“Ding ding ding.”
The old patriarch struck the gong in his son's hand with his walking stick, and everyone fell silent when they heard the sound of the gong.
The old patriarch cleared his throat, pressed his hand down to comfort everyone, and then said:
"Xiu girl has already discussed the matter with 놖 and Song Kang about opening a private school."
Song Kang was the name of the village head.
"The girl thinks long-term! He told me that even if we are poor, we cannot let our children's education go to waste. For the betterment of our clan, literacy is the major plan of our Song family. So, no matter how difficult it is, we have to open this private school."
Village head: Do you think you can memorize what the girl said? snort! If you say so, I will.
With the affirmation of the old patriarch, everyone finally believed that Jinxiu's words about letting all the children in the village go to school for free were true.
The noise was still there, the excitement was still there, and the village aunties surrounded Song Jinxiu and scolded her.
"You are such a rascal, kid. Your money doesn't fall from the sky, so why don't you know how to use it?"
"That's right, opening a private school is such a big thing, and they, a bunch of masters, can't do it. Why do you care about these monkeys?"
"Right, right, right. Whoever's child it is should take care of it. Come on, when you have money in the future, keep it for yourself. We won't give it to anyone else, okay?"
These aunts and grandmas! Song Jinxiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
The men who were squeezed out by a group of old women looked at each other.
"Hurry up and tell your wife to shut up. If Xiu girl is really persuaded, our son will have to pretend to be blind."
"I am so ashamed. I am a man of seven feet tall, but I still have to rely on a little girl to raise my son. From now on, the little girl will be my own daughter."
Song Sanzhu, who was squeezed into a corner by the crowd, said: That's my dear daughter.
Widow Sun left Songjia Village in disgrace.
Her original courtyard suddenly became lively.
When Widow Sun left, she smashed all the doors and windows, so those who were supposed to clean the yard cleaned the yard, and those who were supposed to tidy up the doors and windows tidied up the doors and windows.
Those who have children at home are even more active, fearing that if they do less, their children will not be able to go to school.
"Hey, hey, I'll be busy with this later. Is there anything else you haven't talked about?"
The village is really anxious because we haven't found a teacher for the private school yet. When will this courtyard be cleaned up? Let’s talk about oil pressing first.
The old clan leader tapped him with his walking stick and said, "You are old and inexperienced. Why are you in such a hurry? Leave this matter to Xiu girl. You quickly harness the carriage and go find Lian Xiao. He is familiar with the people in Kunshan Academy. See if he can introduce a teacher to you."
Instead of doing what you should do, you always want to steal the limelight from Xiu Yatou. You really have no sense of propriety.
Lian Xiao, as the old patriarch called him, was the eldest daughter and son-in-law of the village head. They opened a calligraphy and painting shop in front of the Kunshan Academy. The people I come into contact with are all scholars.
The village chief was not dead. "Dad, wait until you have made arrangements before you go."
"What are you planning? Do you understand or does the girl understand?"
"Of course Jinxiu knows a lot about oil pressing, but this person needs to be arranged. He also needs to choose a method and make tools, right?"
The old patriarch glared at him and said, "There are only so many of us. It's better to do it step by step. Go find the master first. When you come back, the family will be almost ready."
The old father urged him again and again, and the head of the village had no choice but to tell his son, "Qingshu, go and harness the cart."
"Dad, where's Fuquan?"
Isn't Fuquan usually driving the car?
Qingshu was also very excited. His son was already 18 years old, and he had only studied in a private school for half a year. Later, he had a fight with his classmates and was beaten with a stick by the teacher. He cried and made a fuss, and refused to go there again.
Now Xiu'er is running a private school near her home, and this child can study with her for a few years. Maybe he can even become an accountant.
There are many people who have the same idea as Qingshu.
The head of the village said, "Why are you looking for him? He is busier than anyone else right now."
The head of the village glared at his son angrily. He had no time to spare for all of them who were so busy.
The head of the village looked at Ping An and thought, it seems that this kid has to learn to drive a car. When we have a special car in the future, no one will rely on you.
After sending the boy away, the old patriarch waved at Song Jinxiu with a smile.
"Your grandfather has gone to see the teacher, and the oil press in this academy doesn't know anything. Look at this mess, what should we do?"
The old patriarch patted his waist and said, "Ah, I'm old, I don't have that energy anymore."
When Song Jinxiu saw this, she hurried over to help him, "Great Grandpa, let 놖 and Tiedan help you go back. There are so many uncles here, it won't be difficult to clean up the two study rooms."
The old patriarch waved his hand and asked, "We are running the oil press. Your grandfather is not here. Do you have any rules?"
"Oh, we need to make the tools first, and also stock up on the raw materials."
The old patriarch said quickly: "Then why are you still standing there? Just tell them to do it. The sooner the oil is produced, the sooner we can make money!"
Song Jinxiu frowned, "Great Grandpa, this important link requires reliable people. If we want to make money for a long time, this technology must be kept secret.
These uncles in our village are of course all good, but there are those who can't keep their mouths shut after a couple of drinks, and there are also those whose wives side with their natal family, so these all need to be taken into consideration.
I have no idea who to use and who not to use. And where to build this workshop is up to Grandpa, so let's wait until Grandpa comes back. There's no rush. ”
This girl has considered everything very comprehensively, and he doesn't even need to remind her.
The old patriarch was even more satisfied.
"Your grandfather is going to be gone for two days. When he left, he said that this matter is left to you."
Song Jinxiu looked at the old patriarch's hopeful eyes and nodded, "Okay, then let me do it."
But the groans of the men and the screams of the women and girls were all so powerful, loud and noisy.
She shouted twice, but her voice was drowned out because it was too noisy.
The old patriarch handed her the gong and said, "Beat the gong!"
"Ding ding ding,"
When the gong sounded, everyone suddenly quieted down and looked at her curiously.
Song Jinxiu then said, "Uncle Qingshan, Uncle Huo, Uncle Qi, Brother Fatty... come here."
Those who were named by her quickly put down their work, walked over to look at the old patriarch, and waited for his instructions.
After all, the rule of Songjia Village is: when the gong sounds, either the head of the village or the head of the clan will be appointed.
The old patriarch spread his hands innocently: "Don't look at me, it's the girl who called you."
Song Jinxiu knew that if she wanted these Han people to do things, she had to give them hope.
It is impossible for her to let the whole village visit her own oil press. After all, some things must be kept secret, right?
So the people she picked out are the ones she thinks are the best at the moment. Also prepared to entrust an important task.
Yu also took these people to visit his oil press, let them see soybean oil, and eat meat.
"My dear uncles and brothers, this is the oil press you mentioned. Do you think this soybean oil can be sold for money? If the price is half that of lard, can it be sold?"
"Yes, absolutely." Fat Head was so excited that he wanted to jump up.
Fatty's dad also said, "I didn't expect that soybeans can really produce oil. Although it's not as fragrant as lard, it's half the price of lard. If I want to buy soybean oil, I will definitely buy soybean oil."
Huo said: "Now I believe that Jinxiu really meant what she said about letting my son go to school for free."
With this oil mill, it would be no problem to provide a private school.
Everyone nodded.
They all thought similarly, believing that Jinxiu opened a private school on a whim, and that the boy was kind and wanted to spend any money he had on his fellow villagers.
They all thought that their children should go to school in vain, so they should give as much subsidy as they could and should not bully obedient children.
They felt that if they did not stop Jinxiu from opening a private school, they would be bullying.
They all have private schools, and their own children cannot afford to go to school, but they just wait to take advantage of others. Isn't this bullying?
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