Gamblers' words are the least reliable.
Song Xia didn't believe it at all; he really wasn't going to gamble anymore.
People like Song Laosi.
He's easily swayed by others; who knows, it won't be long before he's tricked into gambling.
Song Laosi did not answer.
Song Xia swung a broom at him.
Old Song quickly dodged, afraid of being beaten again. He opened his mouth and shouted, "Daughter, please stop hitting me. I'll answer you right now. If I gamble again, you can hit me, punish me by not letting me eat, and making me watch you eat meat."
"Just beating you and punishing you by not letting you eat isn't enough."
"If you gamble again, whichever hand you gamble with, I'll chop off that hand!"
"You know I can do it!"
"If you don't believe me, you're welcome to try."
Song Xia spoke softly, but Song Lao Si's heart trembled.
What will he do if he really loses his hands?
Just imagine that scene.
Song Laosi couldn't help but tremble.
He was thinking.
Song Xia was also thinking about it.
With such meager earnings, when will Song Laosi be able to support his family?
This can't go on.
After some thought, Song Xia decided to teach Song Lao Si how to make noodles to sell, but the money that Fang Xiu and the others had saved up had all been used to treat Song Chun, and now they had no money at all.
If you want to start a noodle business, you'll need at least some initial capital.
I thought about it.
Song Xia decided to go into the mountains again.
This time.
It was just her and Song Laosi.
I don't know if the prey in the mountains moved away, or if there are just fewer of them.
For several days in a row, Song Xia and his group didn't hunt many wild boars, let alone pheasants or rabbits. In total, they sold them for 353 coins.
"That's far too little."
Song Laosi was somewhat dissatisfied.
Song Xia rolled her eyes at him and said, "If you think it's not enough, go rob a money exchange! Money exchanges have lots of money. Even if you don't succeed, you'll just end up with prison food and won't have to worry about food or drink."
Robbery of a bank?
Song Laosi was not very smart, but he wasn't stupid either. Money shops weren't run by ordinary people, and they all had thugs.
He's just asking for trouble by trying to steal it!
suddenly.
Thinking of Song Xia, Song Lao Si blinked and said, "Daughter, I definitely can't rob a bank, but if you do, you might be able to. How about..."
*Smack*
Song Laosi received a blow to the back from Song Xia.
"You really dare to dream!"
"Are you tired of living?"
Song Laosi hurriedly waved his hand.
Song Xia ignored him and asked where the cheapest grain shops in their town were, then headed towards Zhang's, the shop the people had mentioned.
Song Laosi didn't dare say anything more and obediently followed behind her.
I walked through two streets.
They finally arrived at Zhang's shop.
Zhang's shop wasn't big, but the staff were very friendly. As soon as they entered, they came over to greet them: "Gentlemen, what would you like to buy? Don't let our small size fool you, we have a pretty complete selection of grains."
Song Xia asked, "How much is the flour in your shop?"
Upon hearing that they wanted to buy flour.
The shop assistant was a little surprised. He came to his senses and said with a smile, "Our flour costs eight coins a pound. If you buy in bulk, we can give you a discount."
Song Xia wanted to buy more, but she didn't have that much money.
She didn't buy much for the time being, only ten kilograms, because she still needed to buy other things.
Condiments are also sold here.
After some selection, it cost Song Xia a total of 185 coins.
She didn't need to say a word.
Song Laosi put everything into the basket on his back.
I walked out of the shop.
Old Man Song lowered his voice and asked Song Xia, "Daughter, what else do we need to buy now? You said you'd sell noodles, so do we also need to buy bowls and chopsticks? We don't have many bowls and chopsticks at home, it definitely won't be enough for a stall..."
"Make your own bowls and chopsticks."
After answering Song Laosi, Song Xia headed towards the market. She planned to buy some lard to render into pork fat, and also some vegetable oil.
Although there is fatty meat and vegetable oil in her space, it can't just appear out of thin air, right?
Fat was more expensive than pork fat, costing twenty coins per pound.
Song Xia had 168 coins left, and she asked for five catties.
Half-fat, half-lean meat, fifteen yuan a pound, she ordered a pound.
Now he only had fifty-three coins left.
Vegetable oil is cheaper, ten coins a pound, and Song Xia bought four pounds.
The remaining thirteen coins.
Song Xia spent five coins to buy half a catty of moderately priced snacks.
They came on foot and walked back on foot.
As soon as I got home.
Song Xia then took out the snacks and distributed them. Song Qiu and Song Dong were the happiest, saying that this was the first time they had ever eaten snacks in their lives. Although they only got one piece each, they were still quite satisfied.
Song Lao Si stole a glance at Song Xia, afraid that she would beat him up again.
Song Xia noticed this naturally, and she said in a deep voice, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and eat, then go chop bamboo! Remember, don't chop small ones, chop bigger ones, preferably as big as two bowls."
"Cut bamboo? What are you doing cutting bamboo?"
Song Laosi looked completely bewildered.
Song Xia glanced at him sideways, and he immediately shut his mouth and didn't ask any more questions.
Song Qiu wasn't afraid of Song Xia. After Song Lao Si left, she approached and asked, "Second Sister, can I ask you what you're doing cutting bamboo?"
"Make bowls and chopsticks."
After Song Xia told them, she called them to the kitchen and taught them how to make noodles.
She was eager to relax and wouldn't want to tire herself out too much. She planned to teach them so they could do it from then on.
Under her command.
Fang Xiu followed her instructions and poured about a pound of flour into the wooden basin. Then she poured in less than half a pound of warm water and kneaded it continuously. When she got tired of kneading, Song Chun and the others took over.
After kneading the dough, they set it aside and covered it with a damp cloth to let it rest.
The noodles had just woken up.
Song Laosi returned: "Daughter, I've cut down the bamboo. I cut down two stalks. Is that enough?"
"Do it first, then talk about it; if it's not enough, cut it down."
Song Xia walked out as she spoke.
Since there was no saw at home, Song Xia asked Song Lao Si to borrow one from Song Lao Da's family, as they had one.
On the way back.
Song Laosi not only had a saw in his hands, but also a basket of eggs, or to be precise, ten eggs.
Seeing Song Xia staring at him, he quickly explained, "I didn't ask them for it. My mother insisted that I bring it back, saying it's to help you guys get better."
In the end.
He added, "Don't worry, I didn't tell Mom and the others that we're going to town to set up a noodle stall."
He's so tight-lipped, she'll probably praise him, right?
Who would have thought?
Song Xia took the eggs and said, "What are you still standing there for? Go saw the bamboo!"
Song Laosi: "..."
That brat, all she does is boss him around!
Song Laosi reluctantly started sawing bamboo, pouting as he did so, while asking Song Xia how to saw it.
Song Xia could tell from his appearance that he wasn't the type to work.
She put down the eggs and taught him how to saw them, then watched him saw them.
Not long after.
Fang Xiu and the others returned and went to the field to pick vegetables.
As soon as Song Qiu entered the door, she asked, "Second Sister, we're back. How long will it take for Mian to wake up?"
"I can't say for sure either. We'll see later. You guys go pick the vegetables first."
After saying that, Song Xia kicked Song Lao Si.
Song Laosi was suddenly kicked and couldn't help but feel wronged: "What's wrong now?"
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