The servants climbed out of the cellar, and Grandpa Song suddenly said:

"I don't know if it's going to make money.

The big guys don't have anything else, they have a lot of strength, they are idle, and they don't have much to do. 、

But this time you have to listen to me, you have to listen to me.

Fusheng, Grandpa can't let you suffer any more, the recipe is what you got from the book, and it's still a very rare kind. If you really make money, you have to keep at least forty percent, or I will lose face. Isn't that the same as pulling the big guy to pull you back? ”

Song Fusheng hurriedly looked at his daughter-in-law, and after looking at Qian Peiying for a while, he said:

"What if garlic can really be earned? Let's put it this way, everyone is busy until the New Year, and the family can at least earn two taels of silver to buy the surplus money of the family, and I will keep thirty percent.

It's just thirty percent, Grandpa, the first year was difficult everywhere, and I was okay with more and less.

And I have other ideas, that's the Qian family's recipe, and everyone has to help me.

But that deal, I have to keep a big head, at least fifty percent, Grandpa, the rare seeds given by the Qian family, we don't have them here, I have to set aside at least thirty percent for Mi Shou to make money. ”

"Medium, middle, belch, let them plant garlic, and borrow Daguang after earning two taels of silver a month, we don't have such a good thing in our hometown. And the light of the precious seeds? I see, it is enough to give the people some wages for their work, and there is no need to give them that. ”

"When the time comes, let's plant the garlic first."

Meanwhile.

Lao Xiucai Ren Eugene is also asking his eldest son, how are those guys?

Boss Ren told him what he heard about the 139 taels of silver, as well as what he said when he got there.

Hearing the eldest son say that the gang was indeed rich, Lao Xiucai only felt that the eldest son was a fool.

What is 139 taels enough for? The gang only settled down, and when they stopped and stopped, they had to get at least 150 taels of silver. You just heard that it was more than a hundred taels of silver, why didn't you have the brains to calculate how many people it was?

Also, let you hand the note, who told you to remind them that they can save half the money? Say that it does much.

The favor he gave them was worth half the money?

His son is very stupid, so that people will only remember the half-hung favor in the future.

"Dad, don't say that, can they know how much we saved them?"

"It's this month, your father and I introduced them to the well-driller. The favor is that no one wants to take this job, and no one wants to do it no matter how much money is given, so I helped them out. You? I don't understand. It's also funny, your father's face and my face are worth half a tael of silver? ”

Boss Ren was cowardly, and he didn't dare to squeak anymore after being trained.

Lao Xiucai felt that there was silence behind him, and he was even more tired.

At this time, I miss his eldest grandson who brought up enlightenment with one hand.

In his life, he has only been enlightened to others.

One is his little nephew. The nephew is too talented, but his body is extremely weak, and he is jealous of his talents, and his fame will be lost after only taking the exam.

One is Ren Zixuan, the student he cultivated with all the strength of his clan, but he was treacherous after taking scientific examinations all the way and raising people in high school. The first thing was to help his father get his place. White-eyed wolf.

The rest is his eldest grandson.

The grandson is gone early, and he blames him.

No, it's a grievance against Ren Zixuan, Ren Gongxin. They forced him to move his family to where the current gang of deserters lived.

At that time, there were many people who moved with him and believed in him and looked down on Ren Gongxin.

No one expected that there was a famine that year, and the wolf on the mountain somehow ran down the mountain, bit off his leg for his eldest grandson, and was not cured, and disappeared after two days and one night. The people who followed him were killed and wounded.

He had to move out.

After returning to the village, he had to sit in the position of the patriarch, but let Ren Gongxin set it up, and he had no right to speak.

Whenever he thinks of this, Lao Xiucai hates Eugene, and he hates him day and night.

Ren Eugene picked up the pen and ink left by his grandson before his death, and looked at it carefully with a kerosene lamp.

When Boss Ren saw his old father like that, he was no longer unconvinced, he sat on the edge of the kang and sighed, and his heart ached.

Unexpectedly, my father suddenly spoke up again: "Tell me what you see and how they live." ”

"Ah, when I went to eat, it looked like everyone was talking, like we had a clan meeting.

Dad, those guys are very aligned, I heard them say, do whatever you want.

A few large pots of vegetable soup were boiling, and the trees should have been cut down on the mountain, and many wooden planks were piled on the ground.

I also saw a rope pulled up, and I almost let the rope strangle my neck. It should be that the bedding was dried during the day.

And the cellar we used to live there and dug should have been used, and even the cellar lid was replaced with a new one, and the new board was nailed.

As for those broken houses, they didn't spend money to change the spine tiles or buy green bricks, or like that, it seems that they only lived in a few of them, and the other broken houses were not repaired, and they didn't enter the house, so it's not clear how specific they are. ”

"Let's go back to the house and rest."

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Song Fusheng also arranged for Mrs. Ma to soak garlic in several large pots of water, and then went into the house to rest early.

Buy so much garlic, what to do next on the garlic soak, and so on, he only said to Song Lizheng, and then Grandpa conveyed it to everyone.

He doesn't have the energy to hold a meeting with the big guys right now, and he doesn't bother to see the big guys' reactions, and he's too lazy to listen to the guys praise him and praise him, so he doesn't have time.

I didn't sleep all night yesterday, and tomorrow I have to go to Fengtian City, which is 7 hours away from them.

7 hours, which is very close to them, past the nursery rhyme town in the middle, and then go further to Fengtian City.

There are no mules and oxen to pull their feet, they all walk on their own feet, and they must go to bed early and get up early to walk. At 3 o'clock, I had to get up and walk at night, and when I got to the city, I estimated that it was ten o'clock in the morning.

Song Fusheng's family of four people lay on the kang tip, leaving a place for other children, and hurriedly slept sideways.

As for how others sleep tonight and how to arrange it, Song Fusheng didn't care about it.

The big guys also knew that Song Fusheng was going to enter the city with his wife and daughter, so when he entered this house, he relaxed his steps, and also put his own little babies to sleep on the kang, and he was not allowed to talk and disturb the third uncle.

And this night, Ren Gongxin of Renjia Village did not come back at all.

He took his third son Ren Zihao and some domestic servants, drove the cattle cart, and directly sent the grain he received to the eldest son Ren Zihao's courtyard outside Fengtian City.

He has planned everything, and when he receives the food at the beginning of the month, he will send it here, send it elsewhere or pull it back to the village, which is easy to cause trouble.

Ren Lizheng could guess that Song Fusheng and his gang already knew that there was relief food.

……

It was still dark and dreary, Song Fusheng put a quilt in the basket, wrapped Qian Mishou in it, put it in the basket and let the baby continue to sleep, and he carried the basket.

Mrs. Ma is really a mother, she didn't go to bed until more than twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and got up again at two o'clock, so she had to cook some hot brown rice porridge for San'er's family, and serve it one bowl at a time.

In the end, Song Fusheng and a few of them drank some, and looked at Qian Mishou, who was sleeping dimly: "What are you doing behind him, you can let the family go." ”

Song Fusheng replied very bluntly, he felt that on the issue of Qian Mishou, he had to be simple and strong: "No, my own baby, take one step at a time, and you have to carry it." ”

After saying that, he left.

"You?!" Mrs. Ma wants to say, which is your baby.

Just out of Renjia Village, Song Fuling was busy, mother, wipe her face and hands.

The big red bottle was taken out, and last night she asked her father to sneak cosmetics.

She also eats pears herself.

Song Fusheng had a toothache: "Eat it in the morning, isn't it cold?" Be careful of stomach aches, and when you get to the city, Dad will invite you to eat hot soup wontons. ”

"Really?"

"Really, let's come to its five big bowls and eat pure meat filling, let's just four of us today, eat whatever we want," Song Fusheng carried Qian Mishou on his back and hid to the side: "You kid, you are happy when you are happy, what are you snoring in my face?" ”

"Wipe your face, don't hide, rub incense."

"I haven't even washed my face, it's a fart."

"You two grandfathers," Qian Peiying glared: "It's dark outside, look at the road, don't make trouble." also spoke quietly, Mi Shou hasn't woken up yet. ”

"Auntie, I'm awake, hahaha."

"Ah, my Mi Shou woke up," Qian Peiying also smiled in her voice, "Quick, Poria cocos, rub some incense on your brother." ”