Midnight.

Tang Zhuangyuan was so painful that he couldn't sleep, and rolled on the wooden couch with his palms covered, which made the wooden board creak: "My hands hurt so much that I can't move my fingers." ”

Song Ming knelt on the couch, lit a candle, and checked the injury on his palm: "Listen to that calamity star, if you apply cold water, you can use any blood cooling medicine." The third sister should still have medicine there that she is not willing to use, I'll cook it for you! ”

She got out of the house, tied her hair with a straw rope, and ran out of the house with several batches of clothes.

"Daughter-in-law, if you want me to say, let's go to the hospital again to take a look, you are blind, in case it is cured...... Oh...... You! ”

The room was not big enough, Tang Yungui slept on the ground, covered in the quilt and talked lazily, but before he finished speaking, he was kicked by Song Ming.

Tang Yungui got up and said angrily: "You actually said that she was going to be a secret prostitute in the hospital today, and now she is kicking me again, it seems that I am too good to you, let you kick your nose in the face!" Aren't you afraid that I'll divorce you?! ”

If this was said to ordinary village women, they would have cried so much that they knelt on the ground and begged their husbands not to divorce their wives.

But Song Ming came from Pingzhou, where was he afraid of Tang Yungui?

For the sake of her son, she will do anything.

She shouted angrily: "I don't have time to listen to your nonsense, I'm going to cook medicine for my son!" If you know each other, help me rub the hemp well! Tang Yungui, let me warn you again, if you dare to curse me, don't say that you are kicking, even if you are castrated, I will do it! ”

Tang Yungui wanted to hit someone when he got out of the quilt, but Song Ming just opened the door to go to the yard. The cold wind blew into the house, and he was so cold that he got back into the bed, chattering for a while.

This house has been lived in for decades, and Tang Zhuangyuan has grown so big, but the house is getting more and more dilapidated. This quilt has been covered for so many years, and it is almost impossible to keep out the cold.

It was so cold that Tang Yungui's anger was immediately extinguished, and winter was coming.

The father chatters, the son whines and mourns!

Tang Zhuangyuan felt annoyed when he heard this, so he lay on the bed and shouted: "I'm going to die of pain!" It's going to hurt to death! ”

Tang Yungui was wrapped in a quilt, lying on the side of the couch distressedly, looking at Tang Zhuangyuan's hand: "This hand is broken, I still have to go to the hospital to take a look." Otherwise, if you drink half a bottle of the elixir, maybe this injury will be healed. ”

"No, this is for Jing Gongzi!" Tang Zhuangyuan refused, saying, "I'll go to the county seat tomorrow to see." This surname is Yang, I can't trust him! ”

When Tang Yungui heard this, he asked, "Son, do you still have enough silver?" If it's not enough, ask the milk to beg for it. ”

Tang Zhuangyuan frowned and said aggrievedly: "It's enough." A few days ago, I went to help someone copy a letter from home and make some money. ”

If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to prepare a congratulatory gift from Jing Gongzi, and the Tang family really had no money to give him, he wouldn't have done this kind of work.

When he said this, he obviously wanted to ask him for money.

But Tang Yungui was very pleased when he heard it: "My son has grown up and is sensible, and he knows that the family does not have enough money, so he will make money by himself." That's great! ”

Tang Zhuangyuan glanced at him.

is obviously his father, but he dislikes him so much. I heard from the people in the village that he was just lazy and lazy, and he was driven out by the craftsmen, so he had no money for him. He has been reduced to making money by writing family letters, and Tang Yungui even praised him with his face.

But in the end, it was his father, and he would rely on him to earn money for him to study in the future.

And for the time being, they can't get the silver, and the congratulatory gift for Jing Gongzi is ready, and the school will have to close after a while, and they have to go home for the winter, and they don't need to be extravagant in Yuncheng.

He lay back on the couch, covered himself with a fur quilt, and looked at his palms by the light of the fire.

The color of the finger seems to be a little different, but it may also be swollen or due to the faint light of the fire.

Song Ming cooked the medicine, put it in the yard for a while, and it was cold, brought it over, and asked Tang Zhuangyuan to reach out and soak it in it. I don't know if it's the cold compress or the effect of this medicine, it seems to have really eased a lot.

After making a fuss for most of the night, I finally stayed up until dawn.

Tang Zhuangyuan was waiting for the ox cart at the entrance of the village, carefully holding the pottery bottle in his arms, but when he raised his eyes, he saw a carriage parked at the entrance of the village.

In the carriage came down the shopkeeper of Fumanlou.

The young shopkeeper was no more than twenty years old, and he was dressed in a brocade coat and fur, and he was very decent.

A bunch of people at the entrance of the village couldn't help but point fingers at him, and some stepped forward to ask if they could wash the dishes in Fumanlou.

The young shopkeeper refused.

As if waiting for someone, he looked around the entrance of the village and wanted to call the coachman to drive into the village. But before I could get into the car, I heard a crisp voice shouting.

Tang Yourou was small, pushing a cart, and ran panting: "Brother Dudu, you can turn around!" ”

Tang Douer shouted: "I'm here too!" ”

Tang Youniang said: "Dou'er, don't mess around over there, it's all crooked!" ”

Tang Douer: "Okay! ”

The cart came to the entrance of the village, covered with sackcloth.

The villagers were even more curious.

They had only heard of three small merchants in the dilapidated house, and they thought that it was only the rich merchants who gave them money. Some people even ran to the door of the Liu Mansion to ask for it, but they were driven out by the house slaves inside, and they couldn't even see the face of the rich merchant.

Unexpectedly, these three really started business with the shopkeeper of Fumanlou in Yuncheng.

The wind blew and lifted the linen cloth, revealing the bamboo strips inside.

On the sieves made of bamboo strips, there are dough balls of different colors on the sieves. Some are white, some are snow purple, some are pink-brown, and some are green. There are about dozens of them in a round sieve, and there are flowers on them, which are small and exquisite, and they are particularly cute.

The villagers who saw it looked at each other, guessing what Tang and Rou had done.

Is this a snack? If they imitate it, will they also make money?

But if you count them so roughly, there are probably hundreds or thousands! Is this really made by these three little ones together?

Why are they so powerful?! How can you make such a cute little thing?!

What exactly does this smell like and how to do it?

There is envy and jealousy in the eyes of others, but they are not as angry as Tang Zhuangyuan.

The three calamities of the broken house are obviously so dirty and unlucky, why can they find such a good errand? Why couldn't his father?!

Feeling all kinds of eyes from everyone, Tang Yourou turned his head, only glanced lightly, and calmly turned his head to cover the linen.

She deliberately found a high bamboo strip, and when she stacked it, it would not press the raw mochi embryo inside, but it had to be covered with a linen cloth coated with glutinous rice flour to prevent it from sticking and block the dust.

All of them instructed the driver to turn around and help push the cart in an approachable manner.

"Brother Du, I haven't seen you for a few days, why do you have a scruffy beard? But what's the trouble? Tang and Rou frowned as they all looked at the beards on their mouths.