"Then I'm welcome, thank you, second brother, it's a full 10,000 yuan, and I also have 10,000 yuan of family wealth." Zhao Yuan said with a smile.

A lot of wealth, you must know that in this era, wheat is only sold for 30 iron dollars per catty, and the wheat that can be bought for 10,000 iron dollars is simply sky-high.

"Take it, you deserve it." Wan Yunjun waved his hand and said.

"Soap sells so well, can't it?" Wan Yunjun probably calculated, give himself 10,000 yuan, then how much he has to sell to have such a high profit.

"Of course, not only soap, but also soap, and even the emulsion made from the by-product of soap production, which is called glycerin, is very popular. Wan Yunjun said with a smile.

The things at the upper level are always easier to promote, after the soap is promoted, the soap and lotion in the back are sold like crazy, not only Shudi in a short period of time, but also several other places have been promoted, and a stable sales channel has been established, so it has only been a few months, and the light distributed to Zhao Yuan is a full 10,000 yuan.

"Uncle, this is a lot of money?" The corners of Luoluo's mouth were oily, and when she heard Zhao Yuan and Wan Yunjun chatting, she asked.

"A lot of money, Luoluo, keep your money bag!" Zhao Yuan said with a smile.

"Uh-huh, that's great, Uncle eats vegetables. Luoluo said happily, and sandwiched a few cold salad folded ear roots into Zhao Yuan's bowl.

"What about me, Luoluo forgot about the second uncle?" Wan Yunjun pretended to be unhappy and said.

"Uncle Wan eats vegetables." Luoluo immediately gave Wan Yunjun a chopstick dish and said.

After eating, Zhao Yuan and Wan Yunjun didn't talk about things anymore, so they played with Luoluo for an afternoon, and then Wan Yunjun asked Zhao Yuan to draw a few pictures for him, and he went back with a few paintings with a few pictures in the way of sketching.

"Brother Yuan, so much money!" Sending Wan Yunjun away and returning home, Meng Ying looked at the money ticket and said in shock.

"Haha, don't worry, our family will have money in the future, and it seems that we will have to buy a little more land." Zhao Yuan said with a smile.

"This can buy a lot of land, how will I manage it in the future." Meng Ying was frightened, Zhao Yuan had shocked her too much during this time, but when she saw so much money, she was still stunned.

"These are secondary, as long as we are together as a family, with more money and less money, these are secondary." Zhao Yuan grabbed Meng Ying's hand and said.

"I know, Brother Yuan, take it away."

"Okay." Zhao Yuan smiled, if Meng Ying kept this money, she might not be able to sleep well.

Time passed in a blink of an eye, and on this day, Zhao Yuan was lighting a charcoal fire in the house, and Luoluo outside the house ran in and said loudly: "It's snowing, uncle, come out and have a look." ”

"It's snowing, I don't know if there will be snow today." Walking outside the house, Zhao Yuan looked at the girl who was running happily in the yard, but his thoughts drifted to the future with the flying snowflakes.

Modern Zhao Yuan's family is in the north, when he was a child, every time it snowed, the family would build a big snowman, Zhao Yuan was always happy at that time, although the snowman he built was ugly.

"The snow fell a little late this year, and there were already a few heavy snowfalls this time last year." Meng Ying also walked out of the room and stood next to Zhao Yuan and said.

"It's snowing, and it's time to kill the New Year's pigs." Zhao Yuan shook his head, suppressed his thoughts and said.

"The village is going to kill pigs one after another in the past few days, and I'll ask Uncle Meng in a while to see which day is more suitable." Meng Ying nodded and said.

Uncle Meng's name is Zhao Meng, and he is the only butcher in several nearby villages, Zhao Qingyuan's father, recently Zhao Meng is the busiest time of the year, he has to kill several pigs every day, Zhao Yuan's family wants to kill pigs, and he still needs to ask Zhao Meng which day he has time.

The two pigs in the family are more than 200 catties, and they originally planned to sell one and kill the other by themselves, but now the family does not need to sell the pigs, so it was decided to keep the two pigs for their own food.

"Okay, if the pig is killed, we can fill sausages and smoke bacon." Zhao Yuan nodded and said.

"Brother Yuan, what is a sausage?" Meng Ying asked.

"Sausages, that is, clean the small intestines of the pig, and then pour the marinated pork into it, and smoke it." Hearing Meng Ying's question, Zhao Yuan remembered that no one had made sausages in this era, and few people ate them in general.

"I can still do that." Meng Ying said.

"Of course, when our family kills the pigs, we will make sausages." Zhao Yuan nodded and said.

"Uncle, can we build a snowman when it snows a lot?"

"Of course, but now let's get inside and make a fire, don't get cold." Zhao Yuan picked up the girl and said.

"Well, it's fired."

The snowflakes keep drifting and melt as soon as they fall into place, so there should be no snow during the day. In front of the charcoal basin, Meng Ying was doing needlework, and last time Wan Yunjun came over and brought a few pieces of fabric, Meng Ying has been making clothes for the three people in the family during this time.

There was nothing to do at home, Zhao Yuan added some forage to the little donkey Heihu, and also squinted on the chair in front of the brazier, occasionally pointing out the little girl Luoluo to recognize words.

From time to time, there were a few miserable pig cries in the village, whose family was killing the New Year pigs.

Next to the warm brazier, Zhao Yuan seemed to be about to fall asleep, and suddenly the little girl threw herself into Zhao Yuan's arms.

"Uncle, let me tell you one thing, Uncle Tiezi doesn't know as many words as me, yesterday I went to the fifth grandfather's house to play, and I saw that Uncle Tiezi didn't know many words."

"Oh, how many words does Luoluo know?" Zhao Yuan said with a smile.

"There's a lot, there's a lot, uncle, my food book is almost full, you can help me make one."

"Okay, uncle, I'll help Luoluo do it."

In the past few months, the little girl has not only gained a circle, but also a lot of liveliness, with more and more words to know, Zhao Yuan also according to the education of later generations, compiled some textbooks for the little girl to learn, and now Luoluo's level has basically reached the level of the third grade of primary school.

Zhao Yuan got up, moved his somewhat stiff body, took out a stack of paper from the cabinet in the room, cut it, and then bound it into several booklets.

"Luoluo, you know a lot of words now, do you want to keep a diary?" Zhao Yuan finished the booklet and asked.

"What's a diary, uncle?" Luo Luo asked suspiciously.

"A diary is to record the things that happen every day that you think you can write down, such as what the weather is like today, what you ate today, who came to our house, how you feel today, etc." Zhao Yuan said with a smile.

"Then I'm going to write, uncle, you have to teach me." Luoluo's eyes lit up, and she nodded her head and said.

"Okay, I'll call you, but Luoluo, you have to insist, when you can write it later, you can write it yourself, this is your secret." Zhao Yuan said with a smile.

It was soon noon, and the snow was falling outside the house, so it was time for lunch.