Chapter 47 Chapter 47 “That’s why people say that misfortune often brings blessings…
"That's why people say that misfortunes often bring blessings. The place that was uncomfortable before has now become a blessing." Song Fuxue sighed.
Song Mian felt a little complicated.
It turns out that there really was a practice of recruiting beauties in history.
A short sentence in history books can cause a huge uproar in real life.
It also cost a huge amount of money. In Songjia Village alone, every family that was called in to see the emperor had to give three taels of silver as a blessing money.
After going through layers of corruption, only a few taels remained in the hands of the people, which shows that the initial amount must have been very high.
Song Mian was silent.
Song Fuxue was so angry that he looked at his father's manuscript in the study for a long time. He sat there all night and couldn't understand why some of his father's students could be regarded as the pillars of the country, while others brought disaster to the country and the people.
He really doesn't understand.
The next day, when he came out, he saw Song Mian packing to go out.
"Are you going to town?" Song Fuxue asked.
Song Mian nodded and said with a smile, "Yes, Dad, do you have anything to bring?"
Song Fuxue nodded and said no.
He felt depressed and uncomfortable, having not slept all night, and his head was dizzy. He looked at Xie Luzhi, gave a bitter smile, and handed over the small seal in his hand.
"You take it." Song Fuxue pursed her thin lips.
It has come to this point, and he has nothing more to say.
Xie Luzhi held the small seal and bowed slowly: "On behalf of the common people, thank you."
Song Fuxue waved her hand.
He didn't want to say anything. His thoughts of loyalty to the emperor and patriotism were at odds with his actions, and his heart was in turmoil.
Coupled with the lack of sleep, I felt unwell.
Xie Luzhi saw that he was upset and whispered, "What we want is peace and prosperity."
Song Fuxue sighed.
Seeing the two people exchanging glances, Song Mian knew what they were going to do, but pretended not to see it. Regardless of whether the Song family was involved in these matters, the Song family was doomed to be in danger.
Zhou Qi would not allow Song Fuxue and Song Zhenge to live.
When I remember it, I will deal a fatal blow.
Song Fuxue figured it out.
Are kings, princes, generals, and ministers of different races?
His daughter is such a good girl, why should she be treated like the old, weak women and children who died unjustly in the Song Mansion?
No one dared to mention these things, just treating them as normal days, but when they woke up in the middle of the night, they were really filled with hatred.
Song Fuxue felt calm.
Watching Xie Luzhi go out with Song Mian and the others.
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The morning frost grew more severe.
There is a layer of white frost on the grass and trees.
Song Mian covered himself more tightly and said with a smile, "I'm suddenly looking forward to snow."
The beautiful scene of a vast expanse of white between the sky and the earth must be extremely beautiful.
Besides, she can take a break.
Tired.
When Song Mian arrived at the pie shop, he heard a stranger at the door asking, "Is this shop delicious? Why are there so many people queuing?"
"This shop is very ordinary. Just ordinary pies. Very ordinary." She replied quickly.
The regular customer was about to retort, but the restaurant was obviously very curious about who was saying that the food was not tasty!
When I saw that it was the shopkeeper himself who said it, I was a little confused.
She stammered, "Yes, generally."
The stranger looked at the crowded crowd suspiciously, looked at it again with some distrust, and finally shook his head and walked away.
A regular customer asked, somewhat puzzled, "Why do you say 'normal'?"
Song Mian smiled and said, "Because there are too many diners now. Any more will burden the store and we won't be able to provide better food and service."
Regular customer: ...
then--
When a stranger came to ask how the pie tasted, everyone said "it's just average, very average" while eating the pie and drinking the delicious porridge.
At first, Lu Jinshu was a little angry when he heard this. He felt that this was a bit of a waste of Mianmian's hard work. She was obviously so happy while eating, so why was she slandered?
When he heard that it was Song Mian who said that, he instantly understood what was going on.
"It's indeed average." He nodded affirmatively.
Whatever Mianmian says is right.
Under this offensive, some strangers were indeed persuaded to leave.
But there are also some people who are more stubborn. Even if the food is just average, they will still come and try it in person to find out how average it is.
Then I fell into the trap.
When others ask, they also learn to say what regular customers say: "It's just okay, very okay."
Of course, it would be great if there were one less competitor to grab your food.
Song Mian thought that the general offensive would result in fewer people in the store, but unexpectedly, the number of people increased.
Many people see people talking about the store but walking into the store honestly, so they can't help but want to come in and experience it.
There are also honest people who seriously explain that the food in this restaurant is extremely delicious.
Word of mouth that the food is either average or extremely delicious is prevalent, and in this case, people are more inclined to go into the store to try it out to see how salty it is.
There are more people.
Song Mian sold all the prepared fillings in a short while and stood in the empty hall, still a little confused.
Damn, this strategy didn't work.
She chose to lie down and ignore it.
I suddenly had an idea and came up with a plan, which resulted in even more people coming.
Song Mian was tired of counting the money. The physical fatigue and the excitement of counting the money appeared at the same time. The feeling was really great.
"Jinshu, you count." Song Mian handed the glorious task of stringing the money to Lu Jinshu.
Then she can just count the money.
The store is on track and has a fixed daily turnover.
The string of coins strung together by Lu Jinshu was not much different from what Song Mian had guessed.
"After opening a big store, the daily turnover has indeed increased fivefold." Song Mian calculated that the profit was five taels of silver every day, which was more than one hundred taels a month. It was enough to spend for this month alone. Then when the road was blocked by heavy snow, she would have money to spend even if she didn't come home.
Song Mian carefully calculated and found that there was no problem, so he was completely relieved.
"Let's go home." She greeted with a smile.
Seeing her happy, Junsheng also smiled and repeated cheerfully, "Let's go home."
When they reached the middle section of Chaoqian Street, where there were many places selling snacks, Junsheng could hardly walk as he looked at the snacks and stared at her eagerly.
"Buy it." She waved her hand and nodded.
I also bought some extra and took them home for Song Chi and Song Zhuo. The two children studied all day and had few opportunities to go out, so I had to remember to buy them delicious food.
"Great-grandmother likes to eat cloud cakes. Buy one."
"Zhuo'er likes to eat pomegranates, buy some."
Song Mian muttered to himself as he bought them one by one, and also bought some according to the season, so that he could have what he liked to eat and what was in season.
She likes to eat tangerines, so she bought a lot of them.
She could sit there and eat a whole bag of oranges in one go without stopping.
Song Mian also bought pears and apples and put them at home. Whoever liked to eat them could take one and have a bite.
After buying everything, I slowly went home.
The cart was full of things.
After arriving home, she first went to take a look at the progress of the house construction of the Xie family next door. The walls had been built and they were just waiting to put up the beams. After the beams were put up, they could lay the tiles and let them dry for a while.
The layout of his house is the same as his, but the construction time is shortened by half.
It can be seen that money is extremely effective.
Song Mian took a few glances and didn't pay any more attention to it.
With Song Fuxue taking care of the family, everything is fine.
After Song Mian got home and just sat down, he saw Song Zhiwen coming over happily with a bag of fruit.
"I heard from your father that you would be back around this time, so I came to see you, and it turned out to be true." Song Zhiwen spoke a little embarrassedly.
He placed the fruit on the table, rubbed his hands, and then said with a smile, "You know, my disappointing youngest son is getting married in a few days. We'll have a grand banquet, but I'd like to ask for your help."
Song Mian raised her eyebrows. She was only good at making baked pies, but she really didn't know how to make anything else.
Song Zhiwen asked her to bake pies, and said with a smile: "Make it into a vermicelli box, about the same size as a plate, and then cut it into eight pieces. It will look good when displayed, and you will make it delicious."
"I know you make a lot of money in a day, so I'm ordering from you and buying at the original price. You're the one who prepares the items. That's all fine."
He has thought it through clearly.
Song Mian frowned when she heard that. After thinking for a moment, she said seriously, "It's not worth buying. My food is delicious, but the stuffing is good. When the time comes, you can prepare everything and I'll mix the stuffing for you. It won't delay either of us, and you won't have to spend any extra money. How great is that?"
The main reason is that Song Zhiwen has helped her a lot, so it’s hard to say that she is making money from him.
Besides, she was very tired after a busy day in the store and didn't want to add extra workload to herself. Helping to mix the stuffing was simple and easy, and she could also do a favor.
Song Zhiwen heard that she made delicious pies and was very famous in the town, so he wanted to make his banquet more famous.
After hearing what she said, I felt it made sense.
He had eaten her cooking before and knew her cooking skills.
I also know that she really can't cook, and her cooking is relatively mediocre.
Song Zhiwen thought her idea was feasible and nodded repeatedly.
"Anyway, I'm going to beg you for a favor that day."
It is said that people love their youngest son. He really loves his youngest son more and wants to give him the best. Naturally, he wants his marriage to be perfect.
Seeing Song Mian agreed, Song Zhiwen left happily.
She was also a little curious about how her marriage as the son of the village head would be different from that of her neighbors.
That day soon arrived.
In ancient times, weddings were held at dusk, and after the ceremony, the couple would be sent directly to the bridal chamber.
Therefore, after she finished her work in the store, she came back to help mix the stuffing and followed suit.
The head of the village had a wide network of contacts. When she went there, she found that many people she had never met gathered at the head of the village, including the head of the village next door and many people in the town.
The scene is indeed different.
The youngest son of the village head was named Song Lin. He was wearing a brand new dark blue robe with a big red silk flower hanging on his chest, and his face was full of pride.
When he saw Song Mian coming, he bowed and saluted like a scholar, and he looked quite elegant.
"Congratulations, may you have a baby soon and have a happy marriage!" Song Mian smiled and presented his own gift, exchanged a few words with the host, and went to the kitchen.
She was busy with other things and didn't come just to give gifts.
When she entered the kitchen, she saw a large bowl of chopped meat, waiting for her to add seasoning.
Song Mian looked at the pile of food in the kitchen and had a certain understanding of Song Zhiwen's wealth.
As expected of a village head, he looks inconspicuous at ordinary times, but when something happens, he can really come up with money.
She just mixed the stuffing without saying much.
Once it's done, tell the chef and it'll come out.
She found Sun Erya and sat down with her to chat.
"Whose family is this bride from?" she asked curiously.
"It is said that she is a vinegar seller in town. Her brother is a scholar. Her family is wealthy and she is also pretty. Song Lin went to the town to buy vinegar from her family and her parents took a fancy to her."
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