Lifting the lid of the cauldron, the aroma was fragrant, and Song Fusheng immediately swallowed and spit, which showed that he was really hungry.

"Try my craft, even if it's fooling, I don't know if I can fool your mouth."

Song Fugui said so, but in fact it was not a fool.

In the first two days before I came, I deliberately squatted in the stove room at home to learn.

He's a big man who hasn't cooked before, so he doesn't learn how to do it now.

secretly learned Qian Peiying's craft, circled around Qian Peiying, and was twisted by Grandpa.

Grandpa said that he was indecent, always staring at Qian Peiying's hand and smiling evilly.

Wronged, I've been laughing like this, Grandpa, you might as well talk about me and Li Xiu, Qian Peiying? If you dare to wronged me, I don't dare to think about it.

No, learn to do both, Fugui made pork belly stew for Song Fusheng and a few of them today.

Scoop a spoonful of the congealed meat oil into the pan.

The oil is boiled, a few slices of pork belly are fried in the pot, the torn cabbage is fried in water, and then the cut tofu pieces are put in the pot, add a little salt, sprinkle some chili noodles and put the tofu on the soup to add soup, bubbling in the blink of an eye, and sprinkle some green onions when bubbling.

Just this dish, after Song Fusheng lifted the lid of the pot and saw it, he felt that he could eat several bowls of rice in one go.

Sitting on the small bench in front of the stove, Song Fusheng munched on rice and said to Dalang and the others, "Eat slowly, slow down, I choked and burped, I heard it so far away." ”

In fact, I was in a hurry.

You eat so fast, and after a while, the food is gone, what does he eat?

If it weren't for the few of you, I would have gone into the space to eat, so why starve.

In response to his chewing voice, the boys have already mixed up with the third uncle, and whoever rushes to count whom.

Half a pot of rice, half a pot of vegetables, and even the rice pot stewed in a big pot of rice was not left, and these people ate it all.

Song Fugui had finished eating before these people came back, but he was not willing to eat the vegetables, so he scooped up a spoonful of soup and made some rice to eat, and left the dishes to Song Fusheng and them.

"Put it there, I'll clean it up, and go into the house and lie down," Fugui said hurriedly as he entered the house with a basin of washed clothes.

Don't dare to let the dishwasher brush the pot.

Because Grandpa has instructed at home:

Fugui, let you go, not to go into the city to see the excitement, Fusheng they are tired of their brains, more tired than doing heavy work. When they get home, they don't have to do anything, they don't have to stretch out their hands. If you don't use it, come back and change it to someone else as soon as possible.

Fugui promised at the time: "I use it, I use it." ”

So how can I get to work?

When he had dried his clothes, he washed the dishes.

Song Fusheng was not polite, and asked the iron head to help Song Fugui carry water and burn the stove, and he went to lie on the kang first when he entered the house.

When I entered the house, I touched the kang under my waist, and it was hot.

I have to say that it is different if someone burns the kang in advance at home.

In this ancient period, the heating was too sinful.

There is no collective heating and there is no heating and air conditioning.

He bought this house even bigger.

The big room that has been empty for a day, and when I come back from work, it is cold.

When the water is pressed out of the well to fill the jar, and the stove is burned for cooking, the rice is finished, and there is not much heat in the house, and it has not yet been completely burned, and the kang is only warm.

Then sleep with a warm breath.

I don't go to bed early or wake up, I go to work early in the morning, and the warehouse is still very far from the city. I have to cook in the morning.

Outside, Song Fugui was also inquiring: "Tietou, why do I see that the doors of those rooms are closed and not opened?" "I thought it was Song Fusheng who didn't let him, other people's houses, if he didn't allow it, he wouldn't run around.

"Uncle Fugui, it's not that my third uncle won't let me, it's that the house is too big, and the door is closed tightly, so can't the heat only enter the room where we sleep? Open the door all open, and it's time for the heat to dissipate. ”

"How many of you have been huddled on a bunk?"

"Ah, it's still warmer to sleep together."

Tsk, Song Fugui shook his head while throwing the shaken clothes back into the basin, there was not even a clothesline in this room, so he had to get a rope first.

The days of life are far worse than at home.

At home, hot soup and hot rice are hot on the kang.

Song Fugui scolded them in a low voice: "A few of you are still too lazy, your third uncle is tired, and a few of you are greedy for black and burning." ”

Da Lang said: "You can't burn more, where to get so much firewood in the city, you are buying to burn, buying firewood to buy carbon, there are villagers selling firewood at the south gate, and it is quite far from where we live." It would have been too much to burn such a large room, and we only brought two bags of charcoal with us before we came. ”

Song Fugui wanted to tsk again, look, thanks to him coming, he brought carbon, drove the ox cart, and Grandpa loaded three bags, but he didn't bring firewood.

It doesn't matter, since he came by driving an ox cart, Ming'er sent Fusheng and a few of them to be on duty, so he went far away to catch the cart and then look for it, and bundled firewood by himself.

When he grew so big, he didn't spend a penny on firewood, so he wouldn't be able to live.

The rope is pulled up, and the clothes are dried.

Song Fugui boiled the medicine that Tietou, Da Lang, and himself drank, and drank one bowl for each person, and finally went to the kang to rest, and suddenly sniffed his nose: "Tietou Wow, haven't you changed your cotton pants?" Take it off, Uncle Ming'er dismantled and washed what you are wearing now. ”

Song Fusheng also looked at the head of the high rail, and he had already noticed that this child's pants were smelly.

When I go to bed at night, I can smell it when I shake the quilt.

Tietou didn't feel embarrassed, it was all men afraid of something, and said categorically: "No." ”

There is no mother at home, and the father of the high butcher can't take care of these meticulous things.

Tietou has a sister-in-law, but the sister-in-law has to take care of the twin nephews and work.

During the Chinese New Year last year, my sister-in-law mentioned that she wanted to make new cotton pants, but after the eldest brother came back from this trip, the sister-in-law has been busy with the eldest brother.

Song Fusheng looked at the iron head and thought: Let this kid marry a daughter-in-law next year, it's not okay to be a single person without a mother.

The wealth is real, and he gives his daughter-in-law a job: "Why didn't you say it earlier? Your sister-in-law is not free, so let your sister-in-law make one? Forget it, I'll go out and buy some cotton first, remove the piece of cotton from your crotch and replace it with a new one, and I'll sew it for you with a needle and thread, let's deal with it first. ”

Gao Tietou immediately took out his own silver bag and gave money.

The high butcher said that he would let the silver money earned by the iron head be saved for his own use in marrying his daughter-in-law, and the father would not take care of the money.

"What's the money to buy that little bit of cotton? I have it in my pocket. ”

"Take it, Uncle Fugui, you still have to buy needles and threads for me to sew and mend. You have it in your pocket, and you don't have much. A few of us know that my aunt is in charge of your money. You have to go back and talk to her about spending a copper plate, and you can't understand that more than ten copper plates will be pinched. ”

Song Fugui glared: How did these boys know about his family's affairs?

Da Lang and Huzi laughed.

"Me? I don't care about her in general. I really spent it outside, I spent her two taels of silver, I don't believe you look back, she doesn't dare to squeak. ”

Song Fusheng couldn't hold back a smile, let Fugui take it.

Hearing Fugui mention his mother-in-law, he also thought about Qian Peiying, and asked, "The door at home hasn't been installed yet?" ”

"No, it's slow."

Song Fugui told Song Fusheng again that Qian Peiying originally wanted to enter the city, but because the gate had not been installed and the workers had not left, she did not come because she had to cook at home. Grandpa also refused.

A woman's house, she doesn't know where the warehouse is at all, and she has never been to deliver goods, so far away from the city.

Even if you find out where the warehouse is located, people won't let you in when they see that it's a woman.

How can the official office be entered casually by a woman's house.

That's it, he was sent.

Song Fusheng thought about it, and after two days, he sent the grain team away, and after being busy for a while, he could drive the ox cart home when he got off work, even if he arrived home late, he would also go home to live.

Song Fugui was lying on the kang, feeling as if he had forgotten something.

When Song Fusheng snored, he suddenly asked, "Where is the paddy field?" ”

Less personally.

Da Lang muttered and told him that the foundry in the paddy field was busier, and he was striking iron there, and he would not let him go back, and that there was a place to live in the office, and he would learn to make spear heads.

"Aren't you making landmines?"

"Once the mine recipe is handed in, we won't need it. The third uncle said that after research, we are low-matched. If people have improved it to a high level, they can't just tell it, and it's not their turn to work in the paddy fields. However, the third uncle's trustee found an official there to take care of the paddy fields more. ”

"Then, his mother also brought two new clothes, I'm worried that the foundry won't look down on us who haven't changed, your mother didn't bring you anything."

Da Lang asked, "What about my milk?" ”

"Didn't you eat the pickles that your grandmother brought you at night?"

The old men of a kang fell asleep.

On the second day, Fugui got up to boil the kang and boiled a large pot of water, so that Song Fusheng and the others could get up later when the house could be warmer, and there was also hot water to wash their teeth and faces.

On the small stove, Song Fugui first fried his own medicine and drank it, and then washed the pot and boiled the noodles.

When he went out, Song Fusheng said that he didn't need to send it, girl? How many of our old men go to work and let people send them?

Song Fugui said, let me go, let's go.

When they arrived at the warehouse, Fugui looked at Song Fusheng and they entered the courtyard, he pulled the ox cart and asked the guard at the door, when do you usually eat refreshments at noon?

He knew that a big official like Fusheng inside had to have some refreshments at noon.

Song Fusheng's several salaries, rich and noble, he pestered Song Fusheng a lot to inquire, more than Qian Peiying knew.

Song Fusheng's salary is as follows: monthly material (normal salary), meal money (meal allowance), tea soup money (subsidy for tea drinks), salary and charcoal money (heating subsidy), horse and corn (car subsidy), minister money (entertainment subsidy), and additional expenses (post subsidy).

For example, meal allowance and tea and soup expenses are subsidized for this meal.

Fugui thought:

Those who are officials have small servants or butlers, driving the carriages, and when the time comes, they will come to bring refreshments to those officials. Some of them are home-made sweets, while others are bought outside.

Like that traditional dim sum shop, why is the current situation so bad and there are no yellow stalls? Why is Mrs. Ma's dim sum shop yellow?

Just because the two traditional dim sum shops won these official offices, there have been these officials on duty who need to buy refreshments for a long time to support. Otherwise, these people who go to work won't be able to stand it if they don't eat for a day.

Far from it.

That's what does it mean, Fugui thinks: Our family is happy, there is no housekeeper, and there is no servant to send refreshments, he asked accurately, so as to act as a servant.

Otherwise, how pitiful, it is also such a big official, other officials are eating, and Fusheng is watching.

The key Fusheng also carried three oil bottles with little subsidy money.

After inquiring, Song Fugui left.

He didn't know that when he walked on the front foot, several guards at the door of the back foot made a code speech to each other and gestured to his head:

To be honest, that person came with Lord Song, so they didn't arrest anyone.

That hair was struck by lightning, right?

Outskirts.

Some distance away from Fengtian City, Song Fugui will drive the ox cart into someone else's village if he walks forward.

He stopped the car, picked up the sickle and began to cut down people's trees.

The more he cut, the harder he worked, he almost contracted this piece.

After looking back and forth, loading into the car, he drove back to Fengtian City.

Namdaemun here.

"Selling firewood? Sell firewood. ”

Da Lang said yesterday that there was a firewood seller here, and he really didn't deceive him.

These city people, how to describe them, wronged.

Iron head, didn't you say that your aunt thinks I'm spending money outside, and will screw my ears?

You see that Uncle shows you a hand, and Uncle doesn't spend her money at all.

"Brother, tsk, look what you're hiding from me, I just have something wrong with my hair, you big man is afraid of what I'm doing, don't be, don't hide. Come, come forward and take a look, you see our firewood, it has been straight for you, take it back and fill the stove pit directly. ”

"Auntie, auntie, don't you buy a bundle? At such an age, you still chop wood? Oh, there's not a lot of copper plates, don't be so tired. Can't hold it? It's okay, I'll pull you back, I have a car. ”

"Huh? Auntie, I don't have much firewood left here, I'll sell it for two copper plates, and give it to you, I have something to do, I want to leave. ”

The aunt who loves to take advantage of it looked at it, her eyes lit up, there was so much firewood left in the car, and she ran over by Song Fugui from afar, and the two copper plates were sold?

It's a pity that Song Fugui gave a small bundle of firewood to his aunt.

The aunt said, "What about those?"

"Auntie, look at your eyes, my rope is separated. See? These are drawn to you, and I have to pull them home. ”

It's not just the aunt who wants to beat the rich, but you have to know that with only this bit of firewood, she is whirring and panting?

Even several old farmers who sold firewood in the neighborhood wanted to beat him up, and they disrupted the market from the beginning.

"Haihan brothers, I usually don't come, I wish you a few more wronged leaders, sell a few more money, drive," Fugui waved his whip, busy, to rush to the scene.

In a small clothing shop in the middle of nowhere.

You can't go to Center Street to buy it, and you can't buy it near your home, because it's expensive.

Song Fugui pushed the door in, and happened to see the proprietress and two women rummaging with their burdens, poking and cooing, his eyes were good, and when he saw it, the flower cloth.

It's the kind of flower cloth used by big girls and little daughters-in-law.

"Ahem."

"Big brother, what do you want to buy?" The proprietress hurriedly threw the flower cloth behind the counter.

"Before the emperor's mourning period has passed, you dare to buy and sell this red and pink cloth? The officials know how to catch. ”

"No, big brother, you read it wrong, you listen to me......"

Song Fugui compared, "You listen to me first".

A pack of a dozen extremely low-priced red and pink cloth heads was loaded into an ox cart.

I'm afraid of something, it's used to sew the crotch of cotton pants with iron heads, and no one can see it with small flowers in red.

As for the extra few pieces, Fugui was thinking, yesterday he saw that Da Lang's underwear and trousers were short, and when he turned around, he picked up a few pieces of pink with small flowers.

When it was time for the officials to eat refreshments and rest, the carriages that delivered food to each family came.

Tietou was just about to take out the ancient cake that the fat girl had prepared for the third uncle earlier, and a few of them wanted to pad their stomachs, when a guard came in and asked Song Fusheng, "My lord, your little maid wants to come in and deliver food, is it allowed?" ”

Song Fusheng: My little girl?

The guards were even more confused than Song Fusheng's expressions.

The other servants will leave after handing over the food boxes to them, and Lord Song's little maid came with a laundry tub and a lot of guys.

After a while, Lord Song's office was filled with heat.

Inside the large laundry tub was boiling lime water, and on top of the water were several wooden boxes of bento boxes.

Fugui: If you don't have a stove, then use this hot rice.

My family doesn't like to eat refreshments, but the meals are serious. You see, it's fragrant or not, and the rice is fried with a layer of small chili peppers.

Song Fusheng was dumbfounded: self-heating bento or rice bowl.

Lord Wei pushed the door in, and was about to look for Song Fusheng and said, "......" sniffed his nose.