Er Mazi's arrogant eyes, so that some people are very uncomfortable, but no way, Er Mazi's father's generation, knows how to save money to do business, his business, strictly speaking, is considered a family heirloom, for decades, in this poor village that can't afford to eat salt, can come up with eight pieces of money, equivalent to four taels of silver, is also very good.

Ma Erhu looked out from time to time, even forgetting to smoke, and secretly scolded his son for his ineffective work, according to his estimate, this time should also come!

But he only counted the footsteps, not the time when his son had to go to the field to find people, and the people in the next village cultivated the land a little later than them, and at this time, the end began!

The rest of the people are thinking about the same!

Essentially, it's the same sooner or later, even if it's tomorrow morning, the benefits are the same!

But they don't think so, they always think what if it's too late and there is no salt? Wouldn't it be a loss if you don't have white flour steamed buns?

In addition, if you come earlier, you can still 、、、、、、、、 here in Song Xing

Coco blinked, thought about it, ran to see that there were not many steamed buns in the jar, and quickly moved the clay pot that he ate at home to a more corner.

Song Xingxing went out to chat with the old and young masters, everyone is here, he, the master, is not there, there is always a faux pas!

After about a cup of tea, two people hurriedly walked in outside, and Ma Erhu stood up and greeted him with a smile.

"Father-in-law, why did you come here directly, let's go, go home and have a meal first!" Even though he was anxious to die, this was not what he meant, but his words always made others feel that they had the meaning of showing off.

"Hehe, don't be in a hurry to eat, don't be in a hurry!" Ma Erhu's father-in-law is also from Shajiadian, he looks no more than forty years old, with dark skin, but his body is very strong!

"Song Xiucai, this is my in-laws!" Ma Erhu took his in-law Feng Liuba to the foot of the south wall and said with a red face.

"Hello uncle!" When Song Xing said this, the cigarette pouch was taken out.

Ma Erhu unceremoniously took it and asked Feng Liuba to fill a pot, and then followed Song Xing into the house.

Hot tea, white flour steamed buns, salt on the table!

"Song Xiucai, I heard that you save money here to eat interest, I am from another village, is it the same as your own village? Do you still send salt? This is Feng Liuba's main concern.

Along the way, his hairy-footed son-in-law told him dozens of times, and he always felt that there was no such good thing.

Song Xing understood this mentality, and immediately said with a smile, "Hehe, of course this is true, your second uncle's in-laws, I will give you as much money as I give to Uncle Erhu!" ”

In this way, Ma Erhu has more face!

"Then 、、、 then I'll save money!" Feng Liuba took out the usual money from his arms and handed it to Song Xing.

"Okay, consistent money, 2 cents of interest, on the first day of every month, I will let people send you 20 Wen in the past, this time next year, you come with a note, we will settle the account, this will write you a note!"

The pen, ink, paper, and inkstone have long been alive, Song Xing took the pen and put the book down, and soon finished writing the note, in duplicate, and the two sides pressed their handprints.

"Uncle, this salt is yours now, and there is a white-flour steamed bun!" Now the customers who come to the door, the white flour steamed buns are all eaten one, and one is given!

"Good!" Feng Liuba put the receipt and salt into his pocket, and then drank tea with confidence.

Two white-flour steamed buns, he really wanted to eat them, but after thinking about it, the family also had a month of not seeing white-flour steamed buns, so we will go back overnight and eat them together tomorrow morning!

Everything was done, and Ma Erhu naturally took a bag of salt from the referral before leaving!

The two parents' family walked to the gate of the courtyard, Feng Liuba proposed to rush home overnight, Ma Erhu couldn't persuade him, so he had to send it out of the village and let his son send it again.

Feng Liuba originally went to work in the field today, relatively sleepy, it was getting late, he should have stayed at Ma Erhu's house for one night, but when he thought about it, there were still two white-flour steamed buns in his pocket, and he went to Ma Erhu's house to stay, and met his daughter and grandson, this white-faced steamed bun is given? Or don't give it?

To give? His family hasn't eaten white-flour steamed buns for a long time, and he is reluctant to give it? This Ma Erhu knows that he has two white-flour steamed buns, and he can't get over his face, in case he takes it out politely and is caught in his hand by his grandson, this is the end of the calf!

Well, it's not that you don't love it, it's that you can't afford to love it!

Here, Ma Erhu just sent Feng Liuba away, and the eldest brother Li came, and Song Xing started to work again!

Although the eldest brother came a step late and was taken the lead by Ma Erhu's in-laws, he finally lost face.

Almost the same dialogue, the same process, the only difference is that the eldest brother Li has saved more money, more than three times!

Similarly, a pot of shredded tobacco, a bag of salt, and two white flour steamed buns!

The eldest elder Li and the eldest brother left happily.

For the next hour, Song Xing was almost repeating the same work, and his hand cramped when he wrote the notes.

When he made this advertisement in the afternoon, almost all of Yangjiagou and those who had relatives and friends in other villages ran out.

Even if their relatives and friends don't have money, then there should always be rich in the circle of friends of relatives and friends.

All in all, one bag of salt will be taken for one hand for referring customers, and half a bag will be divided into two hands for referring customers.

According to Song Xing's salt bag, a bag is 30 Wen, and half a bag is 15 Wen, which is more than what they earn by working in the field for a month.

They are willing, Song Xing is of course also happy, as long as he gets the financing in place, he can lend on a large scale, at least, so that the left-behind villagers in the village also have something to do, and they don't have to think about the monthly payment, as well as his physical store plan, which is based on the premise of a large amount of financing.

Song Xing only found out at this time that he underestimated the strength of the villagers, and there were more than 20 customers who came to deposit money.

When it was completely dark, everyone was about to disperse, and at this time, two people walked in outside, one of them was the son of the carpenter of Lao Wang, and the other turned out to be a servant.

Although the official is not an official, he is also an official with a contract, between the government and the people, and if he mixes well, he can be mixed with the regular career after a long time.

The government officials are responsible for the security of a city, but the division of labor is different, and it is divided into three classes: soap, strong, and fast, and it is a huge class and the lowest organization of the state and county yamen. Generally speaking, the soap shift is on duty, the fast squad is arrested, and the strong squad is poor, in fact, there is no clear separation, and the soap and strong second squad share the responsibilities of internal service, standing hall, execution, guard, and road; The fast shift is divided into fast steps and fast horses, and is in charge of arrest.

Carpenter Wang was stunned for a moment, and then greeted him with a smile, obviously, the person who came also exceeded his expectations!