The vendors outside can either lower their prices or close their stalls.
Some smart people started to make changes to shoes and hats, but they were not as popular as Buddhist robes.
Song Yuehua calculated that she earned about 80 taels of silver from making Buddhist robes this time.
She and Ji Ming went to the county town and exchanged the silver they earned for four taels of gold and four beautiful small gold ingots.
Ji Ming smiled and said, "This is the first time I've touched gold."
Song Yuehua nodded and said, "Me too, it feels good, take it back and keep it well."
Xiaoyu's birthday this time was not as grand as last year. Xie Wenwu baked a cake, and Xiaoyu, Liu Xue and Bai Shu came to celebrate with her.
When school was over, Zhang Rushan, Zhang Ruchu, Ma Long, Ma Hu, Zhou Xiaohu, Song Xiaocao, and Lan Yu all came to the Song family and gave Xiaoyu some small gifts.
Song Yuehua didn't expect that these children all remembered Xiaoyu's birthday. When she was about to cook some sweet soup for them, they all ran away.
Zhang Rushan stretched his neck towards the kitchen and said, "Stop working, everyone is just here to congratulate us."
"Are you here to congratulate too?" Song Yuehua asked with a smile.
Zhang Rushan said, "I have finished congratulating you, and I don't want to miss the sweet soup."
"Lao Zhang, where is Xiaohu?" Xie Wenwu came out with a cake and looked around.
Zhang Rushan took the two plates of cake and said, "He's gone, I'll eat it for him."
Xie Wenwu said regretfully, "I made a big piece of cake today, specially for you two, why did you leave?"
"Let's do it next time." Zhang Rushan said.
Xie Wenwu nodded and said, "I can't let Xiaohu have any regrets. Next time I will bake one for him to try."
"Alone?" Zhang Rushan raised his head and asked, "What about me?"
Xie Wenwu pointed at the two pieces of cake in front of him and said, "Aren't you eating them?"
Zhang Rushan, "..."
Xiaobao was also eating the cake. Every time she had dessert, she couldn't stop.
Song Yuehua grabbed the cake, ignored Xiaobao's crying, and pried her mouth open, saying, "You don't know how to control yourself at such a young age. If you eat too much, you won't even have a place to replace your teeth!"
Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Dabao doesn't like sweets as much as Xiaobao."
Song Yuehua sighed and said, "Dabao likes to eat meat, so I'm afraid he'll grow up to be a fat boy. Xiaobao likes to eat sweets, so he might have bad teeth and become a toothless old lady. That would be terrible."
Xiaoyu silently put down the cake in her hand and said, "It's not that serious."
Seeing that she was frightened, Song Yuehua chuckled and said, "Just pay a little more attention in daily life. It's not a big problem. Xiaoyu is not picky about food, so I think everything is fine. Everyone remembers your birthday. Are you happy?"
Xiaoyu smiled shyly and said, "I'm happy."
Song Yuehua took out a small jar and handed it over, saying, "Birthday gift, don't blame me for not paying attention. I guess I'll give this to you in the future."
"I'm happy with whatever my sister gives me." Xiaoyu said with a smile.
He opened the small jar and poured out a bunch of tiny gold ingots.
Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment and asked, "Sister, is this copper?"
"Gold," Song Yuehua said, "There are four pieces of gold in the family. We four sisters and brothers each have one. Do you want to keep it yourself, or do you want me to help you keep it?"
When Xiaoyu heard that it was gold, she held it in her hands and said, "Sister, why did you give me this? What if I lose it?"
"Then you better hide it well and don't lose it." Song Yuehua said.
Xiaoyu quickly shook her head and said, "No, sister, please keep this for me. I don't trust myself."
Xiaoyu is still young, so Song Yuehua helped her put the small jar away.
A small jar can hold about twenty gold ingots. Next year, I will find a way to make more money and fill the small jar early.
No matter whether Xiaoyu wants to get married or do business in the future, at least she won't be too insecure about money.
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