Chapter 27 Chapter 27 The Four Books and Five Classics come to mind easily, speaking of...
He could quote the Four Books and Five Classics at will, spoke in a witty and interesting way, and even his policy essays were well-reasoned.
These are things he has studied hard for many years but has not yet mastered.
"Brother Song, have you learned it?" Zhao Bosheng asked curiously.
"My father taught me that." The original owner was also a girl who grew up in the palm of her hand.
It's a pity that he met with an unexpected disaster and died.
Zhao Bosheng wanted to ask why he didn't take part in the imperial examination, but he thought he must have his own reasons, so it was hard to say.
"Today I'll let you taste my cooking." Seeing that they had almost finished chatting and it was almost time to cook, Song Mian said with a smile.
Zhao Bosheng was surprised: "You still cook at home?"
He had never been in the kitchen.
"Yes, there are few people in the family, so everyone has to do something." Song Mian replied with a smile.
As she spoke, she ordered Song Zhuo to make tofu, asked Song Zhenge to buy a chicken, and called Song Xiaoshu to help fish, so that Zhao Bosheng could have a good taste of what "full chicken and pig" meant.
then--
Zhao Bosheng's face turned pale as he watched Song Mian raise his knife and kill the chicken.
Even her slender fingers, stained with a drop of blood, looked even whiter.
No, she's laughing.
Zhao Bosheng said timidly: "Brother Song, we are new brothers."
Song Mian handed the slaughtered chicken to Lu Jinshu to pluck the feathers, then tilted his head to look at him: "What's wrong?"
This innocent expression made Zhao Bosheng imagine countless midnight chases after murderers.
His eyes instantly became much clearer.
It is easy to kill a chicken, but as a young man, I am naturally not very interested in such things.
He thought about it and admired Song Mian even more. He was a hero because he could do things that others couldn't.
"Brother Song, once a brother, always a brother!" Zhao Bosheng said with a serious expression.
"I hope so." Song Mian looked up at the sky.
There's an uneasy feeling of bullying an honest person.
Stewing chicken and cooking fish were now easy for her, and Song Mian finished them quickly and effortlessly.
Zhao Bosheng was looking at her coal stove, curiously asking, "Where did this fashion come from? How much did it cost? And it's so practical?"
He thought that it would be comfortable to get a few for his own home and warm himself by the fire in winter.
"I made it. If you want it, I'll draw you a blueprint and take it to the pottery workshop. I'll make you one made of pottery. And I'll make ten for me too. This one's really useful."
Song Mian said nonchalantly.
Zhao Bosheng looked at the furnace, picking at the coal cakes and coal slag inside. After a while, he said solemnly, "I think we can join forces to start a small business."
Song Mian raised his eyebrows: "Tell me about it?"
Zhao Bosheng didn't have much business experience, but he had seen enough to understand. After pondering for a while, he slowly said, "How do you feel about us working together? You provide the technology, I provide the labor, and we'll each take half?"
"I predict the prospects are very good, but I'm not sure if I can make money. Let's give it a try."
Zhao Bosheng had some spare money and the investment in pottery was not much, so he thought he could do it.
Song Mian thought this was a good idea, and the conditions offered by Zhao Bosheng were very tempting.
"Okay, let's write the agreement first."
Everything should be done according to the rules first, so that when something happens in the future, it will be much easier to deal with with the rules to follow.
Zhao Bosheng was a little confused.
"I don't know how to write an agreement." He had no experience with this.
Song Mian could write, but she preferred to use modern words. She looked at Song Fuxue for help.
"Dad, we want to cooperate in selling coal stoves and coal briquettes. We need to draft a contract in advance and ask for your help."
She patted his shoulder nicely.
Song Fuxue couldn't stand her like this, so she smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I'll write it for you."
He had been on duty at the Hanlin Academy for so long that writing documents was already a piece of cake. He quickly drafted the contract. Seeing that Zhao Bosheng was about to sign without hesitation, he held his hand and said with a smile, "Don't be in a hurry to sign. Any document must be carefully verified before it is safe. Take it home and show it to your father. Once he nods, you can sign it."
Zhao Bosheng looked into his sincere eyes, feeling deeply moved. He bowed repeatedly and said, "Okay, I'll take it back to show my father. Tomorrow at lunchtime, I'll trouble Brother Song to go to Zhao's Cloth Shop."
Song Mian curved her lips: "It's okay."
This coal stove and coal cakes are extremely convenient and cheap in the autumn and winter seasons. They save coal and are not costly, making them particularly suitable for use in towns.
If this can really be implemented, his family might really make a lot of money.
The more Zhao Bosheng thought about it, the more he felt it was feasible, but he also knew that he was young and inexperienced, so he had to go home and seek his father's advice.
He had a lot of fun playing at Song Mian's house.
A few of them chatted, talking about their childhood and their future prospects for business, and it was getting late.
"I should go back." Zhao Bosheng looked unsatisfied.
Song Mian smiled and went to the vegetable garden to dig up some vegetables for him. He smiled and said, "At this time of year, there is a gap between the harvest and the harvest, so the only vegetables left are vegetables. Take some home and eat them. If you like them, I will send some to your house next time I go back to town."
The vegetables in her house are watered with spiritual spring water, so they are guaranteed to be delicious.
"Your family grows vegetables differently from others. These little greens are so juicy and tender."
Zhao Bosheng carried a bamboo basket of vegetables and rode on an ox cart back home.
After he left, Song Mian went to the carpenter's house to borrow ink and brushes and began to try to draw. If she wanted to sell it, it would require lines and optimization, and it couldn't be like her casually scribbled ones.
Even the molds for coal cakes can be made, so I can make a batch of pottery ones...
Song Mian wrote down all his ideas in the plan, and then sorted them out at the end. He was so busy that it was already dark at night and he could hardly see the words on the paper. Then he put away his pen and paper, drank a glass of spiritual spring water to restore his strength, and then he fell asleep peacefully.
The next day.
After selling the pies, she went to Zhao Ji Cloth Shop. If she wanted to do the coal stove business, she had to get everything done before winter came. Once the weather got cold and people didn't go out, it would be too late to do anything.
I went there at noon when Zhao Bosheng was there.
As soon as Shopkeeper Zhao saw her, his face immediately lit up with a smile as bright as a flower.
"Mr. Song is here? Please take a seat." He called out and turned to call Zhao Bosheng: "Quick, make some tea for Mr. Song."
Shopkeeper Zhao’s attitude is extremely nice.
Zhao Bosheng said cheerfully, "My father said this business is indeed viable. The investment is not large and it's perfect for beginners."
As he spoke, Song Mian made way for Jinsheng to take down the coal stove and show it to Manager Zhao in detail.
"I was also trying to sell pies at the time, but using a charcoal basin wasted too much coal, so I thought of using the earthen stove method, improving it a bit and using the yellow mud from the village, and it worked pretty well."
This muddy thing is a bit heavy.
But the coal cake inside was a strange cylindrical shape with many holes. After a little thought, Manager Zhao realized that it was used for ventilation. He immediately praised her ingenuity, saying it was indeed amazing.
Song Mian smiled shyly.
"Just some lazy tricks."
Shopkeeper Zhao's last bit of doubt disappeared. He had originally thought that the child wanted to try to do business. After all, he was young and the product was made of pottery, so it would be easy to handle.
Unexpectedly, the child did not make a fuss, but actually discovered a business opportunity.
Seeing that everyone agreed, he signed two copies of the contract and then took out the plan he had made.
Song Mian said, "This is a rough plan. Take a look at it first."
Zhao Bosheng took it and read it from beginning to end, nodding his head more and more as he read. From the drawings to the plans, everything was written clearly and understandably.
"Your handwriting is so good, it must have taken a lot of hard work."
The more he looked at it, the more regretful he felt. Why couldn't he take the imperial examination? It was like a rising star being obscured by the night.
Song Mian nodded. She had indeed put a lot of hard work into her calligraphy. Both the original owner and she were striving for perfection.
The more she understood the original owner, the more she liked him.
There is a feeling of resonance.
"For this blueprint, let's burn one to test it out first. If it works, we can go into mass production." In the end, it's better to cross the river by feeling the stones or be cautious.
Zhao Bosheng nodded and gave her a big smile: "Don't worry."
Song Mian looked at him with clear eyes and said softly, "Then everything is left to you. I can't interfere too much. At the very least, this pottery workshop can't be associated with the word Song."
Zhao Bosheng nodded.
"Then I'm leaving."
After the discussion, Song Mian left in a leisurely manner.
"Jin Shu, you must learn to read and write as soon as possible. This business will rely a lot on you in the future." Song Mian said gently.
Lu Jinshu pushed the cart and nodded in agreement.
He is good-looking, and he nodded gently, with tenderness in his eyes and a clear temperament, giving off a feeling of forbearance and tenacity.
After the two returned home, Lu Jinshu put his things in order and went to listen in with pen and paper. He was young and willing to work hard, so he learned much faster than a child.
In addition, after class, he could also take advantage of the special tutoring that Song Zhuo gave to Song Chi. In just two days, he learned several characters.
Song Mian took his pen and wrote the three words "Lu Jinshu" on the paper. He smiled and said, "You can practice your name now. There will be many places in the future where you will need Manager Lu's signature."
Lu Jinshu looked at the beautiful handwriting on the paper, his lips curled up slightly, and his eyes were gentle.
"Well, I will practice hard."
He said he wanted to practice calligraphy well, and he practiced it seriously. In order to save paper, he wrote the characters close together, writing on the front and then on the back, unwilling to waste any paper.
Song Mian: ...
"We earn enough money to spend."
There is no need to be so frugal.
"I'm saving money to buy you a hairpin. Other girls have it, but you don't." Lu Jinshu's eyes were gentle.
Song Mian: ...
His father said the same thing.
Is it possible that she, who comes from modern times, is used to the black rubber band and even feels tired of wearing a Tang scarf on her head?
Nowadays, young people prefer to wear black Tang scarves, which are simpler, while older people with status prefer Dongpo scarves.
She even found it troublesome to wear a hat, let alone put flowers in her hair.
That can only happen when she goes out for fun, dresses up beautifully and takes pictures.
"I don't like that. Just practice your calligraphy well." Song Mian gave this instruction and went about his own business.
Lu Jinshu hummed.
Song Mian was strolling in the yard, Song Fuxue and Song Zhenge were teaching the children to read, Song Zhuo was an assistant teacher, and Song Chi was a student.
Wenlan was busy asking people to help make cotton-padded clothes and quilts, and she was very busy.
Everyone had their own things to do. After Song Mian took a look around, he went back to sleep.
I didn’t sleep well last night and I’ve been working hard all morning. It’s time to rest.
When she woke up, she heard the childish voice of a child reading, "The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, the universe is vast and boundless..."
Occasionally, she heard the sound of a child sobbing, and she knew that some child was disobedient and was beaten by her father.
She was beaten a lot in her childhood. She was nearsighted at that time and had no money to buy glasses, so she could only sit in the first row. The teacher could beat her very easily. Any slight movement would result in a slap in the face. That semester, her grades were indeed close to full marks.
I didn't dare to move and just listened to the class obediently.
Later, when she went to high school, they started to implement zero corporal punishment, and being beaten by teachers stopped after her class.
She felt sorry for the child for a second, then looked away.
"Mianmian, go to Grandma Liu's house and get two pieces of tofu. Fry them and eat them in the evening," Wenlan instructed.
Song Mian responded, took out three copper coins and left.
The tofu in the village is cheap. You can buy it with copper coins or exchange it for grain.
As soon as she walked out of the room, she saw Sun Erya sitting at the door fanning herself. When she saw her, her eyes lit up and she said cheerfully, "Mianmian, what are you going to do?"
Song Mian replied, "I'm going to Grandma Liu's to buy some tofu."
"I'll accompany you." Sun Erya stood up immediately.
"good."
The two walked side by side. Sun Erya was wearing a fine cotton horse-faced skirt and occasionally ate a pie. Her little face was white, and because she was young and had a big belly, she looked rounder. She loved to laugh, and when she laughed, her eyebrows and eyes curved, and her face was full of joy.
"They all say my belly is round, I'm going to be a girl." Sun Erya touched her belly tenderly and asked curiously, "Do you think it's a girl or a boy?"
Song Mian: ...
She was unmarried and childless in her previous life, and she is also unmarried and childless in this life. She rarely comes into contact with these things. If she were to see them, she would naturally not be able to see them.
"I can't guess, but I think that no matter whether it's a girl or a boy, they are all my own children, and I love them the same way."
Sun Erya's face was full of confusion: "But everyone says that boys are good and girls are not good."
Song Mian raised his eyes, his expression gentle: "Some people like to eat pan-fried buns, so they say pan-fried buns are good. Some people like to eat pies, so they say pies are good. There are also people who eat pies today and pan-fried buns tomorrow. What's good or bad depends on your opinion."
The wind blew and the leaves fell in a whirlpool.
Sun Erya's face was full of thought.
"You are right, my child, everything is fine."
The two of them soon arrived at Grandma Liu's house. When everyone saw the pregnant woman, they always liked to make some jokes, ask a few questions, show concern, and talk about their own and their family's pregnancy situation.
Song Mian followed and listened.
"Eat more. One person has two mouths to feed. Don't let your body suffer." said Grandma Liu.
Sun Erya nodded obediently when she was in the tofu shop. After coming out, she immediately asked, "Should I eat more or less?"
Song Mian said uncertainly, "Just eat normally. It's fine if you're a little fat now. If you gain any more weight, the baby will get fat too. Then the baby will be huge and difficult to give birth to."
She has read popular science about this.
Sun Erya: "Well, I'll listen to you."
The main thing is that she is the only pregnant woman in the family now, and she can make money by selling pan-fried dumplings. Even if she pays half of it to the government, there will still be a lot left.
She never stops having meat and snacks on weekdays.
After hearing Song Mian say that the fetus should not be grown too big, he immediately stopped.
Giving birth is like walking through the gates of hell, it's so difficult.
When Song Mian returned home with the tofu, she saw Song Zhiwen lingering at the door. Seeing her, he quickly smiled and said, "Miss Song, you're back. I just said I was going to look for you."
As soon as he arrived, he heard Zhao Jufang say that she had gone out.
"Please come into the courtyard. Grandpa Song, is there anything I can help you with?" Song Mian put down the tofu and asked with a smile.
"To be honest, I'm attracted to your coal stove. Zhao Jufang praised it so much, and it seems to be very useful."
Song Zhiwen was also a little worried because he had to spend a lot of money on coal cakes every year.
I heard that this coal stove saves a lot of coal briquettes and is perfect for heating in winter.
When Song Mian heard this, he immediately laughed.
"We've ordered a ceramic one, and we're still working on it. It should be ready before winter. I'll send one over to you then."
She is very generous.
In a village, the village head and the clan leader have relatively great power and generally cannot be offended.
When Song Zhiwen heard this, he refused to agree. "Your family is not doing well either. I'll pay you whatever the money is. I appreciate your kindness. You're a really capable kid."
After saying this, he was about to leave. Song Zhen Ge, who heard the noise, came out and exchanged a few words with the head of the village before they went their separate ways.
By this time, it was getting late.
The woman who came to help make the quilt also went home.
"Grandma Zhao, Aunt Wang..."
Song Mian greeted everyone one by one.
After everyone left, Wenlan washed her hands and quickly opened the lid of the coal stove to cook.
Song Mian came to help but was driven away by Wen Lan.
"Don't be busy. It's too hard to run back and forth to town and cook when you come back. You were just a child." Wenlan was very grateful.
It is because of Song Mian's busy work and exposure all day long that they have cotton-padded clothes, quilts, white rice and white flour, and even have meat to eat when they want it.
There is no reason to let others make money and work hard at the same time.
Wenlan nudged Song Mian and said with a smile, "Go and keep the old lady company."
Song Mian raised his hands in surrender: "I'll peel the garlic and pick the onions for you."
What a down-to-earth family! Wenlan was actually very busy and tired, with a lot to do, but she felt she was the adult and would silently shoulder the burden. The two of them worked together to fry tofu and stir-fry spicy and sour potato shreds.
"This spicy and sour potato shreds is delicious." Wen Lan smacked her lips, finding some of Song Mian's clever ideas quite interesting.
Song Mian curved his lips and smiled.
When she was in college, the dish she ate most was spicy and sour shredded potatoes. It was the cheapest dish, but it could be used as both a staple food and a side dish, so she loved it very much.
Song Chi also likes to eat.
He ate several mouthfuls with a few gulps.
Then he sighed seriously: "Fortunately, my sister is here."
Song Mian looked at his chubby little face and smiled: "Fortunately, Xiao Chi is here, so I'm happy."
The two of them laughed and joked for a while, and after finishing their meal, they cleared the table.
While it was still bright outside, Song Chi and Lu Jinshu went to practice calligraphy. They worked very hard and neither of them wanted to fall behind.
Even Song Mian was influenced by the two and couldn't help but take the collection of books and read them again.
She remembered those books very well. When she read them again, she could almost recite the next sentence after reading the previous one.
She watched for a while, then fell asleep because she felt tired.
After all, I have to get up early in the morning to prepare the food and set up the stall.
It's late autumn in the blink of an eye.
When the leaves turned yellow and were about to fall, Zhao Bosheng sent someone to deliver samples of coal stoves.
The walls of a ceramic coal stove are much thinner than those made of mud.
The overall look is more modern and solid.
"That's great." Song Mian immediately moved the honeycomb coal from the old coal stove to see how it was burning.
Lu Jinshu was also a little curious and watched without blinking.
"You also painted orchids?" Song Zhenge was surprised.
It seems that the Zhao family really takes this business very seriously and is very dedicated to it.
After burning for a while, Song Mian felt relieved because it seemed to be quite useful.
"I'll order one first and sell it at home," she said with a smile.
The servant who came to deliver the coal stove said quickly, "Okay, I'll tell the young master when I get back."
Song Mian looked at the three ceramic coal stoves in front of him and gave one to Zhao Jufang's family, keeping two for his own use.
One cooks and the other usually transports pies to town to sell.
"It's done." Song Fuxue was also happy.
There are many places to spend money at home, and his family does not have as much output as before. It is naturally good that the coal stove can be sold for money.
Moreover, the Zhao family has extensive connections in the town and can afford to open a cloth shop, so a coal stove is naturally no problem.
It’s less troublesome than driving your own car.
Song Fuxue thought for a moment and said gently, "Sending him a copy of Cheng Wen, a treasured article in my collection, would be a welcome change for him."
After all, we are students, so no one can refuse the new version of Chengwen.
"Well, I'll send it to him tomorrow."
Song Mian thought about it, packed a basket of homemade egg cakes, and sent it over tomorrow.
She added spiritual spring water, which is not only delicious but also good for the body.
Like Cheng Wen, they are both the best gifts.
"Is anyone there? Buy some egg cakes!" A strange voice came from outside the door.
Song Mian responded, walked out, and looked at the person who came in curiously. He saw that it was a woman with gray hair.
"Is your family selling egg cakes? I started asking from the east end of the village, but who knew your family was at the west end? I don't know what's so good about this egg cake. My daughter keeps talking about it."
The woman curled her lips, looking unhappy.
Song Mian smiled and said, "This egg cake is made with eggs and sugar, without adding a drop of water. It tastes soft and sweet. Have you never tried it?"
She handed her a small sample.
The old woman's complaints suddenly stopped, and she said a little embarrassedly: "It is indeed delicious."
Very sweet and soft.
It is said that you should not hit a smiling person. Song Mian runs a business, so naturally he would not offend anyone. He just smiled at her with a very good attitude.
In addition, the food was really delicious, and the old woman's irritation of coming in the wind to find a way out immediately disappeared.
"I bought a hundred of them. My daughter is pregnant and she's craving this egg cake. She says she's drooling over it, but her mother-in-law won't buy any for her, saying she doesn't know if the baby is male yet and shouldn't be so pretentious."
The old woman babbled, "But she's my daughter, and I feel bad for her."
When Song Mian heard that it was for pregnant women, he quickly explained: "There is a lot of sugar in it, so eat it with discretion. Two or three pieces a day is enough."
"I see." The old woman sighed, "My daughter is very thin. Her in-laws won't let her eat. They say she should eat after she gives birth to a son."
Song Mian also sighed and followed her words: "That's right, she's our own daughter, we feel sorry for her."
The old woman returned with a basket of egg cakes. Before leaving, she held Song Mian's hand and said softly, "You are a kind girl. You are willing to listen to an old woman's nonsense. Let me tell you, when it comes to getting married, you must keep your eyes open."
Song Mian nodded obediently.
"Come to my house when you have time." The old woman said again, then turned and left.
Song Mian smiled again: "Okay, come back when you want to eat, grandma."
She didn't expect that someone would come directly to her house to buy egg cakes, which really surprised her.
"It seems our egg cake has gained a good reputation." Song Mian looked at Wen Lan with encouragement on his face: "This is all thanks to you."
"You've been working hard lately. I remember you like orchid-shaped jewelry. I'll buy you a hairpin tomorrow, or you can come with us."
"No need, I'm a widow, I'm not going out to cause trouble." Wen Lan shook her head. "You don't need to buy a hairpin either. I'm a grown-up, and although I don't have to observe filial piety, I still feel uncomfortable."
She didn't want to wear anything.
Song Mian comforted her and gave her a hug, saying gently, "Then wait for some time, when you have forgotten all these things, we will buy a lot more."
The next day, when she went to town, she went to a silver shop and picked out a plain silver bracelet with a swastika pattern engraved on it.
After thinking about it, he bought plain silver bracelets for Song Zhuo and Song Chi. Since everyone had bought something, he also bought a plain hairpin for Gao Xiu and a Tang Dynasty scarf for each of the three men.
Rain and dew are equally distributed.
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