Chapter 45 Chapter 45 Everyone burst into laughter.
Everyone burst into laughter.
Song Mian went to see Grandma Zhao again and asked her to help introduce a capable helper. He explained the conditions clearly and asked them to work together for one day each. This way, they would not be too tired and would be less efficient.
I thought that with one more person, I could finally take a break, but in reality it wasn't much easier, there were still a lot of things to do.
The business in the store is really good.
She makes delicious pies and excellent porridge.
The residents nearby are too lazy to cook for themselves, so they just come to Songji Pie Shop, have a bowl of porridge, a pie or a vermicelli box, and live a happy life.
Song Mian had experienced the pain of hiring people, so he simply asked Aunt Wang and Aunt Song to work together, and hired two more people so that Wenlan would not have to get up early to help chop the meat.
And in this way, she doesn't have to sell a single type of pie. In the past, pies were divided into spicy and non-spicy. Now there are more pies with minced meat and diced lotus root, minced meat and celery, minced meat and winter bamboo shoots, minced meat and radish, etc. It depends on what you like.
"Wow, I love eating celery and minced meat. Celery has a special aroma."
"I actually like winter bamboo shoots! They're delicious!"
“I like lotus root!”
“No one likes carrots?”
"have!"
Zhang Chunhua was the most excited about the expanded variety of pies. She said cheerfully, "I've been thinking it's time to change things up. I get tired of the same flavor all the time, but I can't resist coming back for more."
Damn, how can someone cook so deliciously?
It's simply addictive.
Song Mian pursed her lips and smiled: "As long as you like it, it's good."
"But your store has grown bigger and you are busier. It's not like before when you could just sit by the griddle and chat with us." Zhang Chunhua sighed.
Song Mian looked over and said with a smile, "The new store has just opened and hasn't gotten on track yet. Of course it will be busy, but it will be fine after some time."
Zhang Chunhua said quietly, "It won't get better. We'll just disappear."
It will snow in a few days, so she won't come to open the shop.
Song Mian looked up at the sky.
There is no way to answer.
I could only laugh and let it go.
When Zhang Chunhua thought about it, she felt that life was meaningless.
It's just too bitter.
Song Mian smiled and said, "I'll come again in the spring of next year."
With more staff in the store, the customer flow has increased and the store can accommodate customers well. Song Mian makes money like water every day, and this feeling is particularly solid.
"I just like money. I feel satisfied when I can make money."
I like the feeling of the piggy bank filling up little by little, it’s very comfortable.
Song Fuxue was helpless. The child had loved silver since she was a child. Before the Song family got into trouble, she was the one who hid the silver the most.
"I used to think money was dispensable, but when I discovered that firewood required silver, I realized it was far more important than I thought. Even the books, paper, and pen I hold in my hands were bought with silver." Song Fuxue said gently, "It's okay if you like money, but you can't let it burden you. If you lose your moral character because of it, that would be more harm than good."
He spoke sincerely.
Song Mian should also be taken seriously.
"Well, I know what you mean, and I won't be burdened by money."
Song Fuxue hummed lightly and said with a smile: "You have always been sensible, I believe you."
She is really a good girl.
Song Mian felt comforted and smiled as well, saying gently, "My ideal is actually for everyone to live together in harmony and happiness, with enough food and warm clothes."
That's why when the store grows bigger and bigger, they will hire people in time instead of taking charge of it themselves.
She needs her free time.
You can't spend all your time on making money.
Song Fuxue laughed and nodded: "This is indeed a good idea."
*
The next day, when Song Mian went to the store, she saw Zhao Bosheng standing guard at the door. When he saw her, he said quietly, "You're getting busier now. It's so hard to see you."
He wants to study, but now he is busy studying and has no time.
"The teacher is even stricter with us now. We have to do our best all day long. If we make a mistake in a word, we have to copy it ten times and get spanked."
Zhao Bosheng stretched out his red and swollen hand and said pitifully, "Your hand is beaten like this, and you still want to write beautifully."
"It's so tragic." Song Mian's face was full of pity.
It's really miserable.
His hands were swollen, but there was nothing he could do but listen to the teacher, or else he would be punished more severely.
It is so sad to hear and makes people cry.
Zhao Bosheng sighed: "I heard that you made a lot of delicious food in this store, so I came here specially to try it."
The body has suffered, so the mouth has to be happy.
He hopes that delicious food can heal all the unhappiness in his heart.
"Then I'll treat you today, just take whatever you want to eat." Poor her good brother.
Before Zhao Bosheng could respond, Huang Guanxian smiled and said, "Your brother is pitiful, and so am I. How about you treat me a meal too?"
Song Mian raised his eyebrows: "Okay, you'll treat me today too."
Huang Guan felt embarrassed when he saw that she responded so straightforwardly.
"You are a businessman, how can I let you suffer a loss? Don't worry, I will give you the money you deserve." He will not give you less.
Because I felt embarrassed, I put more in.
So is Zhao Bosheng.
"It's good enough that you treated me to a meal. It's not easy running a small business like yours, so don't make it hard on yourself."
His family's wealth was far more valuable than his knowledge. He put copper coins into the money box without hesitation.
Song Mian sighed, and the two teenagers wiped their mouths, grabbed their schoolbags and walked away.
"Hey, don't run so fast."
Zhao Bosheng waved his hand and said, "Let's go."
Song Mian looked at his smile bathed in the sunlight, bright and hot.
In a trance, I remembered a sentence from my previous life: the boy is really the sun at seven or eight o'clock in the morning.
That’s great.
The corners of her lips curved slightly.
Seeing her staring at Zhao Bosheng's back, Lu Jinshu walked over, smiled, and said gently, "Mianmian, drink some water."
Song Mian's thoughts were interrupted, and he instantly forgot what had just happened. He took the cup and drank the water.
"You take a rest first, I'll take your place." Lu Jinshu said gently.
He is now very skilled at baking pies and frying vermicelli boxes.
Song Mian was indeed tired, so she stood aside, watching the fire and listening to the diners chatting with her. They were all from the same town, and she was a fixed NPC, so many people knew her. Sometimes when she walked on the street, people would talk to her.
Fortunately, she drinks spiritual spring water all day long, so her memory is relatively good and she can strike up a conversation easily.
"Mr. Song, when you spoke to Mr. Zhao, you were really picky about words. It sounded very unusual."
"Exactly, that's a really powerful word choice."
"Why do you always speak in a loud voice when you talk to us?"
"That's right, we also want to hear elegant words."
When Song Mian heard such an unreasonable request, she smiled and imitated the way the scholar in the opera bowed with both hands. She bowed slowly and looked at Zhang Chunhua in front of her. She said in a controlled tone, "Miss Zhang, I am honored to meet you."
After she finished learning, she felt refreshed.
Zhang Chunhua: ...
"Be good, don't get mad."
Song Mian looked up at the sky. I gave you such a flowery speech, but you are not happy again.
hateful.
Song Mian couldn't help but laugh, and said softly, "We're all from the same village, why are we talking so flowery? I feel like the local accent sounds more familiar."
She thinks both are fine.
Mainly in modern times, people speak in plain language like this.
Don't deliberately use difficult to understand words.
"You're right. I feel awkward when I hear those elegant words." Zhang Chunhua couldn't help but shiver at the thought.
Song Mian smiled and said nothing.
The diners around her felt the same way and nodded continuously when they heard her say that.
Zhao Bosheng didn't know that there would be so much discussion after he left. He only knew that the pies packed for him by his good brother were snatched away as soon as they arrived at the private school.
“This is my snack,” he broke down.
Huang Guan kept his pie very carefully, pressing it under a book so that no trace of it was left and it was hidden.
Seeing his classmates eating happily, he felt a lingering fear.
He almost lost it.
That would be too tragic.
Zhao Bosheng gave him a look, and he immediately understood and handed him the note: "I'll give you half."
Seeing him say this, he nodded in satisfaction.
*
Song Mian finished work.
After hiring a part-time worker, she no longer has to do chores like cleaning, which gives her some free time.
Because the wages were relatively high, Aunt Wang and Aunt Song worked very hard, fearing that they would be laid off.
Song Mian was not too harsh on them. As long as they did their job well, she would even leave some pie for them to take home for their families.
There has to be some small benefits.
As for modern things like towels, washbasins, tooth powder, fruits, etc., Aunt Wang and Aunt Song would be very happy if they were given out.
The two of them even competed with each other in working.
Song Mian was also observing them, and seeing that the two men were indeed hardworking and not the kind of people who would cheat or play tricks, he felt a little relieved.
"It's getting colder."
In the shop, it was hot and I didn't feel cold.
As soon as I walked out of the store, I could feel the biting cold wind, which cut my face and was very painful.
Lu Jinshu looked at her nose, which had instantly turned red due to the wind, and felt a little distressed. He whispered, "It's so cold. Don't come tomorrow. I'll take care of her, so it'll be fine."
He took off his scarf, put it around Song Mian's neck, and adjusted it for her before he was satisfied.
Song Mian was wearing a scarf made of cashmere, which was very warm.
"Looks like I'll have to bring a scarf tomorrow too."
If you are lazy, you will suffer. Don’t do that anymore.
"Yeah." Lu Jinshu said softly, "I'll help you take care of it. It's okay."
She had refused before, saying it was only September and it wasn't cold at all, and she refused to wear a scarf.
Now that I know I’m cold, I don’t need anyone to persuade me anymore. This is indeed a very good thing.
"Let's go home." Song Mian said with a smile.
She likes Songjia Village very much and feels happy when she thinks about going home.
Aunt Wang and Aunt Song also laughed and said happily, "I didn't expect it would be so happy to be able to go home."
She was very tired that day, but when she was given twenty cents, she thought, what's the big deal about being tired? She could still work and couldn't let the shopkeeper feel that she had lost money.
The two groups went their separate ways. Aunt Wang and her friends felt uncomfortable walking with the shopkeeper, so they went alone with Aunt Song.
Song Mian reminded them to be careful and went home with Lu Jinshu and the others.
She didn't like working with her boss before. She always felt that it was very painful to see her boss at work, and she felt like she didn't want to live if she still had to look at her boss after get off work.
Green wheat seedlings can be seen on the road.
It is about one foot long, a little yellow and a little weak. It is due to lack of water and drought. Even if I keep watering it, it will not grow well.
Song Mian felt distressed when he saw it.
The common people depend on these crops for their livelihood. If the crops do not grow well, according to past practice, after paying taxes, there will not be much food left to eat.
"Let it snow soon. It may be a little cold, but at least the wheat can grow."
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