Chapter 34 Chapter 34 "Why are you crying?" ...
"Why are you crying?"
As soon as Song Mian got home, he saw Song Chi hiding aside with tears in his eyes.
Looks pitiful.
"I..." He blinked, tears rolling down his face, and he looked even more pitiful.
Song Chi stretched out his chubby little hand, revealing the ink stick he was holding in his palm. Perhaps he had accidentally dropped it, and the top was cracked in half.
"My sister bought it for me." He said, and wanted to cry again.
Song Mian smiled and touched his little face, saying gently: "It's okay, it's normal to have bumps and bruises."
But Song Chi felt so distressed that his little face turned pale.
From his perspective, his family had fallen into poverty and desolation. The ink stick was very expensive. He watched with his own eyes as his second uncle asked Song Zhuo to dip the brush in water and practice calligraphy on the blue bricks.
I am reluctant to use paper and ink.
"Then let's repair the ink stick, okay?" Song Mian said with a smile.
In fact, she also broke an ink stick when she was a child. She was frightened and it was Xie Zhuyu who helped her fix it. She remembered it all.
Song Chi raised her eyes with tears in her eyes: "Can it really be repaired?"
Song Mian nodded.
"Bring me your inkstone."
The two went to the study, first used the ink stick to grind out some thick ink, then applied the ink to the broken part, applying it on both sides, and then put the ink sticks together and tied them with a thin rope.
"Just wait until tomorrow." Song Mian said with a smile.
Song Chi was skeptical: "Really?"
Song Mian nodded.
"If you think the cracks don't look good, you can use thick ink to repair the cracks tomorrow. Although this won't restore it to its original state, it won't hinder its use."
Song Mian touched his little face and comforted him gently: "Next time you encounter something like this, don't hide alone, ask your sister to help you, okay?"
Song Chi's uneasy heart was calmed by her.
"Okay~" He nodded obediently.
He is soft and looks very well-behaved.
Song Mian picked him up, weighed him, and said with a smile, "A little fatter, not bad."
When he first came through, he was very thin and weak. He had just been tortured in prison, and he was too small to bear it.
And now, he finally looks like a child, chubby and plump, with a fair and delicate face, looking like a doll in a New Year picture.
Song Chi held her little face in her hands shyly and smiled with her lips pursed.
"Be good, sister is going to bed." She got up too early at night and her body couldn't bear it if she didn't take a nap at noon.
"Yeah." Song Chi nodded obediently.
Song Mian went back to his room to sleep.
When I woke up and got up, I heard Lu Jinshu reciting his lessons.
He was learning to recite from Song Zhuo, and he enunciated every word and sentence very seriously.
Song Mian went over and took a look at it, then read it through twice. Then her memory came flooding back and she could recite it.
She never thought that one day she would be able to recite an article by heart by holding a vertical version and reading it from back to front without punctuation marks.
It can be seen that life experiences are different and interesting.
Lu Jinshu blinked.
"You're good at memorizing like this?" He was stunned, realizing that he still had a lot of room for improvement.
Not as good as Mianmian, not as good as Song Zhuo, and barely on par with five-year-old Song Xiaochi.
Song Mian laughed out loud, patted his shoulder, and joked, "Young man, you still need to practice!"
Lu Jinshu: ...
I know, I know.
He has been practicing hard. Lu Jinshu's lips curled up slightly. He was very glad that he had the courage to ask for help that day, otherwise he would not be able to live a happy life now.
People say that studying is hard, but he finds it enjoyable.
Song Mian brought the snack over and said with a smile, "This rice cake tastes good, not too sweet or greasy, and has the fragrance of rice."
It tastes soft and sticky and is very filling.
She handed a piece to Lu Jinshu and asked casually, "Is that right?"
"Yes," he replied.
Song Fuxue took some from her hand, tasted it, and nodded: "If you like it, buy more to keep at home."
"Yes." Song Mian nodded.
Even if she doesn't eat, there are still so many people at home.
"The harvest this month is great. Adding this to the previous savings, it's enough to buy a lot of food. I'll keep some at home and hide the rest in the mountains." Song Mian pondered.
It doesn't feel safe no matter where I hide.
After all, it's all my hard work. Even if no one finds it, there are still small animals in the mountains. Anyway, there will always be unruly people who want to steal the food I have hidden.
Although I haven't hidden it yet, I'm already worried.
After preparing food for the whole year, it is time to prepare New Year's goods. You need two new sets of clothes for the New Year. It will be very cold on the first few days of the New Year, so you need to prepare a decent fur coat.
She counted the number of people on her fingers.
Gao Xiu, Wen Lan, Song Fu Xue, Song Zhenge, Song Zhuo, Song Chi, Lu Jin Shu, Jun Sheng, and herself, a total of nine people, so that would require eighteen sets of fur coats.
A set of fur coats costs at least two taels of silver.
She hissed softly. If she worked hard for another month, she would have enough money to buy a fur coat. But that was not easy.
Fortunately, there is still hope.
She finally understood why clothes could be used as such when people had no money in ancient times. They were really expensive.
Very expensive.
Can be a servant in the house.
Not to mention the preparations for the New Year, but since they don't have to visit relatives, they save a lot of money, and buying gifts also costs a lot of money.
Song Mian pondered for a moment, thinking that it should be enough.
Not only did she earn money from selling pies, she also received dividends from pan-fried buns and the ceramic coal stove, which was enough if nothing unexpected happened.
Song Mian was just thinking about it when he saw Song Zhiwen walking towards him with his hands behind his back.
"Oh, you're all at home." Song Zhiwen greeted with a smile.
Song Mian looked over curiously and called Song Fuxue to come and entertain him.
Song Zhiwen first looked around the yard, then nodded repeatedly: "Really nice, your house is well built. Look at the front door, look at the front hall, it really is a waste of money and beauty is everywhere."
Song Fuxue said politely, "I'll rely on the villagers."
While chatting, Song Mian pushed aside the pottery pieces pressing on the coal stove and peeled off the pottery pieces at the air vent. He fanned the air vent with a cattail leaf fan placed beside him. Only when he saw the fire was burning did he put the kettle on.
"This method of boiling water is so easy to use? Is it fast?" Song Zhiwen asked curiously?
He lived far away and rarely had contact with the Song family, so he didn't know the details of the coal stove.
"Very quickly." Song Fuxue said with a smile: "This was made by my daughter using yellow mud to imitate the stove. Later it was made into pottery, which is more comfortable to use."
After all, clay products are heavy and crude, not as beautiful and durable as pottery products.
After hearing what he said, Song Zhiwen stepped forward to take a closer look.
"This is very convenient to use." I originally thought it was like burning fire in a charcoal brazier, but now it seems that it is indeed different.
Song Zhiwen looked at it and found it strange.
The colder the weather gets, the more you need this.
"Where did you buy this?" he asked.
Song Fuxue smiled and shook her head: "I have several at home, and some are idle. If you want one, just pick it up and go."
Speaking of which, Song Zhiwen is the head of the village. This identity is different. Living in the village, he needs to rely on other people's affairs a lot, so he has to build good relationships with them first. Naturally, he can't be asked to go to the street to buy things as usual.
I do have it at home, so I’ll give it to you if I can.
After hearing the words, Song Zhenge immediately went to the warehouse to get one out.
"Here, I used it when I was making the pig-killing dish. Later, my family couldn't use so much, so I put it away. If you need it, just take it and use it. It's not a rare thing."
Song Fuxue said with a smile.
Song Zhiwen hesitated for a moment, but still felt he couldn't accept it. After thinking for a while, he quickly said, "Well, I see that you don't have chickens at home, so I'll send you a basket of eggs. That's perfect."
He felt comfortable exchanging items for other things.
Song Fuxue was about to refuse when Song Zhiwen waved his hand: "I'm a farmer and won't say such nice things as you scholars. But you accept my eggs and I accept your coal stove. This way I feel comfortable and neither of you suffers any loss. This will make it easier for us to get along in the future."
"Uncle Song is open-minded." Song Fuxue smiled and nodded. "He does things in an extraordinary way."
To be able to manage Songjia Village and make a living under the Song family, one must first have close relationships, second, be able to get things done, and third, be able to do things well.
Now it seems that Song Zhiwen has everything.
Song Fuxue thought that his father was indeed good at choosing people.
After chatting for a while, Song Zhiwen slapped his head and said with a smile: "My brain is not working well now that I am old. I came here to ask you to do something."
Song Fuxue asked curiously, "What's the matter?"
"It's a small matter. It's almost the New Year, and the couplets for the doors of Songjia Village were originally sent back from Beijing. Now we have to write them ourselves. I thought, when the time comes, a few scholars in your family will write the couplets, and whoever wants them can come to your house and get them."
Song Zhiwen raised his eyebrows slightly and showed a meaningful smile.
Song Fuxue understood.
If you want to have good relationships in the village, the most important thing is that you have to be useful.
A little bit of power can be used to control people.
Although they would not bully the villagers, when they wanted couplets for their houses during the New Year, they would come to the Song family for help. In order to take these things into consideration, they would be nicer to the Song family and not offend them for trivial matters.
Furthermore, during the Chinese New Year, when people send couplets to their door, whether it is two eggs, some noodles, or a bag of rice, what they send are all gifts and favors.
Song Mian: ...
Old people are still cruel.
Song Fuxue thanked him repeatedly.
"Last year, it snowed heavily and it was very cold all winter. We couldn't even stretch out our hands. We should prepare early," said Song Zhiwen.
It will be too late if you wait until the root is reached.
Song Fuxue quickly stood up and thanked him for the reminder.
"What's that? We haven't even reached the fifth level yet." Song Zhiwen laughed happily.
He is Song Zhun's cousin and they share the same grandfather.
Song Zhiwen went home carrying the ceramic coal stove.
But after a cup of tea, he asked his son to bring a basket of eggs. Wenlan counted them when she put them away and found there were about thirty eggs. It was obvious that Song Zhiwen had estimated the price of the coal stove and sent the eggs specially.
"So many eggs, enough to eat for several days." Song Mian was also happy.
We don’t have chickens at home, so we buy eggs from town.
It is also a considerable expense.
But this is unavoidable, eggs are an important source of protein and are needed in every household.
"It's safer to eat the chickens we raise at home," Wenlan said with a smile.
The few people looked at the eggs and were very happy. Song Zhiwen was indeed very open and honest in his work.
Song Mian waved his hand and said, "We'll have egg pancakes tonight!"
Everyone: Woohoo!
Song Chi raised his little hand and said obediently, "Can I have some sweet egg pancakes?"
He is a big sweets lover.
Song Zhuo also nodded his head like a chick pecking at rice.
"Do you both want to eat?" Song Mian pondered.
The two looked at her eagerly, and said softly and coquettishly: "Sister~"
Song Mian suppressed his laughter and sighed slightly: "But..."
"Sister, let me give you a back massage."
"Sister, let me massage your legs."
As he was about to come forward to massage her back and legs, Song Mian was ticklish and quickly begged for mercy: "Forget it, forget it, I'll do it for you."
"What about you?" she asked.
The sweet egg pancakes are indeed very sweet, and everyone said they wanted to eat sweet ones instead of salty ones.
"It turns out there are so many people with the same weird tastes as me." Song Mian muttered softly.
This is her original creation.
Who knew that after doing it once, everyone fell in love with it.
At that time, she didn't want to eat buns outside in the morning, so she made her own egg pancakes. She didn't put chopped green onions and salt, but just added some sugar, and she ate them very satisfyingly.
"This sweet omelet should be thinner, so that it will be soft and sweet." Song Mian said with a smile.
Wenlan nodded.
When it comes to eating, younger people have to think quickly.
People like them are a bit conservative.
This sweet egg pancake cooks quickly. It doesn’t need to be baked until both sides are golden brown. Just a little bit of yellow crust will do.
If it is too burnt, it will have no fragrance; if it is too soft, it will taste uncomfortable.
"Sister, it's so sweet." Song Chi said softly with his mouth full of food.
Song Zhuo held the small bowl and ate obediently. When he saw his sister looking at him, he smiled obediently.
Seeing how well-behaved he was, Song Mian felt soft-hearted.
It is said that the second child is the most neglected, and this is indeed the case with Song Zhuo.
She is the eldest and capable, so the family takes care of her more. Song Chi is young and a soft and tender little kid, which makes people feel sorry for his situation and take good care of him.
Only Song Zhuo, who was neither too old nor too young, and was well-behaved and sensible, was always ignored by others.
But he himself is quiet and doesn't like to argue about anything.
The most disadvantaged.
Song Mian cut in line and gave him an extra pancake.
"You're growing, eat more."
Song Zhuo looked at her with sparkling eyes and said obediently, "Thank you, sister."
Song Zhen Ge on the side pouted: "Thank you, sister~"
He deliberately lowered his voice and imitated Song Zhuo's speech.
Song Zhuo: ...
Song Fuxue hit him on the back of the head immediately: "After bullying my daughter, you're now bullying my son, right?"
Song Zhenge: ...
How could he do such a thing? It's really unfair.
"So you bully me?"
"It's just a matter of convenience."
*
Listening to the two of them joking around, Song Mian frowned.
We are finally in the mood to have fun. That's good. Before, everyone was preoccupied with something, so the atmosphere was obviously depressed and not so lively.
"I'm getting hungry after eating the egg pancake. I'll fry some side dishes and cook some mung bean soup later." Song Mian instructed.
As soon as she said that, Lu Jinshu went to wash the mung beans and sat on the coal stove. It would be ready in a moment.
Eat diced lotus root when stir-frying. The diced lotus root in late autumn is delicious and has a fresh fragrance.
Song Mian even boiled it directly and added a drop of spiritual spring water. She could eat a big bowl of it.
After they had their meal, they sat leisurely under the big tree in front of the courtyard to play.
When I looked up, I could see the thatched hut where I lived before. It was still being repaired from time to time and it looked almost the same as before, except that it lacked the breath of life.
"Have you finished your meal?"
Zhao Jufang greeted with a smile.
Hearing the two people chatting, Grandma Liu also came out. She thought for a while, then went back to get a basket, filled it with some bean skin, bean tendons and the like, and also took a handful of dried tofu.
"Miss Song, is this the tofu skin you taught me before?" Grandma Liu asked with a smile.
Song Mian looked over curiously and took a look at the bean curd skin and bean curd sheets, both of which were made very well.
"Wow, your craftsmanship is really good."
It looks like that.
"I went to town to see how it was made, then came back and tried it the way you suggested, and it turned out pretty successfully."
Song Mian checked them one by one and saw that there was no problem, so he felt relieved.
"Just follow this. When the time comes, you can send it to a grocery store or dry goods store and ask them to help sell it on consignment, or you can have your own smart children sell it. It's all fine."
When Grandma Liu heard what she said, she immediately became happy and said happily, "Since you said it's good, it must be of very good quality. I'll make more and take advantage of the new year's wave so that I can sell it."
Song Mian nodded.
Zhao Jufang was kind-hearted. When she saw that Grandma Liu had connections, she was also happy.
"Then you have to be more diligent. Selling things here depends on the cold weather. If it gets any colder, ordinary people won't be able to come out."
The weather is too cold, and you need thick cotton clothes to go out, but not every family can afford them.
At this time, people would choose to hibernate, stay at home and do nothing, thus saving food and clothes.
When Grandma Liu heard this, she happily agreed and handed all the tofu skin to Song Mian.
Then he smiled and said, "Since it's settled, I'll give this to you. From now on, I'll pack your tofu and bean curd sheets for you. Whenever you want to eat them, just come and get them. If you want to do business with me, I'll only charge you half the price, just the cost price."
This time it was of great help.
She actually wanted to take the money, but she didn't have much, and it would be boring to give her only a few dollars.
Thinking of this, Grandma Liu felt a little embarrassed and quickly added.
"Hey, isn't that too much? If you don't weigh more than ten kilograms a day, I won't charge you!"
She said this with a cruel heart.
Song Mian frowned, knowing that it was not easy for everyone, and she didn't need the money to buy tofu. If she really agreed, she wouldn't save much money in the long run, but she would definitely be full of resentment. It was unnecessary.
"No need for that. It's just talk. If you can make it happen, it's also your hard work."
She declined with a smile.
This is different from teaching your neighbor how to make pan-fried dumplings.
Song Mian said with a smile.
Grandma Liu was initially a bit distressed, but when she heard her refusal, she felt it was her duty to pay, and quickly said, "You have to accept it, or else I'll give you a 10% dividend every day?"
Speaking of which, she slapped her thigh and looked at Zhao Jufang beside her.
"Look, Miss Song is rather shy and doesn't want to accept it. Can you be a witness?"
Zhao Jufang smiled and nodded. "Just calculate the accounts every month and send the money over. That's how it works in my family. I come back at the end of the month, calculate the accounts, and send the dividends directly over. The settlement is clear and understandable."
Song Mian never had to talk much.
"Okay." Grandma Liu nodded with a smile.
Song Mian frowned.
She didn't refuse anymore. At this time, if you want to learn something from others, you have to be an apprentice. You have to do the work, but you won't get paid.
It will take at least three years before you can start a new business.
To be honest, even if we give her 10% of the profit, it would be a very cost-effective method.
Song Mian sent the smiling Grandma Liu away and looked at Zhao Jufang beside him, sighing, "Everyone is so considerate and leaves room for maneuver when doing things. That's really great."
When Zhao Jufang heard her say this, she immediately laughed.
"I can't say anything about other places, but in Songjia Village, the atmosphere there is first-rate. Although there are some cunning and dishonest people, overall, it's still very good."
Everyone in the surrounding villages knows the reputation of Songjia Village.
If a family has a good daughter, they would rather marry her to Songjia Village than to the town. This shows how good its reputation is.
When Song Mian heard this, he immediately laughed.
"That's good."
Zhao Jufang sat under the tree and chatted with her, and then talked about the house in front.
"Her family is also unlucky. The man in the family just passed away, and it hasn't even been a hundred days yet, and the cousins came to seize their land. Seeing that there are only the elderly, the weak, women and children left in her family, they don't understand the past and insist on taking it."
Song Mian: ...
"It's normal. If you show any weakness, a group of people will come and bully you."
For example, when Song Zhun died, Zhou Qi and Emperor Shunde were both his students, the people who knew him best and the most powerful people, so they chose to join forces without hesitation.
The Song family was harmed to this extent.
Therefore, even if Emperor Shunde died in front of her, she would not feel sorry.
I just think that the bitch was punished by God and died a good death.
Zhao Jufang sighed, "That was originally someone else's land, but she insisted it was hers. They've been farming it for decades, and she came to take it away. She pulled up all their wheat seedlings, alarmed the village head, but there's nothing we can do."
Now that family is still crying at home.
There are so many injustices in the world.
"What about suing the authorities?" she asked.
Zhao Jufang looked around and saw that no one was around, so she lowered her voice and said, "Once you enter the government office, you'll have to pay a few taels of silver for bribes. Who among the common people can afford that? They just have to swallow their anger."
If you want others to listen to you, you have to give something.
Song Mian nodded when he heard this.
It has been like this since ancient times.
"Oh, that was difficult." Zhao Jufang sighed, then whispered, "Don't tell me, we ended up alarming Elder Song. He's close to your family, so it took him stepping in to sort it out."
Song Mian was speechless.
"Fortunately, the clan is fair." Zhao Jufang nodded.
Song Mian nodded.
The two of them gossiped for a while, and then Sun Erya came over mysteriously: "What are you talking about?"
Zhao Jufang rolled her eyes at her and said, "You refuse to eat meat properly."
Upon hearing this, Sun Erya's face immediately turned pale: "I really can't eat anymore."
Zhao Jufang heard a rumor from somewhere that pregnant women should eat a chicken a day, so she went to the village and collected a lot of big roosters to stew.
On the first day, she accepted it with pleasure.
The next day, it tasted delicious.
On the third day, the chicken was quite delicious.
…
Ten days passed, and she looked at chickens as if they were enemies.
I always feel like I'm going to turn into a chicken.
"Mianmian said that I can't eat too much fat, otherwise it will be difficult to give birth. In other words, I can't eat so much chicken." Sun Erya said, her whole body revealing a pleading look.
What could she do? She was desperate too.
Seeing this, Song Mian laughed and shook his head.
"You really can't eat too much. If the fetus is too fat, won't it be like a watermelon squeezing out of its nose when it is born?" How scary.
Zhao Jufang: "...Your words are too crude."
Song Mian looked back at her innocently.
To people at that time, she was a little girl who had not yet reached marriage age, so she should not understand these things.
In other words, 'How dare you say that? Don't be ashamed.'
But in modern times, this is the most basic gynecological knowledge.
She didn't think there was anything wrong with saying it.
"Is this true?" Zhao Jufang was a little confused. She had good intentions and was worried that her daughter-in-law would suffer physical harm. She had let it go since she didn't have the conditions before.
The reason why I can eat meat now is that my husband earns money. There is no reason for me to suffer a loss.
Song Mian nodded.
"It's true."
Her face was full of confidence.
Zhao Jufang quickly held Sun Erya's hand and whispered, "I just want you to grow better. So eating too much meat can actually cause harm?"
She couldn't figure it out.
If she had meat to eat, she would be very happy.
"Everything is excessive. Well, no matter what you eat, you will get sick of it if you eat too much." Song Mian explained.
Sun Erya nodded frantically.
She really can't eat anymore if she is fed chicken, duck, fish and meat every day.
There is simply no way.
Zhao Jufang was still a little skeptical.
"Then I'll take turns doing it for you." She finally compromised.
Sun Erya quickly hugged her arms and acted coquettishly: "That's great, mother, you treat me the best! Even my mother didn't let me eat so much meat!"
She was telling the truth.
Zhao Jufang laughed and patted her hands.
She has always been honest with others.
The three of them chatted idly about some village gossip before going home to sleep.
I was reluctant to light the oil lamp when it got dark. In summer, there were more sunny days and the moon at night could be used as the sun, brighter than a tung oil lamp. Although it didn't rain in autumn, it was always gloomy and the moon at night was not bright enough to illuminate the road under my feet.
I couldn’t see anything and could only go home and sleep.
Song Mian went home obediently.
*
When she woke up the next day, she stretched her arm out of the quilt, then immediately pulled it back obediently.
"It's so cold."
The cool air made her curl up in the quilt and put on her inner clothes before coming out to put on her outer clothes.
As soon as I went out, I knew why I felt cold.
The grass and trees outside were covered with a layer of white frost.
It's frosted.
The Double Ninth Festival is in two days, and there is already frost. How cold will this winter be? Is this the Little Ice Age?
She muttered a few words, washed herself with cold water, and kept sighing that she would wash with hot water tomorrow because the cold water was a bit cold for her hands.
The next day.
As soon as Song Mian got up and stretched to wash up, he saw Lu Jinshu tinkering with the coal stove.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
Lu Jinshu smiled and replied, "I'll boil some hot water for you to wash up with."
When he saw her shiver yesterday, he thought of getting up early today to boil some hot water for her.
As soon as Song Mian stretched out his hand, he drew water.
"Try the temperature and see how it goes?" Lu Jinshu asked with a smile.
Song Mian nodded, feeling that the temperature was just right.
"Thank you." She thanked him quickly.
Lu Jinshu pursed his lips and smiled shyly. As long as she was satisfied, that was all that mattered.
After they finished packing, they went to town together.
As soon as I opened the shop door, I saw Zhao Bosheng coming over with a young man in white.
"Huang Guan, let me tell you, this is my brother, Young Master Song!" Zhao Bosheng put his hands on his hips and said happily, "Those breakfasts you like are all made by her. I've been to their house before, and her cooking is delicious. I wish I had met a girl! Then I'll marry him and have delicious food every day."
Huang Guan: "...You are quite promising."
He said seriously, "For me, I think men are also fine. We can become sworn brothers. There's no other meaning. Just give me a bite when I cook."
Zhao Bosheng scorned: "Then you are really promising."
Everyone: ...
The diners were amazed and even seriously considered the feasibility.
"How about opening a restaurant?" The diner rubbed his hands together, indicating that he had plenty of money.
Song Mian wrapped a pie in his hand and said lazily, "Me? Do you know how I cook?"
Everyone said they didn't know.
"If it's a vegetarian dish, just stir-fry it, add the seasoning, and then it's simple. Just add water and start cooking."
"If it's a meat dish, then there's an extra step: fry it until both sides are golden brown, and the rest is the same."
Song Mian spread his hands and said, "If I open a restaurant with this level of skill, I'm afraid it will be ruined within three days."
It’s better to just sell pies honestly.
The diners burst into laughter. The woman holding the child smiled gently, "To be honest, I cook this way too. It doesn't burn the pan, and I don't have to keep stirring. I think it's very convenient."
"I feel the same way."
"So do we."
Several people were talking at once, and Song Mian finally laughed out loud: "So, selling pies is fine, and everyone enjoys them, but if I really want to open a restaurant, my mediocre skills will be useless."
Huang Guan stood by and watched Zhao Bosheng help diligently.
"Hurry up, speak." He urged.
Zhao Bosheng scratched his cheek, a little embarrassed, but still said seriously, "We're doing our ten-day retreat this time, and it's the Double Ninth Festival. We want to go up to Xiangshan Mountain and see the distant view. We need to bring some ingredients for barbecue and drink, but we're not very skilled, and it's difficult to ask Master's wife for help. So, I thought, I've scraped together a tael of silver, how about you help us?"
"We know you're going to sell pies at noon, so we've moved it to the afternoon so we don't interrupt your business."
Zhao Bosheng has considered everything very carefully.
Song Mian agreed.
"Of course. I was saying a few days ago that I'd only be able to sell these pies for another month. If it snows heavily next month, I won't open the shop."
It might not be sold by then.
It was not convenient for them to leave Songjia Village for the time being.
It can only be put on hold.
Besides, after being tired for so long, it would be nice to give myself a winter break.
"You won't come if it snows?" Huang Guan's pupils trembled.
That would mean his breakfast would be gone, which was a bolt from the blue.
"Isn't it going to snow?"
The woman holding the child was also confused. Her child loved the pies from this shop, so she came here every day as if she lived there. But when she heard that they would not sell pies because of snow, she couldn't stand it.
"What will my children eat in the future?"
"What do I eat?"
Song Mian scratched his cheek and almost softened his heart and said that he would come again when it snowed. But thinking that walking on the snowy road was tiring and dangerous, he had to give up.
"If the snow melts, I might come again, but it's definitely not easy for me to come if there's snow."
Song Mian said again.
After several people talked about it, they all found it hard to accept.
"Well, if you have nothing to do at home, make some... steamed buns. They'll keep for a long time this winter, and then truckloads of them will be brought here. When we get home to eat, we can just blow on the steam and they'll be ready to eat."
"That's right, how can we live without the breakfast you make?"
Song Mian frowned.
"We'll see what the situation is like then."
She refused to agree.
Everyone was suddenly disappointed.
Huang was amazed. Selling pies to this extent was a sight to behold. It was amazing.
"Since you have agreed, let's go back to the private school first. Don't forget the afternoon of Double Ninth Festival." Zhao Bosheng reminded again and again.
Song Mian waved his hand: "If I forget, you can come to my house to find me. Can I escape from the monk and the temple?"
Zhao Bosheng: That makes sense.JPG
He waved his hand and left with peace of mind.
Who knows——
The news that pies were not sold when it snowed had spread, and diners, thinking that they would not be able to eat them because of the snow, started to make some revenge purchases.
All her egg cakes were bought in an hour, leaving only the slowly baked pies and vermicelli boxes.
Song Mian wiped the sweat from the tip of his nose, feeling a little confused.
"It's still early, it's not that serious." She hurriedly advised.
The diners didn't listen and just kept paying.
Lu Jinshu's handsome face was also red from his busy work, all from the sweat. Song Mian felt a little distressed when he saw this, thinking that he should not exhaust his family just to make money.
She handed him the kettle and quietly added a drop of spiritual spring water so that he would feel better after drinking it.
Lu Jinshu smiled at her, and when he saw that the basket of egg cakes was empty, he smiled and said, "The egg cakes are sold out. Now we only have flower rolls, pastries, and vermicelli boxes."
Fortunately, these things cannot be rushed. Even if you rush to get them, you have to wait for them to be cooked.
"I really want to lock the young shopkeeper in a small dark room and let him do nothing but trade for a living."
"That's a good idea."
"That's a stupid thing to pay attention to. It's illegal."
"Hey, even talking about it is against the law."
"I have a beautiful girl at home. She has been studying with a scholar since she was young. She is also very good at needlework. She has a natural talent for embroidery. If you are willing to marry me, I will give you a courtyard in town as a dowry. You and your wife can live alone. You can also bring your parents over if you want, but please don't torture my girl."
A woman stared at Song Mian's face and liked him more and more.
The little face is fair and tender, with delicate and handsome features, and quite scholarly.
He is gentle in his work and can do such a good business selling pies. It is not easy just to have a circle of familiar diners around him.
People are always picky when it comes to spending money.
Being able to keep others steady is a rare achievement.
Song Mian: ...
"Sorry." She refused with a smile. Her body did not allow her to marry a beautiful girl.
The diner was just talking casually. She would not be happy if her daughter really married a small trader, but she also felt that the other party's conditions were really good.
She can make money, looks good, has a gentle personality, and is honest to others.
Oh, it would be great if I were a scholar.
Being rejected makes me feel even more regretful.
As they were talking, the last of the pies were sold out. Lu Jinshu was cleaning up the table, Song Mian was washing his hands, and the diners were leaving.
The shop suddenly became deserted.
Song Mian stretched lazily. Even though he had the spiritual spring water, his whole body was still sore.
You need to have a good rest.
After taking several gulps of the spiritual spring water, the uncomfortable feeling in his body gradually faded away and he felt refreshed again.
"Let's go home."
Even though making money feels good, saying the word "go home" feels even better than making money.
Song Mian's eyebrows curved slightly. She really liked the feeling of being together as a family.
"Are you selling persimmons so early?" Song Mian was surprised. The persimmons in Songjia Village were still green and lumpy.
"Buy two pounds to try." Seeing her look at it for a few more seconds, Lu Jinshu took out a copper coin from his sleeve pocket to buy it.
Song Mian stopped his hand and asked the price first: "How much is this persimmon?"
"Three cents a pound," the vendor said cheerfully, "Weigh a few pounds and try it."
"Yeah." Song Mian nodded.
The price is ok.
"Did you buy pies in the summer?" Song Mian glanced at him and asked with a smile.
She often drinks spiritual spring water and has a good memory, so she should be correct.
"Are you Mr. Song who sells pies?" the vendor was surprised.
Song Mian smiled and nodded.
"Since it's you, then you can give me two cents per pound. These are my own persimmons. This year, this tree is the only one that ripens early and is very sweet. That's why I'm selling them."
The vendor said with a grin.
Song Mian said quickly, "It's not easy for you to pick persimmons and carry a shoulder pole all the way here. The price is what it should be. If you feel bad about it, I'll pick a big one for you next time you go to buy a pie!"
The small vendor came here temporarily to sell persimmons because he was not busy at home. He never thought that anyone would remember him.
I was suddenly a little flustered and picked sweet persimmons for her.
"Listen to me," he said.
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