshu was only in junior high school, still young.
"You should go and listen, otherwise even Song Xiaochi can read and write, but you can't."
She took out a set of writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone from the house, which were given to her by Song Fuxue earlier.
"Take it and use it first." Song Mian looked at him encouragingly.
Lu Jinshu was speechless for a moment. He pursed his thin lips and stared at Song Mian. He looked like he was about to smile, but it was hard to see. Instead, he looked a little helpless.
"Me, go study?"
He never dared to dream like this.
"Yeah." Song Mian waved his hand: "Be obedient."
"Listen." Lu Jinshu held the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in his hand, his eyes burning as if a fire was burning in them.
Song Mian curled the corners of his lips: "Go quickly."
She went to fetch water to wash herself. It was already a little cool in the morning and evening, but the midday sun was still so hot that it hurt her face.
After calming down with spiritual spring water, you will feel much more comfortable.
She stood up and saw pomegranates and red dates on the table. They should be the gift money sent yesterday. She peeled the pomegranate and ate it. The red fruit looked like a ruby, crystal clear and tasted as sweet as water.
Song Mian didn't like eating pomegranates because she thought it was too much trouble, so she washed some dates and ate them. The dates were grown by the farmers themselves and tasted crispy and sweet. She ate several of them and then heard Wenlan calling out that it was time for lunch.
"I'm coming." She replied and went to the school to call them home from school.
The children went home to eat by themselves. Several of them had already gathered outside the courtyard gate. Some of them lived far away and had no way to go back, so they came to discuss with Song Fuxue in a dilemma how to prepare lunch.
Song Fuxue thought for a moment and looked towards the neighbor's house.
"Aunt Zhao, can your family help with cooking and ask them to pool their money to pay your wages? It's not a small amount of money a month."
He discussed it seriously.
"Nowadays, laborers go to the city to carry sandbags and earn ten cents a day. My family will send someone to cook lunch for only five cents. We'll decide how much to charge based on how many children we have left."
Zhao Jufang agreed without hesitation. He had a really big family and he had to cook at home. Having several children would be more work, but it was nothing.
In the end, in addition to the children from this village, there were ten children who wanted to eat here.
Zhao Jufang was a little confused, she had no idea how to count money.
"The total cost is 150 wen a month, 15 wen per child. They will help with cooking for a month, but you have to bring the rice and vegetables yourself."
Song Fuxue brought the two sides together to discuss the matter.
The students have no objections. When they eat at home, they eat brown rice and vegetables grown in the fields.
I brought a bag here, but I couldn’t finish it.
After agreeing, Song Fuxue breathed a sigh of relief.
He has a small family, and Wenlan is already very tired from taking care of the family, so I can't add more burden to her.
In this way, the task was completed and solved smoothly.
Perfect.
The parents of several students are also happy, as they no longer have to rush around every month. Those who can send their children to study here usually have some extra money, so they are willing to spend such a small amount.
Song Mian was eating stewed eggplant with beans when he heard Wenlan say that the last crop of bean seedlings in the vegetable garden had withered, and it was time for another period of shortage of vegetables.
"Then grow some mung bean sprouts to eat." She remembered that there was such a practical class in elementary school. She couldn't remember the details, but she remembered that they grew lush and green in a few days.
But Wenlan won't.
She looked confused. Before the Song family was convicted, she had never been exposed to these things.
"Soybean sprouts are fine too." There are so many soybeans in her granary, they should be the same.
"Great-grandmother, how do I grow bean sprouts?" Song Mian knew, but she could only ask the elderly in her family for help first.
Gao Xiu had been waiting for their question since the beginning of the morning. As soon as he heard the question, he quickly said, "This is easy. Put a layer of linen on the basket, pour the soybeans on it, sprinkle a layer of water, and cover it with the wet linen. If it seems a little dry, sprinkle some more water on it to keep it moist. The weather is suitable, and it should be ready to eat in three days."
Wenlan took note of it silently.
When there are no fresh vegetables, bean sprouts are very important.
As they were chatting, they heard the sound of gongs and drums, followed by the elderly voice of Song Zhiwen: "Fellow villagers, come to the big millstone for a meeting."
"Fellow villagers, the big millstone meeting is in session!"
Song Mian was a little confused, and then he saw Song Fuxue sigh: "Taxes will be increased."
She understood instantly.
Sure enough, Song Zhiwen was squatting beside the millstone, also looking worried. As the head of the village, his family was relatively wealthy, but not to the extent that they could pay such heavy taxes.
"We have to pay five liters per mu of land?" The villagers were indeed talking about it.
If it were a normal year, we could still get by by tightening our belts, but now it is a disaster year and the harvest is so bad. Even if we pay the five liters, the little that is left is not enough to eat.
"Oh." Sighs were heard everywhere.
Song Mian wanted to sigh too. That was five liters! It was enough for her to buy a lot of rice.
This is really going to cost the lives of the people.
But it wasn't the end of the world, so everyone still paid the taxes with curses, and no one dared to say anything.
Zhao Jufang followed them back and whispered, "You need to put in an extra liter. The grain collecting funnel needs to be bigger. If it's not enough, your grain bag will be kicked over, and you'll have to collect it yourself and send a clean batch over."
Song Fuxue: ...
If no one tells them, the common people really don’t know how to survive.
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