Chapter 166: Start Stockpiling Food
It was noon when Song Yuntang returned home leading a mule carrying two empty buckets.
Song Jinsheng was waiting for her at the door.
"Tang'er is back."
Seeing that he seemed a little depressed, Song Yuntang looked at him.
"What's wrong?"
Song Jinsheng pursed his lips, with a look of helplessness on his face, "Mom came this morning. After she knew I was injured, she told me to go home and recuperate. Dad and my eldest brother will come here to pick me up later."
"How can the food at home be as good as here?" But since Zhao's mother had spoken, she couldn't intervene too much. "Okay, second brother, go back and have a good rest. I'll prepare some medicine for you later. Remember to take it."
Song Jinsheng nodded, "I will come again when my sister gets married. Today's pain is not as severe as yesterday. By the time you get married, the other injuries should be almost healed."
"Even if the pain doesn't happen anymore, you can't do physical work. Second brother, you have to be careful and don't try to show off. If you get any sequelae, you'll be the one to suffer in the future." Song Yuntang warned.
Hearing her words, Song Jinsheng was so moved that his eyes turned red.
"I see."
Song Yuntang not only prepared pills and ointments for Song Jinsheng to take, but also gave him the three pounds of meat and five pounds of flour that Mu Dong and Mu Qiu brought last night.
"If you are unhappy at home, you can come to my place anytime. Then just tell me that I can't leave you here without your watch."
"good."
After Song Jinsheng was picked up by Song Jinbao and Song Jinyuan, Chen Xier came out of the kitchen, wiped her hands on her apron and said, "Miss Song, the meal is ready."
Song Yuntang nodded, "Okay, thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard." Chen said a little embarrassedly, "Miss Song, I think..."
There was a hint of doubt in Song Yuntang's eyes, "What's wrong?"
Chen Xier stammered, "I just want to ask, is there anything you need my help with in your restaurant? Fubao's illness has been cured, and I can't just sit there doing nothing all the time."
Song Yuntang smiled.
"You've helped me a lot on the farm, don't worry, I'll pay you at the end of the month."
Chen waved her hands and said, "I'm not doing this for the wages. Miss Song knows that I was divorced by my husband's family and Miss Song is getting married soon. I'm afraid that if I continue to live here, it will cause trouble for you."
Song Yuntang frowned, "Did my mother say something to you?"
"No, no, aunt didn't say anything." Chen denied.
Song Yuntang said seriously, "This is my manor, and my words are the only ones that count. Just live here peacefully and don't worry about other people's opinions. I believe that not all divorced women are bad."
Chen's eyes were red with emotion.
"Thank you Miss Song."
Song Yuntang nodded slightly, went into the house, took the tools and started making pills.
There is not much stock left, and I have been too busy these days to make these. I have to make more while I have time in the next few days just in case.
…
After lunch, Song Yuntang asked Qiao Da.
"Uncle Qiao, has the busy farming season ended recently?"
"It's almost done." He sighed. "There's really not much to do this year. There are only a few seeds harvested from the fields. If the water truck came out earlier, maybe it would be better. I heard that the price of grain in town has been rising."
He said this and shook his head.
“We don’t know how many people will go hungry this year.”
"How much has the price of food increased?" Song Yuntang asked.
"I don't know about other things, but the price of brown rice has increased by one cent per liter, and I'm afraid it will increase in the future."
Song Yuntang thought about it.
The tavern is about to open and needs food.
Brewing wine and raising chickens and ducks are equally needed. She has to stock up enough food first. If there is a famine, she can sell it. At least she won't lose money.
"We still have some bamboo jars in stock. Uncle Qiao and Uncle Qiao will put their work aside for the afternoon. You can go to the nearby villages and ask who has food to buy. Rice, glutinous rice, wheat, brown rice, shrunken or not, are all fine. When the time comes, bring your mules. If the price is right, we can bring the food back one ton at a time."
Qiao Da and Qiao Er looked at each other.
"OK."
After a short rest, Song Yuntang gave the two men five taels of silver and let them set off with the mule.
The two men did not disappoint her. In one afternoon, they collected nearly twenty shi of unhusked grain at a price of two to three hundred coins per shi.
Song Yuntang also arranged for his four cousins on the farm to start making mud bricks. The small courtyard they currently live in cannot accommodate too many things, so they will have to build a few granaries behind the house to store food.
The key is that this matter must be done quietly and no one else can know about it.
She had already emphasized to Qiao Da, Qiao Er and her four cousins about keeping the matter confidential.
During dinner, she reiterated it to several people.
"Uncle Qiao, Uncle Qiao, and my cousins, you must not tell anyone that I have stored food on my farm. If you need food in the future, you can buy it from me. I will pay you according to the normal price of the grain store and ensure that your family can have enough food."
"We understand." Several people replied.
Song Yuntang said again.
"Starting tomorrow, spend half a day making bamboo pots, and half a day collecting grain to make mud bricks and build a granary. After the wine shop is repaired, if Uncle Cheng and the others are willing to stay on the farm, I will not ask anyone else to help. As long as you don't betray me, I will feed you and I will make sure you don't starve."
During these days at the farm, Song Yuntang was much more generous with food and drink than any of their previous hosts.
Wages will not be delayed and will be settled once every two weeks at most.
There are gifts during festivals.
This is simply a divine host.
"Don't worry, Yuntang girl. I won't tell your parents about what happened here even if they ask." Qiao Da said, patting his chest.
Several other cousins also nodded.
"I won't say a word even if my grandparents hold a knife to my neck." The speaker was Song Changbai.
As soon as he said this, everyone started laughing.
Qiao Er smiled and said, "You little brat, you are a few months older than Yun Tang, how can you be so unreliable? Would your grandparents be willing to put a knife to your neck?"
Song Yuntang smiled aside.
"Everyone, hurry up and eat, and go home early after eating. It will be unsafe to go back late later."
…
The weather these past two days has been much cooler than before, and the sales of sour plum soup have also been a little lower than before. She only makes one pot every day, and packs up her stall and goes back to the village after she sells out.
That day, Mu Dong came to the tavern in a hurry.
"Miss Song, the eldest son of the Lin family has come to the shop to look for you."
Today is August 19th. Song Yuntang was just about to close his stall and go to the clothing store to get his custom-made wedding dress. When he heard Mu Dong's words, he remained calm.
"What does he want me to do?"
"He said he went to the courtyard where you lived in the southern suburbs and found that you had moved away, so he went to the shop. He has been sitting in the Ruyi Inn next door for a long time. That shopkeeper Yuan asked me to look for you, saying that he couldn't afford to offend the Lin family."
Song Yuntang remained calm, "You go back and ask him to wait for a while. I will go find him after I am done with my work. Don't worry, the person he is looking for is me, and he will not easily target you."
Although Lin Jingyao is not a good man.
But he has always been aloof and would not easily make things difficult for the lower-class people like Mu Dong.
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