Song Poria covered herself tightly.

The outside of the down hat is wrapped in the same crushed flower cotton cloth as Mrs. Ma.

In Qian Peiying's words, our pastoral sheets are about to catch up with your work clothes. Originally, I was going to make you a cotton jacket noodles, but now I cut a piece of east and west. Blind.

Cotton gloves, Song Ling's two gloves are tied with a rope, so that they can be carried around their necks. lest there is always one less glove and forget where to put it.

Put on a mask, don't put a small fruit knife on her waist, she lit the torch and walked out.

"What are you doing with the torches?" Qian Peiying hurriedly put down the Wula grass mask sewn in her hand, which she sewed for Song Fusheng. Hurry up to go out to sell goods, put it on the outside of the cotton hat, block the wind and snow, it doesn't look good, it's not good-looking, just be warm.

"Welcome to my milk."

"It's dark outside, don't go to your milk by yourself, you wait for me."

When Qian Peiying also dressed up, her daughter had already disappeared.

Song Fuling crossed the bridge with a torch, and when she reached the other side of the bridge, there was no one at all.

She glanced at the torches, fearing that the wind and snow would extinguish them.

Along the road by the river, until I reached the entrance of the village, I looked at it, and there was nothing to see on the road ahead, it was pitch black. The torch can only shine on oneself.

I wanted to stop and listen carefully to see if there was any sound of wheels and wood, but unfortunately I couldn't hear anything, only the heavy snow blowing to my ears with the sound of the wind.

At this wind speed, it is estimated that there are cars passing by, and you have to be in front of you to hear it.

Do you want to go any further?

I was a little afraid to go.

In ancient times without street lights, it was really a black madman.

Song Lingling tentatively rushed into the distance, first shaking the torch, and then roaring: "Milk? Milk? Old Mrs. Ma? ”

Song Fuling didn't have any hope, she yelled in her throat to give herself courage, and she would continue to move forward after she was bold, but she didn't expect to be in a trance, and she heard someone in the distance responding: "Hey!" ”

It wasn't really bright to hear, as if it was an illusion, but Song Fuling's eyes lit up, and she felt that the belching just now was her grandmother's loud voice, and hurriedly ran forward with a torch.

She had to run hundreds of meters away, and she couldn't remember how many meters anyway, mainly because the snow on her feet was too difficult to run, and her legs were tight and upside down as if she couldn't run, so she saw her grandmother and aunt who looked like two snowmen.

What does the snowman look like, Mrs. Ma and Song Yinfeng are really what they are at the moment.

Song Fuling came closer, her eyes were red, and her first thought was: Don't do it for a month, work for two months, and buy a trolley for milk.

But the tone was not very good, anxious: "Something happened, how did you come back, no matter how slow the snow is, it shouldn't be so late." ”

Song Yinfeng said, shelving the town to collect eggs, also?

Song Fuling interrupted, what kind of eggs do you want to buy, do you have to go back to the empty car? What eggs to buy on such days.

Mrs. Ma didn't squeak, and she heard that her little granddaughter was unhappy, but she was talking back in her heart: It's just this kind of day that you have to buy eggs. You wait for a few days, the snow is heavier, the egg sellers have to freeze away, how can she still make money.

Song Fuling asked Mrs. Ma to hold a torch and push the cart with her aunt.

One, two, three, push it up, and she knew how heavy the car was.

Do you know how many baskets of eggs her grandmother bought? When asked, her nose was almost crooked: a tael of silver.

Do you know how much eggs cost a pound? Let's put it this way, a slightly larger egg is almost a penny, buy more than a tael of silver, more than a thousand eggs.

No wonder the egg seller didn't even want a basket, bought eggs and gave them away, and her grandmother just earned the money and wrapped the eggs in the nursery rhyme town market.

It's not angry.

This old lady, why don't you want to think about it, the wheelbarrow is difficult to push on a snowy day, and there are 23 empty steamers stacked on it, three quilts, and several layers of straw mats on it, which adds a few baskets of eggs, my God, I am not afraid to overturn the car.

Song Fuling was angry, her strength increased, and she followed her aunt shouting slogans and pushing forward.

Before she could reach the entrance of the village, she came out to find Mrs. Ma, and her father and mother came out to find her.

As soon as Song Fusheng arrived, he worked hard, and the trolley was not so laborious.

On the kang of Song Fusheng's house, Qian Peiying poured hot water for Mrs. Ma and Song Yinfeng.

Song Fusheng unloaded the truck outside and moved several baskets of eggs into his own house.

Song Fuling heard her father and mother say that people were freezing hard, and they couldn't bake the fire directly when they entered the house, so it was best to rub it with snow, so she came in with the snow.

At this time, he was rubbing Mrs. Ma's cheekbones with snow, rubbing her ears with snow, rubbing her hands, and finally squatting on the kang and rubbing her feet with her milk.

Song Yinfeng was also so frozen, she took the snow handed over by Qian Peiying, and rubbed her face with snow while shivering from time to time.

Song Yinfeng's mouth was a little frozen: "Mother, what the shopkeeper said today, do you want to inform the fat girl?" ”

"Tsk, why mention that, it's useless to tell her," Mrs. Ma hugged the bowl and took a sip of hot water.

Song Fuling asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Mrs. Ma said it was okay, it was okay.

It's just like that, it's annoying.

"Milk, what the hell is going on, why are you so anxious? It can't be that you're having trouble in town, auntie. ”

Song Fusheng, who was outside, heard that he was in trouble, and also walked in, with an inquiry in his eyes.

Song Yinfeng did have an expression of encountering a big problem, and she said that the owner of the restaurant wanted to ask for ninety-nine pots of cakes the day after tomorrow.

"Nine?" Song Lingling only pronounced one sound: "......"

Mrs. Ma glanced at her granddaughter, "I refused." We came back late tonight, not only to buy eggs, but also to stumble the restaurant. You said that he was so annoying, knowing that we couldn't do it, and telling us that it was troublesome that he couldn't make money after listening to it. ”

"Why can't you do it," Song Fuling heard herself say, and wanted to cover her mouth after speaking, but the scene of the snowman just now kept playing in her mind.

The more it was screened, the more I felt as if my mouth was out of control: "Ming'er told him that the delivery would be made the day after tomorrow." ”

"......" Mrs. Ma.

Song Yinfeng: "En? ”

How can it be?

How impossible, anything is possible.

At about two o'clock in the morning, Song Fuling still inserted herself in the cake room.

She doesn't use a watch anymore, she can't remember the watch, and people are already confused.

You must know that roasting seven pots at the same time is not only physical strength, but also a test of mental power.

It is necessary to keep a time when the pot needs to be taken out, and when the pot needs to be burned with a hair dryer.

She switched to an alarm clock, and asked her father to take out her phone, and the alarm clock carried a memo.

Qian Peiying knocked on the door, and Song Fuling let her in.

Qian Peiying helped her daughter add firewood: "How many pots have you made?" ”

"I don't know, I don't count."

"Then let's go back and sleep first."

"No, not only do I have to make it all, but I also have to save the pot, otherwise I will be too insecure and I won't be able to sleep well. I'm done, I'm sleeping for a day, I'm designated to sleep for a day. Mother, you go to recharge, give me my mobile phone and have to recharge, you go to sleep first. ”

"Your grandmother wants to make you egg noodles, and she won't listen to me when I stop her, and she won't sleep."

"Don't let her bring me food and delay things. Let her sleep immediately, don't follow the blind thoughts, tomorrow she has to deliver the goods, and she has to push the empty steamer back, this time the steamer is more used, and she has to buy oil paper, and she can't empty the car when she comes back from the snow. She earns that little money, and she works harder than me. ”

Song Poria roasted all night, that is, she didn't sleep all day and night.

Just sit there and face without moving.

All the firewood stored in the cake shop is gone.

In fact, she can find a helper, she doesn't have any skills that Mrs. Ma cares about, and she can't pass on the skills to the outside world, bringing her mother-in-law's family or something. Where? Her in-laws' house.

But at the moment, the helper is indeed a burden for her.

Because there are so many stoves now, seven, and if a hundred people are called, she will only have seven stoves to use.

If she asked a helper to whip the cream, she would have to waste time teaching it by hand. And those people rely on their hands to fight, and they have to fight for dozens of minutes when they fight. According to her, the electric whisk whined and turned far away. It also delayed her use of the whisk.

For this order, the net profit was five taels of silver, and Song Poria really worked hard.

And this night, Song Fuling is not the only one who has not slept.

The men who dug the pit were also digging the ground to death under the light of the fire.

After spending most of the day and a night, not only the fence yard was completely fenced, but also a circle of trenches was dug up.

At that time, at the moment when this "project" was completed, Song Fusheng crossed his waist and said: "I see which animal dares to jump in, and I will skin it when it jumps in." ”

And in my heart, I totaled:

At that time, he will still be next to the pit, turning around every night to burn the fire, guarding the mountain, and he is not afraid of the kind of firewood that burns for a night.

When the first stubble of garlic in his four nests is sold, he will set aside some more public money and make more big iron forks.

He didn't believe it, it was a sturdy tiger, and the tiger fell through the fence and into the pit, and you climbed out of the pit, and you had to overcome the psychological difficulty of being afraid of fire and jumping over the fire. If you pass all three levels, then we admit it, and we humans will have a big fight with you.

It can be seen that Song Poria's dedication to lice is indeed with the roots, and she follows her father.

It was dawn, and everyone was tired and panting for water.

In the eyes of everyone again, Mrs. Ma set off with Song Yinfeng, took away 23 pots of cakes, and disappeared into the vast snow.

The old lady felt that she was more energetic, and if nothing else, she fought hard for her little granddaughter to earn money.

And Song Fuling was lying on the kang at this time, and she had already slept extremely deeply.

Qian Mishou knelt on the side, covered her sister with her little hand, and sighed quietly, then carefully climbed down the kang.

In the stove room, Qian Mishou grabbed the corner of Qian Peiying's clothes, raised his head and asked, "Auntie, where are the golden cakes?" As for the silver tickets, did my uncle go to the money bank to redeem some silver taels? ”

Qian Peiying was stunned, this kid was the first time to ask her about finances.

"What are you asking for?"

Qian Mishou scratched the hair in the melon skin hat with great annoyance, and only after scratching it did he say:

"My sister worked very hard to earn a few taels of silver. But I really don't understand, can't I? Our family has money. ”

"I can't save you money."

The second generation of Xiaoxiaofu said: "Auntie, don't save. How I advised, but how did you not listen? If it were mine, you would have listened to me. Alas, otherwise, can you give me ten taels or eight taels first, I will give it to my sister, and then let my sister just bake me a pot of snacks every day, and she won't have to work so hard to make money. ”

Yo he, I'm not very old, and I want to hire a special pastry chef.