What Song Fuling didn't know was that she walked on her front foot for a while, and her parents woke up on her back foot.

Qian Peiying woke up because she had to get up to go to the toilet.

Right now, in the house where they lived, in the corner of the door of the house, a curtain was drawn with a straw mat, and a "urine bucket" was placed in the curtain.

This urine bucket is actually not a wooden barrel.

After all, the wooden bucket for drinking water, now Song Fuxi can't be busy, the family cares about him, he has to hit the basin and the basin, how can he have the effort to make a urine bucket, there is no dining table, he can't take care of it.

Therefore, Song Fusheng is very talented, afraid that the two children will go out to the toilet and freeze their butts, and besides, the outside is not like modern lights, once you get up in the middle of the night, it is dark outside, you have to light a kerosene lamp and wear a cotton jacket to go out, it is too hard, he cut the mouth of the 5L Nongfu Spring mineral water bottle, and the top and bottom sides of the cut are thick.

Every night before going to bed, put some soil and grass ash on the bottom of the bottle, and then squat on it to go to the toilet, swing it into the house, and just put it in the house.

This thing is really good as a urine bucket, except for Song Fusheng to remind Mi Shou from time to time, be careful not to shave your butt when you go to the toilet, the empty bucket of mineral water is really clean and easy to clean, and it is clear whether the brush is clean or not.

Of course, it was Song Fusheng who poured out the urine bucket every morning, and he didn't plan to let Sizhuang or Niu take over this matter at all. It's private, it's still very private.

Dirty? Lao Song thinks that it is not dirty.

Daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law, plus Mi Shou, aren't they all his closest people, what's dirty about the night pot.

Far from it.

At the moment, Qian Peiying is squatting on top of the 5L mineral water bucket to solve domestic demand, and after solving the problem, she went to her daughter's kang shop, bent down and touched the quilt in the dark, the quilt was empty, and there was only a little warmth left in it.

It turned out that she didn't feel wrong, she felt like someone was going out in a trance, and there was movement.

Is this going to the oven room? What time is it?

Qian Peiying pressed Song Fuling's quilt on Mi Shou, and then turned around and went to her own half of the kang.

Climbing into the quilt, Qian Peiying carefully reached for the padded jacket placed on the kang.

Every night before going to bed, they will take off the cotton jacket and cotton pants on the kang, and keep it warm with the hot kang, so that it can be warm when they wear it.

But it was dark in the house, and Qian Peiying couldn't see it clearly, so she woke up Song Fusheng somehow.

Song Fusheng bared his teeth in pain, and his eyes were so sleepy that he couldn't open them: "What are you doing, you are pressing my hair." ”

In modern times, this sentence is Qian Peiying's line, and in ancient times, Song Fusheng often said it, and he also had long hair.

"I didn't look at it, I want to take the padded jacket."

"What are you doing with a padded jacket?"

Qian Peiying said that she was going to see her daughter, and her daughter went out, as if she was going to the oven room, and she was a little uneasy.

"Huh?" Song Fusheng was stunned for a moment, put one hand on his eyes, and the other hand reached for the lighter on the windowsill.

With a snap, he squinted his eyes and said in confusion by the light of the fire: "Going to do laundry again?" ”

"No, I went to the oven room, what kind of clothes did I wash, what did I tell you, it was hard to talk."

After Qian Peiying finished speaking, she went to grab the lighter, and then she lit the kerosene lamp by the light.

This kerosene lamp was newly bought by Song Fusheng when he went to Nursery Rhyme Town, otherwise Song Fugui could say about him, how can you buy these things? After Song Fusheng left Lao Sui, as soon as he walked all the way through the market, he was able to buy a bunch of things that his family needed.

Buy four kerosene lamps.

The girl put one on the side, one on the windowsill, one on the sill side, one on the house of the four strong and the cow shopkeeper, and gave one to Mrs. Ma.

Mrs. Ma originally had one in her family, and that one was actually brought out by Song Fusheng's ancient family, so she didn't throw it away all the way. But Song Fusheng felt that there was a room of people there, so he bought one for him.

The kerosene lamp was turned on, and Qian Peiying's movement in the padded jacket was faster, but no matter how fast she was, she was not faster than Lao Song.

Song Fusheng sat up, wrapped his padded jacket after snoring a few times, and rubbed his face with both hands, "I'll go, this kid, why are you baking cakes so early?" Who used her to make money. ”

Qian Peiying whispered:

Don't be sentimental.

She's not here to help you make money, your daughter doesn't care about those things.

She's in it for the hair.

Her grandmother dislikes the expensive use of oil to wipe her hair to cure lice, and your daughter will subdue her milk and use it as a carrot to hang the old lady with money.

Song Fusheng said with a smile, this child is sick, and he eats colostrum at night, no wonder he wraps his hair in a cloth and eats it, and he also wraps Mi Shou like a wolf grandmother.

When Qian Peiying heard this, she complained even more:

"This matter is not passable with your daughter.

Look at her, this energy, she didn't get up so early and climb in the middle of the night in the college entrance examination that year.

Why don't you listen, last night I persuaded her not to make cakes to sell, hard work, and I didn't listen.

I really didn't expect it, she didn't care much about anything day by day, and I used to wonder if I could get a deal with a partner one day and be interested in my boyfriend? Will you be good to your boyfriend? Hmph, but the first thing she couldn't forget was lice.

This is your daughter, even if she follows you, she can't even turn the page on a little. ”

Song Fusheng said, what's wrong with my daughter? My daughter is not like me, can she be like someone else? I'm telling you, our daughter can do great things. Generally, only those who do great things are tendons.

As the couple spoke, Song Fusheng's cotton shoes were also put on, and before going out, he didn't forget to tell his wife: "You squint for a while." ”

Qian Peiying waved her hand, she was still squinting when she woke up, she didn't sleep, she was waiting to be refreshed, doing needlework in the quilt, a bunch of work.

Song Fusheng pushed open the door with a light movement, and a cold wind blew him excitedly, and his steps were faster.

In other words, this oven room, since giving Song Pocos, Song Fusheng has only come once.

That time was a few days ago, and after Song Poria was just ready, he came over to take a look.

After that, passing by here, I didn't take it seriously.

One is busy, the other is this broken house, really, lit without firefighting, the mud stove is broken, thinking about the children to play.

Therefore, when Song Fusheng came to the oven room at this time, he looked in through the leaky door panel, and he was really surprised by the scene in front of him.

The scene inside was not as busy as Song Fusheng expected;

There are no rats, and the girl is so frightened that she screams in panic;

Without this house, it would look dilapidated from the outside, and it would be ruined from the inside.

What Song Fusheng saw was that outside the wall of the broken house, four chimneys made of mud were smoking, and several fireplaces made of holes in the walls were burning.

And there is firewood and charcoal in the corner of the house, and the daughter loves to be clean, and she also covers a sack on top of the firewood.

Several fireplaces were burning at the same time, and it didn't seem to be cold at all, but it was quite warm to look at.

Moreover, Song Fusheng wondered when his daughter made the two tables.

That's right, it should be made by a girl, Song Fusheng is very sure, because the table is very simple, and it is not a skilled carpenter at first glance.

A long table top, underneath which are supported by two crossed legs.

On this table, there are eggs and other items that I helped buy back during the day, as well as milk in a basin, and there is a bucket of water next to the table, which should have been brought by my daughter from home just now.

His daughter, now standing at another small square table, was stirring.

Song Fusheng looked at Song Fuling seriously, and saw that his daughter's small face was half of her face illuminated by the dim fire light of several fireplaces, and the kerosene lamp on the table was also illuminated together, and he could roughly see the appearance.

The baby girl, wrapped in a small pink flower cloth on her head, which was cut out by Peiying with a space pastoral style sheet, and the girl tied it on her head, the pink flower cloth with that little face, how to look at it.

Look at his daughter's little hands again, they really practice their own work, he is a man, and he is not as flexible as other people's small hands, let him do it, it's not good.

The girl is stirring, scraping noodles like stir-frying, probably because she is afraid of tendons.

Song Fusheng sniffed his nose, a little fragrance came out, and his eyes fell on the oven.

The fire in the oven can be seen clearly.

And this thing designed by his daughter also has an iron plate to block the fire, and it is manually modulated to make a large fire and a small fire. This kid is clever in his brain, so let him be.

This is already sent in a pot to bake? Looks like it will be out in a little while.

It was also at this time that Song Fuling found out about her father.

Song Poria is still very careful with the whisk, she patrols before using it, and now that she is going to use it, she will naturally carefully look at the leaky door and window paper to see if there is anyone standing outside.

"Gee, when did you get here? Scared me. ”

Song Fusheng pushed the door in and smiled proudly, "It's early, I'll see if you can put this little deal together, if not, I'll take a hand." ”

"Dad, I'll tell you," Song Lingling was also very happy to see her father, and said excitedly, and it was out of the pot after a while.

"What to do? Egg roll? ”

"No, the old cake."

"It's quite tall in the past, is it high enough?"

"Enough, I thought about it when I got it, Gu Zao or chiffon cake, it can be put away, it is better to sell it in winter, it is better to be cold, and I have oil paper in it."

Song Fusheng leaned over and took a closer look, "There is still some water in the mold plate below?" ”

"Ah, otherwise it would have been burnt brown underneath, and it wouldn't have tasted so dense."

Then the two of them began to work together.

Song Fusheng washed his hands, helped his daughter make cakes, and asked his daughter if he was not sure.

Song Poria can pour out the empty and beat the cream on the side.

The two of them didn't stop talking, and began to whisper about the space as they spoke.

Song Fuling said:

When your razor runs out of electricity, people will automatically charge it for you, and you are more diligent than you.

My whisk is the same, how much electricity was left before, how much is it recharged to the automator when it is used up now, and how many problems are solved, otherwise I will be tired to death by hand, and bake a few pots.

Wait for my facial washer, my electric toothbrush, haha, I guess it's too.

And the most important thing is that our space has one of the biggest advantages, constant temperature, what is it like to take it in, what is it like to take it out, it does not deteriorate at all, I can put more cream in it for later use, isn't it? That way, you don't have to use a whisk all the time, and you don't have to wake up too early, hehe, that's great.

Song Fusheng also said that the loss space was not too detailed.

At the beginning, he ate chili peppers, thinking that the chili seeds would not be conjured, after all, he didn't eat them.

Later, I found out that peppers, apples, cherries, grapes, etc., all belong to one department, and it is estimated that the space thinks that it is all a whole, and even the seeds and meat need to be changed out if you don't eat it. Looking at this, well, space can indeed only be regarded as generally stingy.

While the two of them were talking, with Song Fusheng's help, all the materials needed for stirring were prepared, and Song Poria was put into the space.

In the same way, if it's done, it won't work if you don't put it in the oven right away, but if you put it in her home space, it won't deteriorate, and you can put it in whatever you want.

Song Poria also beat a lot of cream, put all the ingredients into the space, and put the whisk in, and when she turned around, her eyes suddenly lit up:

"Dad, you say, I'll spare a few days to do this, put space when I'm done, and then you take it out every morning, okay? I don't have to get up early. ”

Song Fusheng: Your stove doesn't catch fire, and you take the ready-made ones every day? Foolish the hell.

"Girl, with all due respect, if you want to be lazy, you really shouldn't partner with your milk, this is a mistake. Did you say it earlier? Earlier, it would have worked. But your milk, impossible, your stove doesn't catch fire, she should have found out. ”

If Mrs. Ma knew that her third son was talking about her behind her back, well, she would have nodded in agreement, yes, it is impossible, how can it not be early to sell food?

In the morning, before four o'clock, Mrs. Ma was holding a cotton jacket in her sleeves in both hands, and shouted in a low voice outside the window near Song Fuling's kang: "Fat girl, fat girl? ”

shouted to Qian Mishou.

The little baby was dazed, got up with a grunt, and lay on the windowsill: "Grandma? ”

"Oh, Mi Shou, pull your sister for the milk."

Qian Peiying pulled her cotton shoes and went out and told the old lady that the fat girl had left early and was in the oven room with her father.

Therefore, thanks to Song Fatya's early up, her father came to her early, otherwise she would have helped with the work, and asked Song Fusheng to send it to the space, almost revealing her stuffing.

That's it, when Song Lingling heard the three secret calls of slamming the door, she didn't forget to remind her father with her eyes, you have to come to me, those pots of ingredients can be in the space. Dad, if you don't come, I can't take it out, it's time for a bad dish.

Mrs. Ma bit the first pot of cake that had been cooled, and her eyes were glowing green.

Oh Niang, what kind of food is this, it's too suitable for her teeth, and it's too fragrant, sweet and fragrant, soft and harmonious.

"Milk, I've calculated, the cost of baking this big piece of cake is forty dollars."

"Hiccup, hiccup!" Mrs. Ma choked suddenly, and she was reluctant to squirt out and couldn't swallow it, which startled Song Ling.

Song Fusheng hurriedly knocked the old lady on the back.

"What?"

"40 Wen."

Mrs. Ma immediately put down the small cake she had bitten into twice.

"Milk, you eat, my dad just ate a piece, this is the first pot to come out, our second pot will also come out immediately."

"If you don't eat it, you can't eat it." Mrs. Ma is sweating a little, isn't this house broken and leaking everywhere? Why is it so hot: "It's so expensive, so how can we sell it?" ”

The sixteen-inch antique cake is cut into twelve pieces and sold for eight pieces.

Song Poria wants to earn in half, but also with a turn.

"Eight, eight?" Mrs. Ma was frightened and stammered.

Song Fusheng heard that the grandfather and grandson had already discussed the sale, so he didn't participate in this topic anymore and went to the chili base.

Song Fusheng believed that his daughter could give the old lady a leg before the next pot came out.

When the time comes, he goes into the space to fetch the ingredients and puts them in the oven.

He also believes that his daughter is afraid of trouble, and after today, Ming'er will not need his help to take it out of the space, and the girl will rather do it than worry back and forth.

Again, Song Fusheng thought to himself: I have to let the second brother make the door today, cut into the left door of the queue, and the doors and windows of the cake room of the girl must be tighter, otherwise it will not work with a whisk.

Above, Song Fusheng guessed all the middle.

And after Mrs. Ma came out of the cake room, it was the whole morning, in a trance.

She walked out of the cake room in a daze, and the princess who got up early asked her, what does it taste like? It's so fragrant, it's not okay to be fragrant.

Mrs. Ma only said without saying a word, "Give me some this morning, I can't cook a big pot of rice, you can do more, I have something to go into the city." ”

After saying that, he walked away as if the soles of his feet had no roots, and when he went back to look for the basket, he had to find the big basket, and he had to pad several layers of oiled paper in the basket.

The granddaughter also said, milk, you can't carry too much at a time, the cake should be crushed, let's carry four pieces to try the water today.

The reason why Mrs. Ma is in such a trance is only because her intestines seem to be entangled and ask herself:

8 Wen a piece, selling so expensive, can it be done?

And her granddaughter doesn't care about her anymore, let her go into the city alone to sell fresh food that she has never seen before, can she really sell it?

With this kind of mentality, as Mrs. Ma carried a basket on her arm, a basket on her back, and set off with four sixteen-inch ancient cakes, she was even more confused about the unknown in her heart.

On the stone bridge, when Mrs. Ma just walked to the middle of the bridge, there was a sudden voice behind her:

"Milk, wait for me."

Mrs. Ma turned around and was stunned.

She saw her little granddaughter wearing a pink floral cloth wrapping her head, and another pink floral cloth in her hand was calling her.

"Why are you here?"

Song Lingling ran out of breath, and said to her milk: "The first time I sell goods, I'm a little worried about you, let's go with you." ”

The old lady stood on the bridge and suddenly grinned.

"Then what are you doing with this cloth?"

Song Fuling put her milk around, and she also surrounded her like a wolf grandmother. She said that the pink floral cloth can not only keep warm, but also obvious. Later, when others saw this kind of cloth wrapped around their heads, they knew that we were selling cakes, which were the most delicious cakes they had never eaten.

"Let's go, milk, don't worry about not being able to sell it, I'll teach you to sell it."

The grandparents and grandchildren left, and set off at seven o'clock in the morning to rush to the nursery rhyme town.

They left, but they didn't know what kind of sensation the antique cake they left behind caused a stir among the children.