After a while, a teenager was brought in.

Jiang Wei recognized the boy at first sight, when he was in Yunling Village, he still remembered the kind old woman, and the boy was her grandson.

Jiang Wei remembered that the boy's name was Li De, and now he was no longer wearing clothes that were sewn and mended, but a new set of linen clothes, which for a peasant could only be worn once in several years.

It is not only reflected in the clothing, full of spirit, but also reflects the vision for the future. Now the villagers can also eat pork once in a while. Seven days ago, a black dolphin was killed in the village. The old people in the village couldn't help wiping their tears when they looked at the happy faces of the people in the village.

The days are good, and the simple villagers all remember this kindness in their hearts. When Li De saw Jiang Wei, he didn't hide the adoring face in his eyes.

"Is the old man okay now?"

"Okay, thank you for your concern. This is the dividend of the past ten days, son, you dot it. ”

Li De untied the burden that hung diagonally on his shoulders, and there were a total of seven hundred texts in it. Jiang Wei thought about it, and he was relieved, I'm afraid that the secret recipe will be known.

"No hurry"

Jiang Wei stopped and asked rhetorically

"How much money can I earn a day now?"

"Now there are many more people selling chilled mung bean soup like us a few days ago. Now, I can sell half a barrel a day and earn 20 yuan. ”

Jiang Wei nodded, thinking of the simple villagers who had helped him. If you think about it, I am afraid that it will be estimated to be a few pennies a day, and the market competition will increase rapidly, and if you want to make more, you can only reduce the price. And this drop will cause a price war. In the long run, it's a good thing, after all, ordinary people can afford to eat chilled mung bean soup.

But this is not a good thing for the villagers of Yunling Village.

"Now sell it first, you go back and inform the villagers, the women in the family have withdrawn, go and collect a large number of eggs, as many as they want."

Li De was puzzled, after all, eggs can only be eaten by rich people, and an egg costs a penny on the market. In this era when ten to twelve wen can buy twelve catties of rice, the people are reluctant to eat eggs at all.

"Why do you want to collect eggs?"

Faced with Li De's question, Jiang Wei just smiled mysteriously and shook his fan,

"Of course it's hatching chicks, do you say eggs are worth anything, or are chicks worth money?"

"Of course, chickens are worth a lot of money, and a chick can be sold for five dollars. Childe, you mean ......? ”

Jiang Wei nodded,

"When it pours, I will teach you the fairy art of hatching chicks, and when the time comes, thousands of chicks will come out ......"

Li De was excited just by imagining it.

"I'm going to inform the villagers."

"Wait."

Jiang Wei stopped him, took out a piece of paper, and drew a picture, which was a wooden basket. The wooden frame is sealed as a whole, and the top pin type lid is designed.

In addition, there are two layers inside the wooden frame, the bottom layer is where the iron pipe is located, and there is a hole on the side of the wooden frame to facilitate the insertion of bamboo pipes. The whole is a modern underfloor heating design.

"Each household makes a few, which is used to hold eggs, and is also making a basket equipped with two bamboo pipes, when the time comes to hatch the chicks, it depends on these bamboo shoot pipes, everything is ready, and then come to me, these don't need to be in a hurry, you can sell mung bean soup while doing it slowly."

Li De couldn't understand it, but he still trusted Jiang Wei unreservedly, thanked him and left.

Jiang Wei shook his fan, his face sad. Although what he said just now is beautiful, all this still needs a premise, that is, a thermometer, if there is no thermometer, it is basically a loss of money.

All you need for a thermometer is a glass test tube, as well as alcohol, kerosene, and mercury.

Mercury Datang has it, but there is a lack of glass test tubes. But so far, he can't blow it at all, which feels a little difficult, either staggering or blowing into a heap of soaring.

In addition, he made two glass balls with holes, which is a game, and he played marbles with his sister when he had nothing to do, but he experienced a childhood fun.

"Brother, brother."

At this time, Ruoniang walked in with Xu Hui and Xu Lu, and saw Ruoniang running to him with a smile on her face, holding her arms and shaking,

"Brother, I want to listen to stories, not horror stories."

Jiang Wei couldn't stand their entanglement a few days ago, so he told them some stories about chatting with bad taste, and now those little children are so scared that they don't come to listen to the stories, just to save the cleanliness.

I saw Ruoniang selling cuteness at herself, so she had to shake her head helplessly,

"Okay, then I'll tell Ruoniang a story about the Condor Heroes."

As soon as Xu Hui heard the name, he was attracted. These days, she didn't deliberately avoid Jiang Wei, and luckily didn't hear those ghost stories. But why she wanted to avoid Jiang Wei as soon as she saw Jiang Wei in those days, as for the reason, she herself didn't know. I just always feel flustered and want to get out of the other person's line of sight.

On the contrary, Jiang Wei felt that Xu Hui was normal, because when she faced Jiang Wei, she basically didn't speak and was cold. So far, there has been little communication between the two.

In the last two days, she has found that she has improved a lot, at least she doesn't seem flustered and can face it normally.

Jiang Wei looked at Xu Hui and Xu Lu, nodded at them, and began to recall the TV series of the Condor Divine Condor, well, that is, the Gu Tianle version, this version has been very fond of since I was a child, and I have watched it no less than ten times in total.

At the beginning, when Xu Hui heard that Daogu Li Mochou had killed all the people in the parting pavilion, he was very incomprehensible and felt very cruel.

Jiang Wei successively talked about the past of Li Mochou and Lu Zhanyuan, how they were abandoned, how they were infatuated, and how they were betrayed.

When he spoke, Li Mochou read out a poem with tears in his eyes.

Ask the world, what is love, and the direct religion promises life and death?

There are double flyers in the south and the north, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times.

Happy and fun, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children.

You should have a saying:

Stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, to whom does the shadow go?

Hengfen Road, lonely when the drums, the smoke is still flat.

The soul is a little more groaning, and the mountain ghosts are crying in the wind.

The sky is also jealous, and the warblers and swallows are all loess.

Through the ages, in order to stay for the people, he sang and drank wildly, and visited Yanqiu.

"This is, long or short sentences?"

In the Tang Dynasty, the word was long and short sentences, and there was also a saying called tune. Therefore, in the Tang Dynasty, it was not valued by the literati. In the Song Dynasty, the economy grew rapidly, which can be said to be several times that of the Tang Dynasty. At that time, there were many literati and rioters, so they detonated an industry, that is, Qinglou culture. At that time, the economy of the Song Dynasty accounted for 80 percent of the entire world economy, which was not a joke.

The popularity of words can also be said to have some inseparable relationship with Qinglou. Why is it indivisible? Because the musicians are mainly Qinglou women.

Jiang Wei nodded.

"That's all for now."

Ruoniang is a little unhappy,

"Brother, it's only been an hour."

"Brother still has something, can I tell you about it in the evening?"

Ruoniang let Jiang Wei go, but Xu Lu was not happy.

"Cousin, you are partial, at night, my mother wants us to sleep, and there is no way to listen to the story, so what should we sisters do?"

"Then I'll talk about it tomorrow morning, okay?"

In this way, the two sisters nodded with satisfaction, making Jiang Wei cry and laugh.

Xu Hui didn't go to play with Ruoniang and Xu Lu, and found an excuse to go back to the study alone.

She frowned beautifully, lifted the brush with her slender little hand, and wrote down the long and short sentences she had just heard, reminiscing about the sadness and humble love.

Because of her parents' selective education, this was her first time in contact with love poetry, and she was fascinated for a while.

And Jiang Wei was a little sore in the yard at this time, and he didn't fight for his body, when would he be able to go out? Thinking of being a bachelor in my previous life and in this life, I can't help but feel itchy when I think of the various ancient encounters in the TV series in my previous life.