Chapter 28 Chapter 28 After passing the Silver Building, not far away is the...
After passing the silver shop, there is a pawnshop not far away. Redeem the hairpin first.
That hairpin has profound meaning and cannot be delayed any longer.
I said at the beginning that I would redeem it and return it to my ancestors as soon as I made money. I must keep my word.
Bringing Lu Jinshu to the pawnshop, Song Mian took out the deed that the pawnshop had given him earlier, prepared two taels of silver, and then knocked on the pawnshop's door.
The pawnshop was different from other places. The counter was built very high. Even adults had to stand on tiptoe and look like they were begging for help. She was young, so she had to stand on tiptoe and jump up to see clearly inside.
Damn pawnshop, they really figured out the psychology behind it.
Song Mian cursed in his heart, but still kept a smile on his face, fearing that the other party would raise the price.
The shopkeeper, with a goatee, looked down at her. Seeing her approach, he narrowed his eyes and stared at her. After a moment, he slowly said, "Mr. Song?"
Song Mian nodded.
"Two taels of silver, very generous." The pawnshop owner said indifferently.
Song Mian watched him take out a small scale to weigh it, thinking that redeeming the silver hairpin would put his mind at ease.
I can save some more money and buy more things for my home bit by bit. Just thinking about it makes me feel satisfied.
Song Mian took the silver hairpin and took a look at it. It turned out to be the one she had originally owned. Just as she was about to leave, she heard the shopkeeper call her again: "You can make egg cakes. Can you make other flavors? My child wants to try a different flavor."
He didn't ask for a price this time because he needed help from someone.
"Other flavors?" Song Mian pondered for a moment and nodded: "Osmanthus cake is okay?"
Wenlan knew how to do this. She had done it before and said she wanted to do it again, but Song Mian was too lazy to come up with new tricks because the family was already busy enough.
I went home and made a copy for the pawnshop owner as a favor. He really didn't ask for any price, which was very fair.
Hearing her promise, the shopkeeper smiled and said cheerfully, "Thank you, Mr. Song."
It was also because his children were making such a fuss that he had no choice but to ask someone to make some other flavors.
There were piles of cakes in town in front of her, but she refused to eat any of them and only insisted on eating Song Ji's. It was so infuriating!
The pawnshop owner stroked his goatee, his eyes sparkling with kindness.
Song Mian said you're welcome and left with a smile.
As she stroked the silver hairpin, the corners of her lips curved slightly.
After returning home, Song Mian called everyone over, sat them in a row, and shared the fruits.
Gao Xiu held her inlaid gold and silver hairpin in her left hand and the plain hairpin she had just bought in her right hand. She smiled from ear to ear, but still said, "Oh, just buy it for the young people. Why should an old man like me get these?"
She felt warm in her heart. It was a great thing that the younger generation was willing to be filial and care about her.
Song Mian curved her lips and smiled: "Old people can't enjoy as much time as young people after all, so of course we have to follow the older people." She pinched Song Chi's chubby little face and signaled with her eyes: "Isn't that right~"
Song Xiaochi: "Yes~"
Although I don’t know what my sister is talking about, I just nodded first.
After he finished speaking, he smiled at her with his teeth showing as if he was asking for credit.
Song Fuxue was very surprised when she saw the Tang scarf.
"Even me?"
He stroked the Tang scarf, his eyes moist, he was so moved.
Song Zhenge was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes: "My heart breaks when I think about Mianmian marrying into another family and buying gifts for others."
Wenlan stroked the bracelet with swastika pattern, which was very suitable for her to wear now. Her mood became even more complicated. Because of the warm affection, she thought that no one would think of her like this again.
"I should have bought it for you." She couldn't help but curl up the corners of her lips.
Song Zhuo and Song Chi had a lukewarm reaction. To them, this plain bracelet was not as attractive as the peach cake they bought.
Lu Jinshu folded the Tang Dynasty scarf neatly and placed it at the head of the bed.
Looking at their performance, Song Mian frowned. They showed their emotions so openly, they were too good at coaxing her.
The emotional price was high enough, and the pain she felt for spending more money disappeared completely.
It's all made from the same old cake. It would be a lie to say that it wasn't hard. She did have a hard life in her previous life, but she had never suffered such hardship. The country's welfare was particularly good, and she received a lot of scholarships along the way. The money was enough for her to spend, and she really had never suffered any hardship.
Seeing that everyone liked it, Song Mian smiled and said, "Let's raise some small animals."
Song Fuxue glanced over and asked: "What do you want to raise? A cat or a dog?"
Song Mian said leisurely, "Cute little lamb, wait three or four months until the New Year, and it will be just right to eat lamb."
Song Fuxue: ...
"Do we want to raise the chicks, ducks, geese and pigs?" he asked.
"I can't keep too many." Song Mian shook his head. "The house will be filled with dirty chicken and duck shit. There will be no place to step."
"Sheep poop wherever they go, right?" Song Zhenge said.
"Just build a small hut for it outside and let it live far away. It can also make compost and be used as fertilizer for the vegetable garden next spring." Song Mian waved her hand: "See, I have arranged it clearly."
Song Fuxue laughed heartily: "The thief will also arrange it clearly for you. The sheep you raise today will fall into the mouth of the thief tomorrow."
Song Mian was stunned.
She really didn't expect it to be like this.
"Forget it, let's go buy some meat from the shepherd when the time comes." When her family grows bigger, she wants to raise a lamb.
A few people were chatting idly when an old man came over to deliver rice.
Song Fuxue smiled and invited the man in for tea. When she asked who sent it, the old man couldn't explain clearly, only saying that it was a young man.
He skillfully poured the rice into the rice jar, and out of it rushed out a few ingots of silver and a letter.
"Whose is it?" Song Zhenge asked.
"Just write it to Song Mian." Song Fuxue frowned.
However, when I opened it, there were no words.
Song Mian looked over curiously, "Who is it?"
She looked back and forth, at the silver, then at the letter, and suddenly an idea struck her: "It's Zhou Zheng."
Only he would send such a wordless book.
Song Fuxue looked at the silver, then at the letter, and sighed: "Under the power struggle, he really has no choice."
Zhou Zheng is a good boy who was raised and educated by the Song family, but unfortunately they were not destined to be together.
"Keep this money and spend it as you please. This child really owes you." Song Fuxue whispered.
The total amount is fifty taels, all of which are heavy silver ingots.
Seeing that he agreed, Song Mian accepted it and said with a smile, "He is quite interesting."
I guess they sent it specially because they were worried that they couldn't earn enough money to buy winter clothes.
She didn't want anyone, but the silver was innocent and needed her safekeeping.
Just be willing to pay.
"Save the money for now and spend it when you have the chance." Song Mian thought. He had said before that he wanted to move to a green-tiled house to withstand the cold wind. He had not saved enough money before, but now that he has saved enough, he can start looking for a house to build.
I wanted to buy one before, but then I thought that it would be better to build one myself instead of buying one.
After thinking about it, I decided to hire someone.
She packed out a bag of egg cakes and asked Song Fuxue to take it to the neighboring house to help find a construction team.
Not only does the house need to be built, but the furniture inside also needs to be remade.
After hearing what she said, Song Fuxue called her to go together.
Song Mian nodded.
The two of them went to their neighbor's house. His family was there at the time. After hearing what they said, Zhao Jufang slapped her thigh and immediately agreed: "Among the villages around here, the construction team hired by the village head is the most beautiful when it comes to building blue brick and tile houses. Do you want to find out more?"
The blue bricks in the headman's house are very straight, and some of them are even carved with patterns, which makes them different from their ordinary small houses.
She felt that this was more suitable for them.
So Zhao Jufang picked up the egg cake and took them to the headman's house.
Song Zhiwen was at the door. When he saw them coming, he greeted them with a smile.
"Mr. Song is here, please come in quickly."
Song Fuxue bowed politely and laughed along, "It's getting cold, and my house is still a thatched cottage. I'm worried it might collapse under the snow, so I'm thinking of building a few houses. Aunt Zhao said yours is the most upright, so I came to ask what's going on."
When Song Zhiwen talked about his house, his face was full of pride.
"The bricks in my house were bought from the neighboring town of Yanglin. Their bricks are very solid. I've lived here for so many years, through so many ups and downs, and nothing has happened to them."
"This house is built by his family. If you want to build a house, how do you get the purlins? You have to figure it out slowly."
Song Zhiwen frowned, thought for a moment, and said seriously, "Let's go to Song Er's house. He's a carpenter. Let's see if there's any good wood."
Zhao Jufang put the egg cake on the table and listened to him talk about the price of bricks, the price of windows, the price of tiles, and the price of the entire construction.
"Do you build a firewall? If you do, the budget will be much higher."
Building a house has always been expensive. They calculated that a simple three-courtyard house would cost about twenty taels of silver.
"Do you have enough money? If not, I can give you some." Song Zhiwen's face was full of sincerity.
Zhao Jufang also asked hurriedly.
Song Fuxue smiled, bowed gratefully, and then replied: "That's enough, thank you very much."
Song Zhiwen also guessed that he was rich. Although he couldn't have a lot of money, he still had dozens of pieces of silver.
It is said that a lean camel is bigger than a horse. He didn't think that such a smart family would let himself reach the end of his rope.
Once you say you want to build a house, you have to start construction quickly.
Otherwise, in two months, when it snows and freezes, there will be nothing we can do.
Just do it.
Song Zhiwen immediately took Song Fuxue to Yanglin Town. They first negotiated with the construction team, then went to look at bricks and tiles, and went to Qinghe Town to hire a carpenter from the town to make furniture.
Since we need to build a fire wall and run the flue underground, the bed needs to be slightly lower.
Song Fuxue chose exquisite carved beds for Gao Xiu, Wen Lan and Song Mian, while simple styles were preferred for the men. In addition, there were dressing boxes, wardrobes, window frames and doors, which together cost ten taels of silver.
After being busy for several days, Song Mian finished drawing the blueprint. He had reserved space for planting flowers and plants in the three-story courtyard. When he was in a good mood, he could plant flowers in the courtyard.
"Does anyone have anything to add?" Song Mian asked.
She handed the blueprint to several people and asked them to look at it one by one.
There are three rooms built in each courtyard, each with its own opening, with side rooms on both sides, a bathroom, a study, and guest rooms, living room, kitchen, etc. in the front.
The good thing about the village is that the land is not valuable. As long as you have money, you can build a big house.
Built like this, it is spacious and comfortable to live in. The thatched hut is really cramped and uncomfortable, and it smells of straw.
No one had anything to add, she had thought it through very carefully.
Show the drawings to the construction team and ask them to follow them. There is no need to add anything else.
Three days later, the brick kiln in Yanglin Town delivered bricks and tiles, which were piled up in a whole row next to the thatched cottage. The green bricks looked very textured, dense and strong.
As soon as the bricks, sand and lime arrived, the construction team started work immediately.
The busy farming season was over, so Zhao Jufang was invited to help prepare lunch and was paid.
This way, family members don’t have to run around.
Grandma Liu, hands folded in her pockets, chatted in front of her house: "They sell pies, and they make money like this? Your family also makes that much selling those pan-fried buns? So when are you going to build a house?"
Zhao Jufang: ...
Don't think she can't tell you're just trying to be polite.
"I'm not sure. It might have been donated by friends and relatives. It's their private affairs, so who knows?" Zhao Jufang said cheerfully. "Those pies and pan-fried buns are expensive. Few ordinary people would be willing to eat them, so I'd just sell them to a few nobles to try. How much can I get for them? The kids are just having fun. Think about it, you're selling tofu, and everyone thinks you're making money. Aren't you just earning hard-earned money?"
When Grandma Liu heard the word "hard work", she immediately forgot everything and thought with a sad face that the children were unwilling to work, and she was the only one who was suffering and tired.
The three most difficult things in life are rowing a boat, forging iron, and making tofu.
There is really no way to describe the pain.
"Your family also earns their money through hard work," Grandma Liu concluded with a look of regret, adding envy, "Everyone says they've fallen on hard times, but look at them. Even a single hair plucked out is thicker than our waist. When will my family be able to buy so many fine bricks and tiles and show off our wealth?"
Zhao Jufang was peeling an onion when she heard this and said cheerfully, "Your old man is a good scholar. The teachers all praise him. He'll pass the imperial examination and become the top scholar! I'll give you the title of Imperial Consort. When you become the wife of an official, you'll have everything you need, including fine bricks and tiles, and live in a grand mansion in the city!"
After hearing her compliments, Grandma Liu imagined something and a smug smile appeared on her face, but she quickly stopped and kept saying that this was all untrue.
When she saw Song Mian coming over, she repeated the previous topic.
Song Mian smiled lightly, his face full of innocence, and said gently, "Your tofu is delicious and many people buy it. I thought that since every family loves your tofu, it would sell better. So, are you having the same hard time as us?"
She spoke so sincerely that Grandma Liu took her words seriously.
After chatting with her about her difficulties for a few minutes, she left with a heart full of sympathy for her.
Song Mian: ...
This is a typical case of being afraid that you won't live well, but also afraid that you will really get rich.
"Don't pay attention to her. She doesn't have any bad intentions. She just likes to nag. She likes to get to the bottom of everything and then spread it to you." Zhao Jufang also felt that she was speechless.
Song Mian hummed and didn't care.
She is also busy now and has a lot of things to do.
The coal stove has been put into production with patterns of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum. The coal cakes are also being made. We just need to wait for a certain amount of inventory before we can start selling them.
Pies are still sold as normal, but egg cakes have been packaged and can be given as gifts.
"Thank you for your help, Grandma Zhao, during this period." Song Mian said with a smile.
Zhao Jufang patted her chest and laughed, "That's nothing. You guys have helped me so much. What I've done is nothing."
If he follows them to sell pan-fried dumplings, his family will have extra money. Besides, Song Deming is studying with Mr. Song.
Looking at the kind of child Erya gave birth to and listening to her accent, she had no objection to sending the child to school, regardless of whether it was a boy or a girl, because the money was earned by others anyway.
Song Mian smiled and waved his hand: "Then I'll go back, Grandma Zhao."
When she returned home, she heard several women chatting loudly in the house. She listened carefully for a while and found the conversation very interesting, ranging from the story of Song Laoer's daughter-in-law giving birth to another man's baby to the story of someone dying and his wife marrying his brother with the child.
It's very interesting to listen to all the gossip.
But after hearing the sound of Song Mian washing up, everyone's topic instantly turned healthy.
The next day, when Song Mian was coming back from selling pies, she passed by the flower and bird market and saw someone selling orange trees. In the capital, they were sold by the pots. She stared at them for a while and couldn't help asking the price.
It is said to be thirty cents.
Song Mian hissed softly, feeling that it was a bit expensive.
The oranges grown in Huaibei are bitter oranges. Thinking that they would look nice at home, she bought some. Besides, with the spiritual spring there, she should be able to harvest delicious oranges.
Later I thought about it and bought some peony bulbs, which are perfect for planting in autumn.
When next spring comes, there will be a large field of beautiful peonies to see.
Song Mian curled the corners of his lips and simply bought a lot of flower seeds, both those he knew and those he didn't. He would plant them and see how they turned out. If he liked them, he would keep the seeds, and if he didn't, he would throw them away.
There is no need to worry about it anymore.
"A total of forty cents." The shopkeeper saw that she bought a lot and gave her two cents less.
"Thank you, boss. I wish you good luck." Song Mian said politely, and then left with Lu Jinshu.
On the way back, Song Mian looked at Lu Jinshu and tilted his head: "Don't come with me to sell pies tomorrow. Just stay at home and study. You can even take the imperial examination when the time comes. The imperial examination for those with the surname Song has been banned, but your surname is Lu, so you haven't been banned yet."
Lu Jinshu was silent for a moment, then spoke softly, "I want to change my surname to Song."
"Even if you lose your qualification for the scientific examination?"
"Even if you lose your qualification for the scientific examination."
Lu Jinshu's voice was slow and firm, just like he always was.
The autumn wind blows through the newly sprouted wheat sprouts in the ground, leaving a thin layer of green and bringing the fragrance of grass and trees.
Song Mian looked at the little bud, then looked back at him, her face expression noncommittal.
I was so young that I didn't know the value of the imperial examination. I mistook a pie for a treasure.
"Going home." She said with a smile.
In the past few months, I have been traveling back and forth on this official road, and every plant and tree on both sides of the road have become extremely familiar. But today I saw many newly opened wild chrysanthemums, yellow, scattered here and there.
But once you see it, you can't help but cruise around and see many flower buds.
"Let's pick some flower buds." Song Mian said with a smile.
After drying, you can make tea and drink it. It is also effective when you have a sore throat.
It is best to use flower buds that are about to open but have not yet opened.
The two of them found a lot of wild chrysanthemums on both sides of the path away from home. There were large patches of wild chrysanthemums, with buds about to bloom, all of which would be turned into her chrysanthemum tea.
Song Mian picked half of the basket before stopping.
After returning home, she hung the wild chrysanthemums on a bamboo raft to dry, then went to wash and change her clothes, making herself fresh, and then sat in the porch to read.
I can hear the sound of children reading and the sound of laborers shouting while digging the foundation.
Song Mian was watching with great interest when he saw Zhao Jufang coming over with a basket of red dates. She looked a little embarrassed and came closer hesitantly.
"Mianmian, you're back."
"Um."
"Mianmian, there is something I want to tell you."
Zhao Jufang looked a bit embarrassed to speak. Her dark face was already hot before she opened her mouth, but she still forced herself to speak, "I have a younger sister who died a few years ago after giving birth to a girl. This girl had a miserable life. Her mother died young, and her husband died two years ago. She was kicked out by her parents-in-law and had to raise three children alone. I was thinking, could I teach her how to make pan-fried dumplings so she can have a way to make money?"
Although she was only in her early twenties, she worked day and night in the fields and was so overworked that she looked like an old woman.
Song Mian had no objection and said with a smile: "You can do whatever you want with these pan-fried dumplings. If she really has such a hard time, just teach her."
It does sound pitiful.
Besides, the other party made pan-fried dumplings and wouldn't compete with her for business, so she naturally didn't mind.
Besides, women are really having a hard time nowadays, so if they can help out a little, it would be their duty.
Zhao Jufang finally let go of her worries. She sighed, "She's a good girl, but she has a hard life. She suffers all day long."
Hearing this, Song Mian also sighed: "Yes, there are too many restrictions."
After talking about the unhappy things, Zhao Jufang turned to the happy things and said with a smile: "My eldest granddaughter was sent to an embroidery shop in town to work as an embroiderer. The owner said she embroidered well, so he specially invited a master to teach her. He also said that when she finishes the training, her salary will be increased. This is a great thing."
Her granddaughter was good-looking, and she thought that when she reached the age in two years, she would find a scholar for her to marry. This scholar was indeed different.
Song Mian smiled and congratulated him repeatedly.
Zhao Jufang's wish came true, and she was particularly happy when she left.
*
A few days later, Zhao Bosheng sent someone to tell her that the coal stove shop was ready and asked her to take a look. If it was okay, it would be opened.
Song Mian:!
He is very efficient.
After Song Mian finished selling pies at noon, he went to Zhaoji Cloth Shop. There was a small shop next to it. The shop was not big, with a coal stove on the side and a cloth banner with the words "Zhaoji Coal Stove" written on it.
She looked at the door and always felt that something was missing.
Song Mian touched his chin and thought. No one else had seen a coal stove before. It was just placed here, and no one knew what it was. It was useless.
She thought about it, asked Zhao Bosheng to bring paper and pen, and started writing.
"A piece of coal, burning all night long!"
Song Mian wrote down the eight big characters and was about to stick them on the door when he suddenly remembered that the illiteracy rate was very high in ancient times and many people could not read or write. So words alone were obviously not enough.
She then began to draw stick figures using coal cakes to boil water, cook, make pancakes, etc. This time it was clear enough.
"You even know this?" Zhao Bosheng was surprised.
Song Mian just smiled and said nothing.
Her painting skills are average, but the original owner was raised in music, chess, calligraphy and painting since childhood, so she is very good at using her skills.
"It was quite difficult at the beginning. People often ask me about the coal stove. Next time they ask, I will ask them to come to you." Song Mian said with a smile.
Zhao Bosheng nodded repeatedly: "At the beginning, I had to point to you."
"Then we'll open tomorrow." He felt much more at ease.
Song Mian didn't even sell pies the next day, leaving Lu Jinshu to fend for himself. He ran to Zhao Ji to check. Zhao Bosheng had to study in the morning, so naturally he wasn't there. Only Manager Zhao was watching the shop.
"Shopkeeper Zhao!"
"Mr. Song!"
After the two of them greeted each other, Song Mian looked around the store. Terracotta color itself is a very stable color. The furnace walls are thick and thin, and the prices are also different, but overall they are mainly affordable and sold in large quantities.
Song Mian looked at it carefully. The person who made the ceramic coal stove was very ingenious and the quality was very high.
After a careful inspection, I didn't find any problems and felt relieved.
She waited quietly for a while, thinking about how to sell the goods, when she saw the woman with a child who had first bought her pie come.
"Oh, are you really selling coal stoves here? I was a little confused after hearing what Xiao Lu said." The woman walked back and forth in the shop, holding the child who was eating pie.
"How much do you sell it for?" she asked.
Song Mian smiled and replied, "It was originally thirty-five cents. Since you're a regular customer, we know each other well. I'll round off the difference. If you think it suits you, take one."
The woman was a little conflicted, as thirty was not cheap.
"Does it really save coal?" The woman bent down and touched the coal stove. To be honest, she had been coveting this coal stove for a long time and had wanted to buy one. She saw Young Master Song making pies with the coal stove every day, and it was indeed much more convenient.
But when it was really placed in front of her, she hesitated, doubting that she could not buy a coal stove as good as Song Mian's.
But the trust that had been built up over the past few months made her make up her mind.
"I'll buy one and try it first," she said.
Song Mian smiled and nodded. Manager Zhao quickly asked, "Do you want me to send it to your home?"
The woman nodded immediately and said yes, but she was still a little worried about how to send it back.
"This coal stove gets quite hot if it's burning all the time. If you have children at home, be sure to keep them out of reach. Also, the air vent under the stove can be adjusted. When not in use, leave a small gap so the stove won't go out. You'll get the hang of it after using it for a few days. You can buy the coal briquettes from me, or make them yourself."
Song Mian thought about it and felt that a mold for making coal cakes should also be easy to sell, after all, they were used together.
She just remembered it too.
"If you make your own, compare the inner wall of the coal stove to the same size, and leave some holes in the middle for ventilation. It's the same principle as adding wood to a fire. If the middle is hollow and there is airflow, the fire will be strong. If it is pressed tightly and there is no ventilation, the fire will be weak."
Song Mian took the coal cake beside him and showed it to her.
The woman took a look, memorized the appearance, and tried it again when she got home.
After sending the woman away, another person came and was asked to be received by Manager Zhao. She first made a mold for making honeycomb coal on the side. This was even simpler. There were a few sticks in a circle, and the result looked like honeycomb coal.
"This can also be made into pottery." Song Mian reminded: "Make a small amount and show it to people. If they want to buy it, they can buy it. You can also make it yourself with wood at home. The main thing is to sell coal stoves. This little thing is not profitable. Consider it a favor."
Shopkeeper Zhao naturally understood this. For example, the scraps of cloth in his family could have been sold for money, but he didn't sell them and kept them as favors.
Song Mian watched the store for half a day. At noon, Zhao Bosheng came back and the two of them gathered together to look at the account book. They had just started to sell goods, so not many people were buying.
After all, people are not very receptive to things that are too new.
"Take your time." Zhao Bosheng said with a smile, "We're not in a hurry. The shop is ours and it's free. People who come to buy have seen you make pies in a coal stove. If you ask me, you might as well sell pies in the shop. There's no need to be exposed to the wind and sun, and it's much more comfortable."
This way, others can tell what the store is about at a glance. In autumn and winter, there is a stove that is always burning, so the store will be relatively warmer.
Song Mian was a little hesitant, thinking that this would be too deep a bond.
Shopkeeper Zhao knew her family's situation and quickly said, "A griddle only takes up the space of a palm. You can make a pie and take it away without delaying anything."
Before Song Mian could make up his mind, Manager Zhao brought the contract.
"Here, fifty cents a month for the position you rent. You can terminate the contract at any time. This way, you and your brother won't have to endure the harsh weather. The autumn wind is so strong, I hope it doesn't crack your faces."
Song Mian: ...
As expected of a businessman, his words were spot on and he hit the nail on the head.
No one wants to suffer when they can enjoy themselves.
But she didn't plan to rent the Zhao family shop. She had just taken a fancy to the small shop next door. It was very cramped, only about two meters wide and shallow. She guessed it was a small space separated.
But for making pies, this small size is just right.
"I saw that the house next door was vacant and I wanted to rent it."
"The one next door wants three hundred wen."
"Three hundred wen will do."
Song Mian didn't mind how much money it cost. The main thing was that the two families should be divided to a certain extent and share power with each other so as not to be too controlled by others.
"Actually, you can buy it. This small shop is hard to rent out, so two taels of silver will be enough."
Shopkeeper Zhao said with a smile.
After hearing this, Song Mian thought this was feasible and nodded quickly: "Then buy this. It's also good to have a place to shelter from the wind and rain."
Zhao Bosheng smiled happily and said, "With you making pies beside me, I can eat porridge and pies together every morning."
He usually drank his porridge at home first, and then went to buy some cakes under the sycamore tree.
"But if I move over here, your classmates won't be able to buy bread to eat."
Song Mian felt a little regretful for losing a group of diners, those half-grown diners who had big appetites and bought a lot.
She really felt sorry.
"When they want to eat, no matter how far away the food is, it's not too far." Zhao Bosheng said without hesitation, just like him.
Song Mian hummed lightly and said gratefully, "It's great to have a good brother like you."
I hope that when I find out that she is a girl, I won’t hide in my bed and cry like a kettle.
"I'll be setting up a stall under the sycamore tree these days. When the time comes, I'll tell them I'm selling pies next to Zhao's Cloth Shop. Anyone who wants to come can come."
Song Mian thought about it and decided that he should inform the original diners, so that they would not be unable to find a place to eat if they wanted to.
Zhao Bosheng hesitated to speak. He naturally wanted to come tomorrow, but he knew that this matter could not be accomplished overnight.
His coal stove business is important, but other people's pie business is even more important.
When Song Mian saw Lu Jinshu waiting at the door, he said he was leaving.
"I'll go back first, you guys are busy."
"Then you go back."
Zhao Bosheng greeted her, and then everyone dispersed and went home.
When he got home, he told Song Fuxue that he wanted to spend two taels of silver to buy a small shop next to Zhaoji Cloth Shop to sell pies.
Song Fuxue naturally had no objection.
She usually gets a lot of sun, and luckily she is naturally fair-skinned, so she doesn't get tanned. I can't imagine what she would look like if she were dark.
"Actually, since you have the coal stove business, you don't have to sell pies." Song Fuxue pondered for a moment and said seriously.
It's hard work after all.
"I won't go when it snows." Song Mian thought, since she was free anyway, she would be happy to do something to make money.
If she really stayed at home and did nothing all day, she would feel bored.
Wouldn’t life lose a lot of meaning then?
Song Mian insisted, so Song Fuxue stopped talking and started talking about other things.
"Your room has a chimney installed, and the side room next to yours has been made into a study. You can go there to read if you want."
Song Mian thought about the new house that was about to be completed, and the corners of his lips curled up.
As he was speaking, Wenlan came over and asked with a smile, "Should I make you a jacket or a skirt for winter clothing?"
Song Mian pondered for a moment and felt that men's clothes were more convenient.
"A straight robe, or a Taoist robe will do too," she replied.
Song Fuxue listened to her and couldn't bear to see her suffer. She said seriously, "You earned the money under the scorching sun, so you deserve to wear the best. Tomorrow I'll go to town and buy some ermine fur. I'll make you a small ermine jacket with narrow cuffs, small sleeves, and a covered collar. You can wear it inside. It won't make you look pretentious, and it'll keep you warm."
"As for Grandmother, Sister-in-law, and Chi'er, I'll make them into long coats for them to wear when they go out. At least they can show their dignity."
Song Fuxue thought that as for the men, they were strong and could just hold on and get through it.
Wenlan was touched by his respectful conduct and said quickly, "Mianmian is a young girl. If she wants to go out and meet people, she only needs it. We don't need it."
Song Fuxue shook her head and refused.
Speaking of making money, my sister-in-law has been very busy these days because of the egg cake issue.
Looking at his expression, Wenlan didn't dare to refute. In her heart, she still followed the idea of obeying her father at home and her husband when she left home. Song Fuxue was her husband's younger brother and now the head of her husband's family, so naturally she had to listen to him.
Besides, this is a good thing.
There was no reason for her to refuse.
Thinking of this, I feel much better.
"Thank you." She thanked him repeatedly.
Song Mian stepped forward, shook Wenlan's hand, and said with a smile, "We are all family. Aunt, please don't be so polite. It sounds strange."
Wenlan held her hand and said gently, "Okay, I won't tell you."
As soon as Song Mian finished speaking, she was gently embraced in a warm embrace, and the woman's gentle comfort was in her ears.
Her heart was boiling with joy. The family affection that she had sought but could not obtain in her previous life was now within her reach in this life.
It's really rare.
"Aunt." She spoke softly and coquettishly.
Although it was my first time, I felt very comfortable with it.
Seeing this, Song Fuxue said that she couldn't bear to watch it and was purely jealous. Her daughter was grown up, so she should be more cautious and they should keep a distance when talking to each other.
"What are we having for dinner?" Song Chi asked.
Although he asked, his eyes were fixed on his sister, and he obviously wanted to eat the food made by his sister.
Song Mian pinched his chubby little face and said gently, "Then sister will stew some meat for you, okay?"
Song Chi: “Yeah~”
He was instantly very happy and went out to play happily.
In the village, he also has friends. If you ask who adapts the fastest, it must be him. In the world of children, it is easy to forget the past.
Song Mian watched him skipping away and also smiled softly.
"The children's world is so beautiful." She couldn't help but sigh.
The innocent happiness that comes from being ignorant of the world makes people curl up the corners of their lips.
"How about making fan ribs and putting a layer of fried vermicelli underneath? It should be delicious." She still remembers the amazement she felt when she first ate this dish. It was spicy, fragrant and delicious.
Looking back now, it's even more tempting.
"Sure." Song Fuxue had unconditional trust in her cooking skills.
No tricks, just pure talent.
The food they cook is incredibly delicious.
Song Fuxue felt his mouth salivate just thinking about it, and he started to feel greedy. He immediately stood up and walked out, saying with a smile, "I'm going to the butcher's to buy some fan bones. Do you want anything else?"
Song Mian thought for a moment and said, "If you have clean large intestines, I'll give you a pound. They'll be delicious when stir-fried with chili peppers."
After Song Fuxue agreed, he took the money and went to the butcher's house.
He goes there every day and is now familiar with the route.
He went to buy it, and Song Mian did the preparations.
Peel garlic, select onions, and wash the pot.
I also picked a few peppers from the string hanging under the eaves and ate them.
Everything was ready. Song Fuxue just came back and cleaned the fan bones. After blanching and draining them, the thin layer of oil in the wok was almost ready for frying.
"Will it work?" Song Mian was a little unconfident as it was his first time blowing something up.
Song Fuxue was even less confident.
"Then you try it."
The two looked at each other.
After this period of practice, Song Mian found that everything in the kitchen was simple, and as long as he dared to do it, he could do it quickly.
She is full of confidence.
Soon, the aroma of meat came out.
When Song Mian saw the yellowish color, he quickly scooped it out with a colander to take a look, not wanting to fry it too hard.
When it’s almost fried, put the vermicelli in and fry it. A small handful will fill the whole pot.
Once everything is done, stir-fry the fan bones with chili peppers.
With a crackling sound, the spicy aroma burst out, which smelled delicious.
At this time, Song Chi couldn't help but come to the kitchen to take a look.
"Sister, it smells so good." He was already drooling.
Song Mian pinched a fan bone for him to eat. There was no chili in his portion, so it was okay to eat it early.
"Thank you, sister." Song Chi blinked his big black eyes and said obediently.
He has a milky voice when he speaks, which is so cute.
Song Mian smiled at him and ordered the stir-fried pig intestines. She also liked this one. It had a soft texture and was quite delicious.
It’s very simple to stir-fry this. Just stir-fry it and then secretly add some spiritual spring water into it.
Delicious and healthy.
Absolutely amazing.
After thinking about it, they are all spicy and contain meat, so I have to stir-fry some vegetables, so I decided to stir-fry shredded potatoes.
Now that we have all three dishes, let’s make some egg drop soup.
Song Fuxue brought out the dishes and said with a smile, "This is a good feast."
Song Zhuo was also happy: "It was my sister who cooked this meal!"
She usually complains about not cooking enough. After all, she has been making pancakes in the morning and her waist is very tired. She wants to have a good rest when she comes back.
"Then eat more." Song Mian touched Song Zhuo's head gently.
Song Zhuo is young, but he was raised by Song Fuxue himself, and he looks like a gentleman.
"Thank you, sister." He replied obediently.
During this period, he helped the private school deal with many things, and he became visibly more stable, and his eyes became calmer.
Song Mian felt a little regretful, he was only ten years old.
In modern times, even in the fourth grade of elementary school, everyone would call him "child" when they saw him.
His family's situation is special, so there's nothing we can do about it.
It's better to be mature than childish.
"Sister, where is this pig intestine from?" Song Chi asked with his head tilted.
He is now very interested in parts of the human body. As long as he asks, Song Mian will answer, and he likes to ask more questions.
But this question is really hard to answer while eating.
"I'll tell you after we finish eating, okay?"
"Um."
After finishing his meal, Song Chi washed his hands and rinsed his mouth. Then he moved a small stool and sat in front of her. He asked innocently, "Where is the large intestine?"
Song Mian touched his stomach with a smile and replied, "In the stomach, where food is digested."
Song Fuxue raised her eyebrows when she heard that.
That's quite subtle.
"Wow, isn't that the stomach's job?" Song Chi asked.
Song Zhenge on the side said cruelly: "Yes, from the stomach to the intestines, and then to the anus, you are very familiar with it."
Song Fuxue slapped him on the back of the head: "Rude!"
Song Chi touched his stomach and belly with his hands. When he touched behind him, although his arms were too short and it was a bit difficult, he seemed to understand something.
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