Upon touching Song Xia's tightly clenched hand, Song Lao Si immediately backed down: "It's just washing two shoes, right? It's such a simple thing, I'll go wash them clean right now..."
After he went to wash his shoes.
Fang Xiu said softly, "Xia'er, I know you feel sorry for me, but your father is still my husband. If I don't wash his clothes or shoes, what will people think..."
Upon hearing this...
Song Xia looked directly at Fang Xiu and said.
“Mom, do you know why I made Dad wash himself? Didn’t you see how he treated you first? If you want him to change, you shouldn’t spoil him like before.”
"Doing this to him is not good for you, nor for us."
Fang Xiu thought about it and felt that Song Xia's words made sense, so she didn't say anything more.
Song Xia didn't just let it go.
She looked at Fang Xiu and asked, "Mother, do you have any dirty shoes?"
Fang Xiu looked completely bewildered.
Song Xia approached and said, "Just like your father did to you before, throw a pair of shoes in front of him and let him wash them for you."
"this…"
"I...I don't have shoes like that."
Even though Fang Xiu felt that Song Xia's words made sense, she didn't dare to do it.
"Then let's get a pair of these shoes."
Song Xia went to their room to pick out shoes, only to find that her mother only had two pairs of shoes, and the pair currently in the room was for winter.
These shoes, like the cloth shoes Fang Xiu was wearing, had several patches on them.
Song Xia didn't say anything, but mentioned that the backyard was dirty and asked Fang Xiu to throw it to Song Lao Si to wash.
Fang Xiu, carrying her shoes, didn't dare to go over.
"Xia'er, maybe we should just forget about it..."
Song Chun and the others were in the kitchen, where they had already prepared the meal. As they came out of the kitchen, they saw Fang Xiu carrying a pair of dirty shoes, looking at Song Xia with pleading eyes.
They hadn't realized what was going on yet.
Song Xia said in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, "Mother, if you don't let him experience how you feel, he will never know how happy he is."
What is that?
Song Laosi, who was engrossed in washing shoes, raised his head.
Fang Xiu bit her lip and threw her shoes next to Song Laosi.
"What are you doing?!"
Song Laosi stood up abruptly.
Fang Xiu caught Song Xia's gaze and, mustering her courage, stammered, "You, you, what are you looking at? It's just, it's just asking you to wash a pair of shoes!"
"You're wearing winter shoes in this hot weather, and they're so dirty! Are you sick in the head?!"
"You want me to wash your shoes? Don't you have hands?!"
Song Laosi was already unhappy, and now that he had this opportunity, he certainly wouldn't be polite.
Just then.
Song Xia came over.
"You say my mother doesn't have hands? Do you have hands? If you did, would you still make her wash your clothes? Don't give me that nonsense about women staying home to do laundry, cook, and take care of the children. As a man, you can't even support your own family, so what right do you have to demand anything from others?"
"You've lived all these years and not only have you no savings, but you're also heavily in debt. Aren't you ashamed? Don't take everything for granted. My mother doesn't owe you anything!"
"Didn't you say washing shoes was easy? Wash both of these shoes thoroughly."
"Fine, I'll wash it!"
Old Song grabbed a brush and started scrubbing vigorously, without even using soapberry.
Fang Xiu couldn't stand it and went to get the soap.
Song Xia stopped her and told Song Lao Si to go get it.
Song Laosi finally washed himself clean, but he was still filthy, and his trouser legs and shoes were soaked.
During meals.
Song Xia looked directly at Song Lao Si and said, "Is washing shoes easy? You're not even close. Do you know how cold the water is in winter? Do you know what your mother's hands are like in winter?"
Song Laosi had never paid attention to these things before.
After listening to Song Xia finish speaking.
He didn't speak for a long time.
Song Xia didn't expect him to act like a father right away. She glanced at Fang Xiu and the others and said, "Mom, don't sit there, pick up your chopsticks and eat!"
Pots, pans, and other similar items.
Song Xia has already bought the land; now she just needs to cook the minced meat sauce so she can set up a stall in town and sell minced meat noodles tomorrow.
then.
I woke up from my afternoon nap.
Song Xia started stir-frying the mixed sauce.
The noodles sold in town come in two varieties: vegetarian and meat-based.
A bowl of vegetarian food costs four coins.
A bowl of meat costs six coins.
Song Xia thought about her noodles with minced meat sauce. The meat chunks weren't as big as the meat noodles in town, but they tasted better than vegetarian noodles, so she decided to sell them for five coins a bowl.
Although you don't earn much from a single bowl of noodles, the profit can be considerable if you sell a lot.
She said she would sell a bowl for five coins.
Fang Xiu and the others didn't say anything, which undoubtedly meant they had no objections.
The next day.
Fang Xiu woke them all up very early.
Breakfast was fried rice made with leftover rice from last night. Although it wasn't much, Song Qiu and the others were still very happy.
I've had breakfast.
It was still dark outside.
Song Xia and the others went out with torches.
Each person carries some, so it's not too tiring.
They arrived at the city gate and waited for about fifteen minutes before the gate opened.
There weren't many people ahead of them in line, and they entered the city in no time.
We arrived early.
There weren't many people setting up stalls, and there weren't many people buying things either.
Song Xia looked around and found a good spot, then started setting up the stall with them.
Then.
Song Xia started stir-frying mixed sauce on the street.
She felt that this would attract more people.
That's actually true.
The aroma of the minced meat sauce was so strong that it quickly attracted passersby who were shopping.
An old man asked, "Little sister, what are you selling here?"
He asked about it.
Song Qiu said with a smile, "Grandpa, we sell zha jiang mian (noodles with soybean paste)."
Zha Jiang Mian (noodles with minced meat sauce)?
They had heard of braised pork, but this was the first time they had ever heard of zha jiang mian (noodles with minced meat sauce).
Some people couldn't resist the aroma and quickly asked, "How much is it?"
"Five coins a bowl."
Song Xia answered while stir-frying the mixed sauce.
Upon hearing that it cost so much money, some people turned around and left, while others who wanted to eat sat down at the small table behind Song Xia and the others.
The small table was something Song Xia had been tinkering with herself these past few days; it's the foldable kind.
It looks simple but is quite sturdy.
In a short while.
The two small tables were filled with people.
Actually, there weren't many, just eight people.
Fang Xiu and the others were overjoyed and quickly got to work.
There are no seats available.
Those who wanted to eat zha jiang mian (noodles with soybean paste) bought some and ate them standing to the side.
It attracted passersby to come and see.
in this way.
The noodles with minced meat sauce that Song Xia and his friends made sold out in no time.
Although the wait was a bit long, everyone felt it was worth it after eating it.
They all asked them when they would be coming to set up their stall tomorrow.
Song Xia smiled and said, "Tomorrow will be similar to today. Thank you all for your support. If you like it, you can come earlier tomorrow and I'll cook it for you then."
"Yes, yes, thank you everyone for coming."
Old Song grinned and agreed.
He's now eager to know how much money he made today.
Song Xia didn't calculate it while she was outside; she calculated it after she got home and prepared the items.
She just started calculating.
Old Song then asked, "Daughter, how much did we earn today? At least a hundred coins, right?"
Song Xia ignored him.
Calculation complete.
Song Xia smiled and said, "We sold a total of 43 bowls of zha jiang mian today, at five coins a bowl, for a total of 215 coins. The cost was almost half, and we almost made a profit of 100 coins."
"What? Not even a hundred coins..."
Song Laosi was somewhat dissatisfied.
Song Xia glared at her: "You've earned a hundred coins in half a day without even getting any, what are you still thinking about? If you're so ungrateful, go find something to do to pay back the money!"
This girl is getting fiercer and fiercer.
Fearing he would get beaten if he continued talking, Song Laosi told Song Xia that he was going to collect firewood and then left with his basket on his back.
We hadn't gone far.
Song Laosi heard someone calling his name.
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