After the incident with Song Jilang, she realized that she was too soft-hearted towards some people.
If you don't control it, then you should prepare for a rainy day and drive out the dangerous elements.
The head of the village sighed, "She is indeed not kind. If you look at it, your father has divorced him. She just moved out of the old Song family. But it is reasonable for you to vent your father's anger."
Song Jinxiu said quickly: "I have no father, and I am no longer related to you. I am only thinking about the reputation of our clan. Widow Sun will not stay in our village. Now that we have a private school, if our village has a good second place in the imperial examination in the future, we will not be affected by her reputation."
Her mother was divorced and sent back to her parents' home. Why did Widow Sun get a divorce? Why do you still want to stay in Songjia Village?
She was unhappy and wanted to chase them away.
The village head was completely speechless.
He felt that listening to the words of this girl who refused to acknowledge her biological father, he was dreaming of becoming a god in heaven.
He was also the runner-up in the imperial examination, which meant he was a top figure. How could they in Songjia Village dare to dream about it?
The old patriarch shook his beard and rubbed his hands in his sleeves. This girl is good. If he observes her for a while, maybe she will take over his job.
His son favors boys over girls and has no courage, he doesn't like it.
No matter whether it's a boy or a girl, no matter whether she has a family or not, as long as she is capable, willing to care about the tribe members, and lead the tribe members to a new level, what's wrong with a girl becoming the tribe leader?
After discussing the matter of opening a private school, Song Jinxiu suddenly took out a small clay pot the size of a palm. He waved his hand with a smile.
"Grandpa, second grandpa, let me show you something good."
The old clan leader and the head of the village were amused by her sudden playfulness, but they still bent over to smell it, and a burst of fragrance rushed into their noses.
"Is this sesame oil?"
Song Jinxiu gave a thumbs up, "Second Grandpa is amazing, he can smell it out at once?"
The head of the village laughed and said, "Nonsense, it smells so good, if I can't smell it, what's the point of keeping my nose?"
Song Jinxiu smiled and began to induce, "Second Grandpa, guess where I got this sesame oil?"
The old patriarch glanced at his son and asked first, "Did Old Li give it to you?"
Song Jinxiu shook her head, "No, I squeezed this out myself. Am I amazing?"
She looked like she was begging for praise. Even the old patriarch was defeated.
He stroked his beard, nodded and smiled: "It's really amazing."
Song Jinxiu looked at the old patriarch with a proud look on her face, and continued to induce, "How did I squeeze it out?"
The head of the village was happy. This damn girl, is she doing this on purpose?
He tried to put on a straight face, "Just say what you want to say. Who would guess if you beat around the bush? You are so shameless."
Song Jinxiu then smiled and said seriously, "I have recently figured out a way to extract oil. Not only sesame, but also soybeans, peanuts, apricots, and rapeseed can all be used to extract oil."
The village head looked incredulous, as if he was listening to something incomprehensible.
He only knew about sesame oil. This was the first time he heard that soybeans could be used to produce oil, as well as rapeseed. How could something as small as a black louse be used to produce oil?
The old patriarch's eyes were bright, and although his son didn't know it, he had heard of rapeseed oil, and of course had never seen it, let alone eaten it.
The head of the village, feeling dizzy, supported his old father who walked briskly, and followed Song Jinxiu to see her oil pressing tools. He ate the meat fried in soybean oil himself, and his little eyes widened twice as much.
"Second Grandpa, my oil pressing tool is a miniature one, like a child's toy, just a model. If you want to really press oil for business, you need to spend several times more than this."
Song Jinxiu stretched out her arms and gestured.
"I'm planning to open an oil press workshop as the first sideline business in our village. Do you think it's feasible, Second Grandpa?"
The village head thought he was hallucinating and asked again, "What did you say? As a blessing for the village?"
Song Jinxiu smiled and said, "A sideline job means a second job. The first and foremost way for the people in our village to make money is farming, and the second way to make money is a sideline job."
The old patriarch fumbled with the oil pressing tools. He saw it with his own eyes and tried it himself. I smelled it and ate the fried meatballs. The taste is really good.
He smacked his lips, knowing how precious sesame oil was. Soybean oil wasn't bad either!
The old patriarch touched his greasy mouth and asked seriously, "Girl, are you sure you want to give the oil pressing technique to the village? This is a golden chicken that lays golden eggs, are you willing to give it up?"
Song Jinxiu nodded and said seriously: "Grandpa, there is no point in our family becoming rich.
We didn’t get to eat meat ourselves, and our grandparents, uncles, brothers, and sisters didn’t even get to drink soup.
Seeing that the tribesmen were still living in poverty with no food to eat. We feel uneasy. ”
Song Jinxiu transformed herself into a saint, talking big, and of course she had to speak in a dignified manner to the old patriarch.
"I want my life to be meaningful and without regrets, so I want to make everyone in our Song family rich.
To ensure that the old have a place to live, the strong have a place to work, the young have a place to grow, and the poor, widows, orphans, the lonely, and the disabled are all provided for. ”
"Good, good, good!" The old patriarch's eyes turned red and he said three good words in a row.
What a wonderful saying: “The old shall have a place to live, the strong shall have a place to work, the young shall have a place to grow, the poor, the widowed, the lonely, the disabled and the disabled shall all be provided for.”
The girl said this, so of course he also "selected virtuous people, spoke with sincerity and cultivated friendship."
At this time he had no more hesitation. This girl was to be his successor.
Song Jinxiu didn't know that she was labeled by the old patriarch because of her words. She smiled and said to the stunned village head:
"Of course, I will also take a cut from the oil press, and part of the cost of the academy will also be paid from the profits of the oil press. Do you think it's feasible?"
The village head was not stunned, he was shocked. When he heard Song Jinxiu's question, he slapped his thigh and said, "Okay, that's great."
With this golden rooster laying golden eggs, what else does he have to worry about?
With Song Jinxiu's guarantee, the head of the village suddenly seemed to be 20 years younger. He walked with a breeze, rang the gong, and notified the villagers to hold a meeting.
Song Jinxiu reminded him, "Second Grandpa, clean up the mess first, then talk about other things."
The head of the village waved his hand at her and said, "Don't show up for this matter. Go home first. I'll call you after I've made the arrangements.
This granddaughter is a treasure, she must be taken care of. He will take care of these dirty things.
As soon as the village chief's gong sounded, people came out of their homes to ask what had happened.
Song Jinxiu seemed to see the scene where the village head grandfather was beating a gong to raise funds for his brother.
She smiled.
The old patriarch also laughed.
This girl is broad-minded and resourceful, and she is ruthless towards people like Widow Sun. Don't be stingy with your tribesmen. More importantly, this girl has something wrong!
She can make wine and press oil. What else can’t she do?
Good, good, the position of patriarch finally has a successor.
He understood what his son meant. His son wanted to protect the girl behind him, but he wanted to push the girl in front of others even more.
A golden scale is not something that can be confined to a pond. Once it encounters wind and cloud, it will turn into a dragon.
If this is a boy, the clan can't get rid of him, but this is a girl, so he has to tie her to the clan.
As long as the child has a promising future, he is willing to bet the entire clan to support her. Because he understood too well what a troubled patriarch would bring to the clan.
The old patriarch walked away happily with his hands behind his back and refused to let anyone support him.
The abdication of the position of clan leader was not decided by him alone; several clan elders had to discuss it.
But the investigation of Xiu Yatou had already begun.
Song Jinxiu didn't know that she was being plotted against by the old patriarch. She saw Tian Xinghua and her brother coming out of the house and grabbed her mother.
"My brother is gone. Mom, the skirt you made for me is a little short. Please alter it for me."
Widow Sun's family will be expelled soon, so mother should not go out, lest she be criticized for talking about her scumbag father divorcing his wife.
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