Mother Zhang took a look at her daughter-in-law's belly and suddenly said, "Xiu'er, I'm good at selling things. When Xiaofang goes to the county town in the future, grandma will go with her. You can say the slogan fluently, grandma will definitely be able to say it fluently."
She pointed at Tian Xinghua.
"There are many people in this family, and your mother is in charge of the household chores, so she can't leave."
My daughter-in-law's menstrual period has been overdue for three days. I hope she can get pregnant. My wife is looking forward to it very much, hoping that my daughter-in-law will give birth to her grandchild!
If she really gets pregnant, the first three months will be very precious, and she won't want her daughter-in-law to run away. Not only is it tiring, but you also have to endure the humiliation. Don't make her grandson mad.
Song Jinxiu did not doubt him, thinking that someone really needed to be in charge of this family. And Zhang's mother is in good health now. She is less than five years old, so it is reasonable for her to want to make money. So I was satisfied.
"Okay, Jinfang, when you make some money, remember to pay Grandma Zhang your wages."
Song Jinfang quickly smiled and said, "Let it go, sister."
Zhang's mother waved her hands quickly, "What's the money? I have to rely on you to provide me with food and clothing. I don't want any money for helping me."
Of course, wages must be paid, but it is too early to talk about it now, so Song Jinxiu said nothing more, and turned around and ordered: "Bi Tao, you will follow the second young lady from now on."
Bitao is Song Jinxiu's maid. She has a particularly pleasing smile, is very eloquent, and is efficient in her work. If she gains more experience, she could become the female manager of a rouge shop.
The Song sisters worked hard in their business to make money, and the crops in their fields turned into golden waves of wheat.
The summer harvest has begun.
The village suddenly became lively, with people of all ages joining in the fun.
But Jinxiu's home remained the same.
They bought more than 100 mu of good farmland, which now belonged to them, but this crop of wheat still belonged to the original family. Only when other people harvest wheat and then plant autumn crops, this is their family's.
At dinner, Chunsheng said, "Tomorrow I will go to Tietou's house to harvest wheat. He went to Linxian to buy wheat bran and sorghum. I went to his house today to check and found that the wheat has been harvested."
His winery started with only 150 taels of silver as capital. He started by digging a wine cellar, brewing and selling a batch of wine, and then buying raw materials. Sometimes the wine is good and you can sell it for a good price, but sometimes it is bad and you lose all the money you made.
The three boys didn't say anything and just worked hard. Fuquan was responsible for sales, Tietou was responsible for raw materials, and Chunsheng was responsible for technology.
Although it has not been opened to the public yet, they have actually sold several batches.
But the quality has always been unstable and it is sold as loose liquor.
Since the summer harvest had begun in the village, Song Jinxiu asked the servants and maids in the family, whoever was free, to go to the village's home for the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled to help.
There are three children in the group. They train in the morning. After breakfast, the older ones also help with the work, and the younger ones are responsible for delivering water.
As a result, a beautiful scenery appeared on the country road in Songjia Village.
Xiao Qiusheng had a lotus leaf on his head, and behind him were five children of similar height, pulling a cart filled with mung bean water cooked at home, which they delivered to every household.
Song Jinxiu found it funny, and her hands started to itch as soon as she saw it.
So she hid in a tree, took out her camera and started taking pictures.
Golden wheat waves, sweat, smiling faces, and a young boy with a lotus leaf on his head. The aunt, who was holding the bowl to collect water, was smiling with all the wrinkles on her face.
What a great harvest scene!
After returning home and entering the space, Song Jinxiu began to paint according to the photos.
Drawing is her only hobby.
Therefore, the storage room in her small building was filled with painting tools, enough to open an art supermarket.
She was best at realistic oil painting. She once painted a Chinese cabbage and gave it to her master, but it was snatched away by her master's friend for three million.
It is said that the painting was named by that person: "Beautiful Can".
That day, Song Jinxiu finally squeezed out the first pot of soybean oil.
I ate fried meatballs for the first time since traveling through time.
The meatballs are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and you won’t feel sick even if you eat too much.
Tian Xinghua exclaimed in admiration, "Is this old woman from Guigu a fairy? It's amazing that oil can be squeezed out of soybeans. How can this be Guigu? This must be the Heavenly Palace, right?"
Considering that her younger brother needed to practice martial arts and Zhang Bangchui needed to prepare for the exam, Song Jinxiu decided to set up a private school in the village.
First, it is convenient for me to study systematically, and second, Jinfang can also enroll in school.
Also, when she came here, she witnessed the power of the clan. No matter who is in the tribe, as long as he has a promising future, he can lead the entire tribe to prosperity.
Just like the Laodenggou Village, there was a prince who came out of the county. It was said that when he returned home in glory, his family alone bought a thousand acres of land.
One thousand acres, how much more is needed?
The Song family only had two acres of land.
Let alone more than a thousand acres, even if they had a hundred acres of clan land, when they left the house with nothing, the share of the clan land would have been enough to feed them.
Therefore, Song Jinxiu wanted to set up an academy in the village. She was not a saint, nor was she doing it to repay a favor. She just wanted to leave another way for herself. After all, the people in the Song family were pretty good.
It is said that you should not look down on the young and poor, because who knows what will happen to them in the future? Whenever there is a promising person in the clan, she will benefit from it.
So she discussed the matter with her brother. Song Chunsheng supported his sister's decision.
Especially when it came to building a private school, something he could never have dreamed of, but Xiaomei explained it clearly and analyzed the pros and cons.
"Xiu'er, do whatever you want. Although I don't know much, I know that your decisions are all for the good of our family. I support you."
Song Jinxiu smiled and said, "Brother, you are already very capable. Second Grandfather even praised you as the most promising person in our village. He drank the wine you gave him and praised you to everyone he met."
Song Chunsheng said embarrassedly: "Second Grandfather is just like that. He praises whoever sends him wine."
The brother and sister chatted and laughed for a while, then got down to business.
The summer harvest was over and the autumn planting was about to begin. Song Jinxiu said, "Brother, we don't grow sorghum anymore. You still need to buy raw materials to make wine."
"Oh, that's fine. We've already found a regular supplier. But instead of growing sorghum, should we grow millet and sweet potatoes?"
Song Jinxiu shook her head. "I plan to grow sesame and soybeans. I want to open an oil press."
Chunsheng had eaten fried meatballs with soybeans many times, so of course he knew what his sister was doing with soybeans and sesame seeds.
"Okay, you can do it. But sesame seeds are hard to find. How about I ask Tietou to look for them for you when he goes to buy sorghum?"
"No, I have sesame seeds. I also found two bags of peanuts and planted about five acres. Brother, try it. These peanuts are delicious when eaten raw."
As she spoke, Song Jinxiu took out a handful of peanuts and gave them to Song Chunsheng.
These peanut seeds were found by her in the small building, and she cultivated them in the space, and each of them had full grains.
Song Chunsheng was delighted when he saw it.
"This is Luosheng, don't give it a random name."
My sister likes flowers and calls Luosheng "Huahua".
Song Jinxiu scratched her head and thought, let it be, since her brother knew it, it meant there were peanuts here, and she didn't have to explain the origin of the peanuts.
Song Jinxiu's family did not grow sorghum or sweet potatoes. Instead, they planted sesame, beans, and the rare radish on their more than one hundred acres of land.
Songjia Village was suddenly in an uproar, with people saying all kinds of things.
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