Chapter 30 Chapter 30 "Mianmian, how are you these days?" ...
"Mianmian, how are you these days?"
Song Mian was walking when a familiar clear male voice came from behind him.
She looked back and was somewhat surprised to find that it was Zhou Zheng.
"Aren't you going to..." Uh, she forgot where he went.
Zhou Zheng pursed his lips slightly, his lips moved slightly, and he was a little speechless. After a moment, he said, "I went to Zhejiang to study for more than three months and I'm back now."
Song Mian tilted his head: "Oh."
He looked at the boy behind the little girl with a critical eye, but he had to admit that the boy was handsome and elegant, with no faults to be found in him.
"He is..." I hadn't seen him last time.
Lu Jinshu calmly grasped the cart and walked in front of Song Mian. He said gently, "Mian Mian, how come I've never seen this young master before?"
Song Mian didn't want to communicate too much with Zhou Zheng, so he replied calmly: "An old friend."
Lu Jinshu's eyes wandered over his brocade robe and jade belt. Realizing it was someone he'd known before, he felt reassured and said gently, "If he's an old friend, why not invite him to our home?"
Song Mian frowned.
As expected, ignorance is bliss. He really dares to invite us.
Song Mian gave him an elbow without making any expression.
Lu Jinshu understood and quickly said, "Oh, it seems something happened at home today, I'm afraid it's not very convenient."
Zhou Zheng looked at him standing next to Mian Mian, feeling unhappy, but he had no right to say anything. Seeing that the two of them agreed, he was even more upset, but he still pretended to be polite and said, "It's okay if it's inconvenient. I can go and help."
He wasn't that thick-skinned, but at this moment, he just didn't want to admit defeat.
Song Mian tried to be tactful: "It's really inconvenient."
Zhou Zheng said nothing and just followed her silently.
Seeing his dull expression, Song Mian guessed that his relationship with his father must be average, which was why he resisted silently.
When they returned to Songjia Village, Song Fuxue came out to greet them with a smile, but when she saw Zhou Zheng, her face froze.
"Mr. Zhou." He tried to appear peaceful.
Zhou Zheng pretended not to see it and put the sword on the table. Song Mian took a closer look. The sword was quite beautiful. The scabbard was inlaid with pink tourmaline, while the tassel was green, a very transparent color.
"Uncle, sorry to bother you." He bowed politely.
Song Fuxue thought, he knew you were disturbing him, but you still dared to come. But he also watched this child grow up.
At that time, Mianmian was the only child in the family, and Zhuo'er had not been born yet. He really treated him as a junior. Who knew that fate would play such a trick on him later.
"Go away and don't come here again." Song Fuxue said calmly.
"If your father finds out, he'll probably take action against the Song family again." He said casually.
Zhou Zheng was speechless.
He had no way to refute everything his father did, but he never agreed with it.
Even if he was left out in the cold at the Song family, he didn't want to go home.
"My father doesn't know. According to his message, I will probably be able to return to Beijing in ten days." He played a trick of information disparity.
Song Fuxue patted his shoulder and said, "Go back. After all that happened, there will be nothing to say when we meet again."
Zhou Zheng stood up, his Taoist robe brushing against the sword tassel. He bowed and said in a low voice, "Zheng has never had two hearts. Today, it is Zheng who is guilty. I will repay my uncle's kindness with my life."
After saying that, he knelt down and kowtowed firmly.
Zhou Zheng was Song Fuxue's first disciple.
His calligraphy works were all compiled and written by Song Fuxue himself, which took a huge amount of effort.
I really treat him like my own child.
It’s just the grudges between adults, and children can’t avoid them either.
Song Mian treated him calmly, and Zhou Zheng bowed to her again before turning and leaving.
Autumn leaves turn yellow.
Song Fuxue's expression was filled with a hint of melancholy, and he chuckled softly, "Your grandfather said that when he first met Zhou Qi, he was a man of unyielding character, neither humble nor arrogant. He was worried about the common people and used the last money he had to help the elderly and the weak."
Song Mian sneered: "He who slays a dragon will eventually become a dragon."
Human cells are constantly dividing, cells can become malignant tumors, and people can become evil people.
Song Fuxue didn't take it to heart.
"It's all in the past. We should have less contact with them in the future to save our lives."
In the imperial court, a new emperor appoints his own ministers. Many families have fallen into decline due to political struggles. Generally, after one or two generations, they have the possibility of revival.
This is the confidence of a big family.
"Yeah." Song Mian nodded.
She likes her current life very much and doesn't think there is anything wrong with it.
"The chicken in my house has been fattened up. We can kill it and eat it today. It depends on whether Brother Chi is willing to do so." Song Mian was a little greedy for meat.
When Song Chi heard there was something delicious to eat, he quickly said, "I like it! I love it!"
Wenlan frowned. It was rare to see such a greedy boy.
"Okay, make some meat for Brother Chi." Song Mian said with a smile.
As they were about to go kill the chicken, they heard someone knocking on the door. Song Fuxue went to see curiously, and saw a strange man coming over with half a sheep on his back. When he saw them, he smiled innocently and said, "My master asked me to bring some meat."
Song Fuxue waved her hand: "No need, we won't accept it."
The man just stood there stupidly, looking at them with a sad face.
Song Fuxue: ...
"Okay, put it down and go away. This trick won't work next time."
The man then smiled innocently, curled up his tall body into a ball, and huddled by the door, not saying a word.
He just won't leave.
Song Fuxue stared at him, and he looked at the sky, the earth, and the air.
"Master." He called in a low voice.
Song Fuxue had no choice but to invite him in and whispered, "Are you not living well with your new master?"
The man shook his head.
He clenched his hands awkwardly and said unhappily, "He treats me very well, but... I'm a member of the Song family."
The man's name was Junsheng, and he was indeed very handsome, with a beautiful face. However, what did not quite match his name was that he had hands as big as a palm fan and a body as strong as an iron tower.
Song Mian smiled and gave him a plate of egg cake.
In her memory, Junsheng treated her very well and would use all his money to buy her snacks and candies.
"Miss." Junsheng called.
Song Mian frowned: "From now on, you have to call me Mianmian, or Sister Mian, and not Miss."
That was exclusive to noble ladies, but she is not anymore.
Junsheng nodded: "Mianmian."
After saying hello, he stayed and followed Song Fuxue like a little tail. If he was chased away, he would look at him pitifully, and his eyes would turn red if he said anything more.
"Hey, his family is easygoing and honest, and they have money. Why do you have to live a hard life with us?"
Song Fuxue spoke with deep sincerity.
Junsheng was not stupid when he was a child. He was indeed a handsome boy and the youngest son of his wet nurse. Unfortunately, he had a high fever when he was young and his brain was damaged. His IQ always remained at that of a ten-year-old.
The two grew up together and have a deep bond.
When the accident happened, Junsheng was taken away.
This guy is stupid, he bought something and wants it back.
"Mianmian, it's delicious." Junsheng laughed.
Song Mian's eyes softened: "Then eat more, there's still plenty at home."
Junsheng ate two large pieces in a row, but refused to eat the remaining four or five pieces, saying naively, "Leave them for Mianmian. Mianmian likes sweet food."
Seeing his stubborn expression, Song Mian also took one and ate it, saying with a smile: "Okay, I'm full."
Junsheng's eyes lit up, and he took the remaining egg cake and started eating quickly.
"It's delicious." His cheeks were stuffed.
Song Mian looked at him with some pity. He was a sincere man with clear eyes, and he looked particularly different.
She liked this look very much.
After work, every colleague has his or her own thoughts, so you always have to think more when getting along with them.
Song Mian yawned lazily and wanted to shake the red wine glass again, but unfortunately there was none here. She was in a daze, and Junsheng sat next to her and whispered, "Mianmian, I brought you a small gift, shh."
As he spoke, he handed over a small box.
She took it curiously and saw a box of small gold ingots. He whispered, "I didn't lose the reward I received. Now I give it to you."
Those little gold ingots represent her childhood aesthetic.
From small animals to flowers and grass, they are all made very beautifully.
You can tell at first glance that it is filled with love.
Song Mian held the gold ingot and looked at it in the sunlight. It was the size of a peanut. Such a small box must be worth a lot of money.
"The box of jewelry that the young lady asked me to hide is still buried in my father's grave. When you need it, I will dig it out." Junsheng said in a low voice.
Song Mian:?
What a handsome man!
What a filial Junsheng!
Burying jewelry in a grave is indeed safe to a certain extent.
"Not yet. I'm selling pies and steamed buns now. I'm also selling the egg cake you're eating. We're not short of money at home. The main thing is to stay safe and wait...for the right time."
As soon as Emperor Shunde died, the Song family immediately prospered.
She felt that this kind of life where she could make money by just working hard and stay away from the court gossip was pretty good.
Junsheng didn't understand what timing was, but he listened to Song Mian. If Song Mian told him to go east, he wouldn't go west. If Song Mian told him to catch a dog, he wouldn't chase a chicken.
"Let's have lamb chops tonight." Song Mian thought about it and started to make arrangements.
If you say eat meat, then eat meat.
Junsheng carried over half a fan, which must have been from a freshly slaughtered sheep, the bones were still warm.
"Half roasted and half stewed, can we eat the radishes in the field?"
Song Mian asked.
Song Zhen Ge deliberately pulled it out to see, and with some regret, he extended his little finger: "It's only this thick."
Not developed yet.
Song Mian: ...
"What else can be stewed with mutton?" She looked confused. In her memory, the fixed CP of mutton was red and white radish.
"Braised in clear soup." Song Fuxue suggested.
I always feel that as long as it is made by Mianmian, it tastes delicious even if it is stewed.
Song Mian agreed.
Song Zhuo started picking onions, and Song Chi came to help peel garlic, his eyes full of anticipation.
Song Fuxue went to the warehouse to find the fruit charcoal.
"However, we have been preparing some winter supplies in town these days. While the weather is still warm, we will exchange soybeans for rice and buy more winter vegetables."
Song Fuxue pondered for a moment. To survive the winter, one needs two things: food and warmth. Then, just staying comfortably at home is enough.
We now have a thousand kilograms of rice stored in the cellar, but we haven’t started stockpiling winter vegetables yet and they are all growing in the fields.
The coal and charcoal stored up amounted to nearly three thousand gold and several taels of silver. As there were many people in the family, the house needed to be kept warm, so the chimney had to be kept hot all the time, and it was the coal that kept it warm.
As for charcoal, I just thought that in winter, I could stew a small pot of it and then barbecue it, which would be extremely comfortable.
Song Mian was just about to start chopping the lamb chops with the bone-chopping knife when Junsheng took it over. He stomped his foot and said, "I'm strong, I'll do it."
The lamb chops for stewing should be chopped into inch-long pieces, but for grilled lamb chops, you only need to separate the bones. It is more satisfying to chew on one long piece.
After the mutton was stewed, the fruit charcoal was also lit.
"Where is the barbed wire?" Song Mian asked.
Song Zhen Ge went to look for the wire mesh again. After washing it, he smiled and said, "I'll grill it."
He can do this.
"Okay, then we'll wait to enjoy the delicious food." Song Mian said with a smile.
She had a good attitude and was always calm and composed, which calmed Song Zhenge's anxious heart.
"Sure, I have practiced this." Song Zhenge said with a smile.
He had learned the six arts of a gentleman: rites, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and mathematics. Every time he went hunting, he would barbecue the small animals he caught. He really learned them.
Song Mian was naturally relieved. In fact, she liked it as long as it wasn't her who cooked.
"I believe you." She said seriously.
A moment later.
Junsheng couldn't sit still anymore.
His nostrils flared, and as he sniffed, he asked foolishly, "What's that smell? It smells so good."
While he was sniffing, Sun Erya, who was at Zhao Jufang's house next door, looked over here eagerly and sighed, "They're roasting meat again. It smells so good. Mother, how about you beat me up and scold me, and then I'll pretend to take refuge at her house and get some food?"
Zhao Jufang: ...
"It's good to be a little cunning, but you can't use it to trick Mianmian. Have you given her this month's dividend?"
"Not yet."
Sun Erya's eyes lit up and she understood instantly.
"I'll go and deliver the dividend money!" She grabbed the cash box and was about to go, but then she sighed sadly, "Forget it, I don't dare go. I always feel that it's too pathetic to go for a bite to eat."
But then I thought, it was Mianmian who did it!
Song Mian didn't know that they were so conflicted. After the lamb chops were stewed, he specially asked Song Zhuo to send him a bowl.
"You said there would be grilled lamb chops later, and they will be sent over for you to try." Song Mian instructed.
After all, their neighbors helped them a lot. They never had to worry about the ten acres of fertile land. It was always the neighbors who included their land in their work scope. After finishing their own land, they would immediately go to work on his land.
If you ask for help, they will work for you, but they won't be so dedicated.
Moreover, they don't know much about farming seasons, so they will tell me what they have done so that they don't have to worry about it.
Junsheng held the large bowl and took a bite of meat, his eyes widening.
"It's obvious that following Mianmian is a good life. How can following a new master be a good life? I don't think so." He had never eaten such delicious meat.
Junsheng expressed his dissatisfaction.
Song Mian frowned and said softly, "If you like it, eat more."
Or the lamb chops he brought.
Song Zhenge was grilling the meat. As he kept turning, the lamb chops were sizzling with oil. He said happily, "Brush some chili powder on them. It will taste delicious."
Song Mian smelled the fragrance.
She sat down around Song Zhenge, staring at the lamb chops, and said curiously, "I didn't expect my uncle to have this skill."
There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in this house!
"Mianmian, let me give you a try." Song Zhenge was still very confident.
Song Mian took the lamb chops he handed over and took a bite. They were sprinkled with cumin powder and chili powder. He first tasted the rich flavor, then the slightly charred skin and the tender lamb meat, which was very fresh.
"Well, that's really good." She praised repeatedly.
Only then did Song Zhenge laugh.
"As long as you like it." You know, it takes courage to show off one's skills in front of an expert.
Song Mian ate two in a row before he satisfied his stomach and slowed down his eating.
"That's great." She couldn't help but sigh.
"Let's raise a lamb." Song Mian pursed her lips, feeling that this was feasible.
"Okay." Song Fuxue responded.
Song Zhuo took two more lamb chops to his neighbor's house.
When a few people got tired of grilled lamb chops, they tried stewed ones. If they were still tired of them, they could also try stir-fried green vegetables.
Junsheng stayed there obediently. He was tall and strong, but had a good temper. He didn't move much and just kept eating meat.
"After eating, let's go home." Song Fuxue still drove him away.
After all, the Song family is in danger and no one is better off than him in a new place.
Junsheng pretended not to hear, so he curled up into a ball, covered his ears, and faced the corner, pretending nothing had happened.
Song Fuxue had no way to deal with him.
"Okay, then if anything happens, just run to the wheat field and lie down and hide. Don't get caught, okay?" he warned earnestly.
Junsheng nodded solemnly.
"I know!" he answered loudly.
Song Mian was shocked.
"Don't be so loud, we can hear you," she said quickly.
Junsheng: “Oh.”
He was like a big dog that had done something wrong, lying quietly in his bed.
"You will sleep with...Song Zhuo tonight." Song Fuxue instructed.
Junsheng nodded heavily: "Yes!"
By the time they had finalized the plan, it was already getting late, and everyone preferred to play outside while it was still cool.
As soon as Song Mian walked out of the room, she saw Sun Erya holding her belly while taking a walk. Seeing a few people coming, she greeted them with a smile: "Mianmian, are you guys out to play too?"
"Yes, have you eaten?" she asked.
"Eat it, the meat you stewed is so delicious." Because she was pregnant, she ate a few more bites.
Song Mian looked at him with a smile: "If you like it, I'll ask you to come and eat with me next time."
Sun Erya nodded happily.
She actually wanted to live in her house and give her a bite of everything. She would just eat the leftovers and she wouldn't be picky.
I really want to cry loudly in front of her to see if she will really take her in.
Sun Erya's heart began to stir again.
"Mianmian, I've packed up your dividend for last month and asked Xiaoshu to give it to you."
Seeing that there was money to be made, Song Mian smiled even more cordially, but she politely declined: "Why should I give you dividends? You and Xiaoshu have been working hard on yourselves."
Sun Erya held her belly and smiled contentedly.
She really had no complaints. She could earn money, her mother-in-law treated her politely, and Xiaoshu treated her very well, holding her in the palm of his hand and being subservient to her in every way. He washed her clothes during the day and massaged her shoulders, legs and washed her feet at night. Her life had never been so happy again.
All this is thanks to Tomimimim.
She was kind-hearted and willing to help her, so she taught her how to make pan-fried dumplings. However, they had agreed to share 30% of the profits, and she couldn't just throw the bowl and act like a spoiled child after eating her fill.
"I have to give it to you. If you take the money, I will feel happy. If you have any good things in the future, just don't forget my sister-in-law."
Sun Erya thought very clearly.
He is a nobleman in the capital. Even if he falls into poverty for a while, it will be easy for him to rise again. She has not read much and has little knowledge. She only has a hot temper. She might as well listen to Mianmian more.
That's definitely better than anything else.
Song Mian did not refuse to take the money, but he had a better impression of Sun Erya.
She knows that she has a soft personality, likes to think positively, and is willing to be kind to others. When getting along with others, she first predicts that the other person is a good person and gives him/her a perfect score.
But if she is deceived or hurt, she will just run away.
If the man is okay on the surface and thinks about her on a daily basis, she will be like a little bootlicker, always thinking about the good things about him.
She also thought about changing, but there was no way. She was a child who grew up with kindness and could not give it up, nor did she intend to give it up.
But if she is nice to the other person, the other person must also be nice to her.
Sun Erya came over holding her belly, asked Song Xiaoshu to hand the money box over, and then followed Song Mian for a stroll around the village.
She had only been married for a few months, but she was already very familiar with the village. Many people greeted her with a smile, but felt a sense of distance towards Song Mian.
"Mianmian, I heard there's going to be a temple fair with opera performances in the town in three days. Is that true?"
Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, a big day for celebration.
Song Mian nodded: "That's the news I got."
Having a temple fair is a big event, and people from nearby areas will go to participate in such a grand event. There are not only opera singers at the temple fair, but also acrobatics and a lot of food for sale.
Qinghe Town is adjacent to the capital and has an excellent geographical location. Once a man like Song Zhun emerged, the town developed particularly well.
People from several surrounding towns come to Qinghe Town to participate in the temple fair.
Song Mian thought about it and said with a smile: "We will go out to play that day and not sell pies."
Who knew——
Sun Erya's eyes widened.
"You go and have fun, and let your Jinshu go to sell the goods. You'd be a jerk not to make money. This is not only a grand event for watching the show, but also a grand event for us to sell goods. How could we not sell goods?"
She was so anxious that she just slapped her thigh.
Song Mian knew that she was very motivated, but he didn't expect her to be so strong. He quickly comforted her: "I know, don't worry, be careful not to hurt yourself."
She has been playing with Sun Erya recently and has heard a lot about the precautions during pregnancy.
He laughed three times to make himself happy, but ended up losing the baby.
What happened? Someone just raised his hand to hang clothes, and the child fell again.
During that time, what she remembered most vividly was not the child, but the loss.
It's extremely terrifying.
Sun Erya obviously remembered these topics. Upon hearing this, she quickly stopped moving and said regretfully, "I used to be able to run and jump whenever I wanted, but now I can't."
Always have to consider the children.
"I'm telling you in secret, I'm a little scared of the baby in my belly. It will kick me and it will hurt." Sun Erya complained softly, "You don't know, there's a person in my belly, how scary it is."
Song Mian comforted her gently, but it obviously didn't help much.
"How can there be a person growing in a person's belly?" Sun Erya looked a little worried.
Song Mian hesitated for a moment, but still advised in a less politically correct way: "Although the child is important, I think you are more important. No matter what you do, always put yourself first. No one is more important than you."
Sun Erya looked at her and hushed softly.
"We can't let others hear it, or they will scold us." She couldn't understand why everyone put the children first.
Song Mian looked at her with some pity and nodded obediently.
Sun Erya coaxed her in return: "It's okay, everyone has children, and they are all fine."
Song Mian hummed.
Seeing that it was getting late, the two of them went home.
As it got dark, Song Mian lay on his little bed, looking at the carvings on it. He was stunned for a while and couldn't help falling asleep.
The next day, when she woke up and put on her clothes, she saw a new set of clothes at the door.
She opened it and looked. There was a small coat made of gray squirrel skin and a large coat made of ermine skin.
It must have been sent by my aunt.
Song Mian stared at it and stroked the fur cherishingly.
The autumns during the Little Ice Age were very cold, not to mention the winters. If you wore a cotton jacket, you would feel bloated. However, there is no such concern with fur jackets. They are light and warm, and can be called the ancient version of down jackets.
She tried it on and found it was the right size.
When you shake it open, you can see a thick cotton vest with a layer of paddy field wool on the outside, which is light blue and looks pretty good.
When Wenlan heard her getting up, she smiled and said, "I took scraps of cloth from Zhao's Cloth Shop and went around exchanging them for fine satin. I used it to make you a paddy field dress."
"Thank you, auntie. I like it very much." Song Mian snuggled up to her affectionately, his voice gentle: "Fortunately, auntie is here, otherwise I don't know what to do."
Wenlan pursed her lips and smiled.
As long as she likes it.
Everyone is struggling for life, and she thinks it's good.
"You are such a sweet kid. You make people feel warm inside." Wenlan smiled.
The scars on her face had healed a lot, leaving only shallow marks, revealing her originally delicate face. When she smiled like this, she had the gentleness of a woman and the tenderness that came from the experience of life, making her an especially beautiful woman.
"Aunt, you are so beautiful." She praised again.
Wenlan glanced at her suspiciously. "What else do you want me to do? Just tell me. You're flattering me to the point of frightening me."
Song Mian chuckled: "This is from the bottom of my heart, please don't twist my meaning, Auntie."
"Really?" Wen Lan laughed. "I have a scar on my face. My appearance is ruined. What's the point of being beautiful?"
She was indifferent to it.
Her husband is no longer with us, and no one appreciates her beauty, so there is really no need to pay attention to her.
Song Mian looked at her and said, "If white jade has flaws, it's no longer white jade?"
Wenlan disagreed: "You are just making excuses."
The two looked at each other, both somewhat unconvinced.
"Okay, my aunt is a great beauty, a rare beauty in a thousand years." Wenlan coaxed her, and said that the meat filling was ready and could be loaded into the truck.
Song Mian sighed: "Waking up so early."
Wenlan nodded silently. In this situation, only children could fall asleep on time.
Only children can be carefree.
"I made you steamed meat and egg custard, dumpling soup, and egg pancakes this morning. You should eat some." Wenlan said with a smile.
Song Mian nodded.
"Wow, I'm happy."
After he finished speaking, he saw Lu Jinshu had already put the meat filling and the fermented dough on the plate, and said with a smile: "Mianmian, come and eat."
He has a nice smile and speaks gently.
He is always soft and doesn't seem to have any temper.
Upon hearing this, Song Mian sat down with him to have dinner. After selling goods for a while, the two of them became much more familiar with each other and were relatively casual, just like real brothers and sisters.
Wenlan's skills were honed.
Song Mian ate with relish.
The two of them pushed the cart and were about to leave.
"Book of Jin, come and recite a book as background music." She said with a smile.
After traveling through time, my brain became much better.
She is very good now. She can memorize something after listening to it twice. In addition, the original owner had already finished learning the Four Books and Five Classics, so she can review it even faster.
It's a good opportunity to test Lu Jinshu's learning progress.
"Okay." He agreed directly.
Wenlan: ...
"It's so tiring to have to memorize everything while pushing a cart." Wenlan wanted to stop him.
Song Mian chuckled: "When studying, of course you have to race against time."
The hands are busy and the mouth is idle.
Otherwise, there would be nothing for the two of them to talk about, so they might as well read some books and talk about their understanding.
She tilted her head: "Do you feel a lot of pressure?"
Of course, chatting is only called chatting when both parties are happy. If one party is under a lot of pressure, that would be bad.
"No pressure." Lu Jinshu was very talented in studying, had a good memory, a quick mind, and could sit still. He was a natural-born candidate for the imperial examination.
Song Mian finally felt relieved and said, "If you feel any pressure, just tell me directly and I will find another way to chat."
The road you are used to walking doesn’t seem so far.
The two arrived quickly.
A familiar figure was still waiting at the door. Zhao Bosheng dozed off against the door and said listlessly, "You're here! I woke up from a nightmare so early in the morning. Damn it."
"I dreamed that I failed the imperial examination, woo woo woo."
"When I woke up, both my arms were cold."
It is so sad that anyone who hears it will cry. It is so tragic.
Song Mian comforted him, "That's really tragic. Eat two more steamed buns in the morning to soothe your wounded heart."
Zhao Bosheng was comforted instantly and said obediently, "Okay, then I'll wait for the steamed buns. I want a beautiful steamed bun with the most fillings."
Lu Jinshu opened his thin lips slightly: "Childish."
"I'll do it for you," he said.
"No, I want to eat what Mianmian makes." Zhao Bosheng retorted.
Song Mian frowned, seeing the two arguing like children, and simply smiled and said, "One for each of you!"
We have both, stop arguing.
Lu Jinshu reluctantly said, "Okay, then I'll help you." He said softly.
Song Mian smiled and started to get busy.
Although the Songji Pie shop is small, it is enough for her and is much more comfortable than her previous stall.
Zhao Bosheng also came in to help organize things, chatting while doing so.
"Coal stoves are selling well right now. We mainly sell them in retail and on display. The real bulk of our business comes from orders from merchants. They must have been long-term buyers, but recently some counterfeit products have appeared. After all, you can tell a fake one at a glance."
But Zhao Ji’s business is still good. His father has been doing business for so many years, and as long as he sits in the coal stove shop, he will gain a good reputation.
Some people find it easier to make decisions based on past relationships.
"Last month I sold ten taels of silver, and you got five of them, hehe." Zhao Bosheng said with a grin, "When I first thought about doing this business, I thought I could make a few dozen copper coins so I could buy things my father forbids me to buy."
But now he has made a lot of money, but the problem is! He is reluctant to spend it.
"Every bit of silver and copper is precious enough, I can't bear to part with it!"
Song Mian: ...
"You're a bastard if you don't spend your money! Life is only tens of thousands of days long, why should you put yourself in a difficult position?" Song Mian expressed his incomprehension.
In fact, she is also quite stingy.
He has very low material desires and is not very interested in flowers, jewelry, or luxury goods. He prefers to buy practical things.
If you have her, you will appreciate it. If you don’t have her, then it’s gone.
The main point is that it doesn’t matter.
Zhao Bosheng clenched his fist and nodded vigorously: "Yes! Today I will go and get that Hu brush I've been eyeing for a long time!"
Then--
He stood in front of the brush and hesitated for a long time, unable to bear to let it go.
Instead, he bought a Tang Dynasty scarf and planned to give it to Master Song. He thought that they had been friends for such a long time, and it had brought him such a big business, but he had no return, which was not good.
So Song Mian received a brand new Tang scarf.
"Thank you." She was happy.
Who can say too many hats?
Although they look similar at first glance, there are actually huge differences.
She quite likes the Tang scarf, which makes her look handsome and heroic, and her feminine features are not so obvious, making it easier for her to walk in the market.
Zhao Bosheng smiled and said, "As long as you like it."
She is happy when the person who receives the gift is happy.
Song Mian thought, it was no wonder that she fed him every morning. This kind of two-way friendship was really great.
"Then I'll go back. See you later." She waved to him and followed Lu Jinshu, slowly walking back home.
When the two arrived home, they saw Xie Zhuyu sitting in the yard with a majestic posture. On the simple wooden table was a jade chessboard.
"The legendary green jade? One chess piece is enough to buy my yard and still have more than enough left." Song Mian touched the chess piece curiously. It felt warm to the touch. The other half was white. It was made of white jade, warm and shiny, and looked extraordinary.
"I'll give it to you if you want it." Xie Zhuyu didn't care at all. To him, a chessboard was just a small thing in the treasure house and not worth mentioning.
Song Mian was a little envious, but didn't want it.
"Leaving this thing in the yard will only attract thieves. You'd better take it away." Song Fuxue said she couldn't bear to watch it. This man used to dote on Mian Mian, but now he is becoming more and more unscrupulous.
"Mianmian, if you treat me as your daughter, I will give you the key to my family's treasure house. I will give it all to you."
Xie Zhuyu tried to coax her.
"Or you can marry my boy. You wait for him for two years and he will grow up."
When I think about it this way, it seems feasible.
"I'll bring it to you in a couple of days." He slapped his sword and wished he could go back and bring his son over right away.
Song Fuxue held his forehead with his hand.
"Your child is three years old this year. My Mianmian will have to wait for him to grow up for at least fifteen years. By then he will be thirty!"
This age is good.
Song Mian's eyes moved slightly. She might not be able to get married in fifteen years, but she could hold on until she was thirty without getting married!
"I think it's okay. Uncle Zhuyu's child must be a good child." She said seriously.
Song Fuxue:?
"Are you crazy?" he asked.
He even walked up to her and wanted to touch her forehead to see if she had a fever.
Even - going crazy.
Otherwise I wouldn't be able to say this.
Song Mian burst into laughter. She said happily, "Well, I don't want to get married. I want to spend more time with my family. What's so good about getting married? Going to a stranger's house and calling them dad and mom is so pitiful."
At this time, you have to be given rules and be required to work and have children.
The donkeys in the production team didn't dare to be used like this, but the women could.
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