Cloth Village.

Qian Peiying looked at it briefly, and knew it in her heart, so she first introduced herself to the shopkeeper, saying that Mrs. Ma was her mother-in-law.

"Ah, she's your mother-in-law."

"Hehe, yes."

"The dim sum shop isn't open? I've been watching it for a long time. ”

"It can't be opened right now, and it's not easy to sell."

The proprietress was extremely emotional when she heard it, and she was also here.

also told Qian Peiying that she ordered snacks to give to her parents, isn't this an accident? It was not ordered, and Mrs. Ma took the initiative to send the money, which was very honest.

"Your mother-in-law is really nice."

And the reason why Qian Peiying mentioned Mrs. Ma was that the old lady told her before she went out, whose fabric is relatively cheap, and a few feet is a lot worse, don't let people be fooled. No, you mention me, don't look at it and haven't been in the city for a long time, it's still good.

Why are you so confident?

Mrs. Ma: Because I'm difficult. If you see that people sell dishes very expensive, and there is a difference between three or five Wenwen and other families, we have all done business, and that's it, understand. But if it's too late, I'll look for you.

At this time, Qian Peiying whispered to the proprietress and said, "I'll buy more, and do you have any flower cloth here?" ”

She doesn't believe it, wealth can be bought, she can't buy it?

Now she won't let her wear it, she keeps it.

If the merchant is afraid that the goods will be stacked badly, and there is no cash to buy the goods next year, it will be better to sell them cheaply, so she will pull more to make a quilt cover.

One dares to buy, the other dares to sell, and there is still Mrs. Ma in the middle, so they can talk about it in a small whisper.

In Song Fuling's view, in fact, the mourning period of the former emperor is coming to an end, and the more he gets to the end, the more he can't hold back. The people who dare to buy big red powder are definitely not the only ones.

"Mother, give me a few pieces of cloth for my milk."

"Yes, I see."

Qian Peiying is really addicted today, obviously she hasn't slept, but she is full of energy.

The coarse cloth worn by the man for work is not less bought, and the muslin worn outside is even more, so that the proprietress will pull a few feet for this one and a few feet for that.

All kinds of small flowers, red, purple, yellow, green, she even held a piece of jujube satin cloth and thought about it: make it for the girl to wear inside, make small pajamas in spring and summer, not in the space, the girl wears a big one, this is good, slippery.

I also bought a very soft and fine white cotton for Mi Shou and Song Fusheng, which is very expensive.

The proprietress said that the big family makes underwear.

In fact, the proprietress didn't introduce it, Qian Peiying decided to buy it as soon as she touched it, and used it for Mi Shou and Song Fusheng to make pants.

In the summer, Mishou's inner thighs were worn out and soaked with sweat. This kid has a wipe on his face, and occasionally he can run around the yard in his pants, and the wind blows in and breathes.

Her old Song is really guilty.

When she came back from this escort, she saw that the two pieces of meat were blackened, like necrotic meat, and she would not be able to fix it in the future, and it was said that it was too itchy and scratchy.

The proprietress of the cloth village didn't expect Qian Peiying to be really generous, and this time she was about to catch up with what she had sold in the past few days.

As long as it is a good thing, talk to people, the price is right, and people will buy it without any ambiguity.

"How can you take this, I'll find someone to give it to you, right?"

"Then it's bothering you, you don't have to send it far, just send it to the backyard of a Pinxuan restaurant on this street."

The proprietress was unexpected, and she was also familiar with Yipinxuan?

"Yes, the car is there."

Qian Peiying let the female shopkeeper see that she and her daughter would drive the carriage.

The mother and daughter drove Xiaohong to the ready-to-wear store again.

Originally, I wanted the tailor to hurry up and make clothes for Dalang, Huzi, and Tietou.

Thinking that the child was too miserable, Lao Song didn't look good with his face, so he should have given it to her family for the Chinese New Year this year.

Buy some more needle threads, the cotton has already been bought, and I will go back to make a big kang quilt.

As a result, as soon as I entered the store, I was attracted by a ready-to-wear kaftan.

Dark blue satin, the fabric with dark lines, collar, cuffs, all embroidered by others, with silver thread, is much more decent than what she made for her husband.

Just by imagining, you can feel that Lao Song can go up a lot of grades when he wears it all of a sudden, steady, and has to be old and temperamental.

However, everything is good, but it is expensive.

Hey, Mom, what year is it outside, there are people in the countryside below who sell their daughters to sign a death deed if they can't eat enough for twenty taels, and you sell them for twelve taels or eighteen dollars? A garment, tsk.

Qian Peiying has the feeling that she is shopping in modern shopping malls again, if there is no Lao Song, the little salary she earns can't buy two clothes.

At that time, when I asked, everyone earned that little salary, and the shopping mall touched a piece of clothing for one or two thousand, two or three thousand. A bag, a few thousands of thousands have nothing to show in the office, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, others can look sideways.

Then when we checked out to catch up with the holiday promotion and queue up, we wondered where the money came from.

However, in ancient times, I knew where this consumption came from, and Song Fushou gave it to him.

"This caftan can be worn directly by your father."

"Buy it."

Mi Shou clenched his fists: "Auntie, buy it, and then match it with a pair of soap boots, my uncle doesn't look good in big cotton shoes." "It stands to reason that I should buy two pieces and wear them instead.

"Mrs. Song, go slowly."

In the grocery store.

Buy candlesticks, wash basins, window grease paper and other sundries.

Before, if Song Fusheng came home at night to illuminate, he would use a candle to drop two drops of wax oil and stick it on the edge of the kang.

Of course, usually he doesn't light up, and goes to bed after eating in the house.

Just a few days ago, the businessman who gave Song Fusheng a gift to his house had seen this scene. In order to coax Lord Song, the merchant also accompanied the smiling face and said that he would just come and hold a candle.

"Mother, buy a few more pieces of window paper and put them at home for later use."

Qian Peiying nodded: "If that's the case, your father doesn't have time to buy it," outside the broken window paper at home, Lao Song fanned it with a sack. In the room where the fan was fanned, there was no light at all during the day.

It's not leaky.

Song Lingling pulled her fingers: "By the way, I also have to buy rat medicine." ”

In this house in the city, the people live in the backyard, and the front door is empty. Uncle Fugui came back and sprinkled some lime. If you can't just lime, get some rat medicine and sprinkle it in the corners.

When checking out: "Sister, you pay for it." ”

"Why did I pay for it?"

Mi Shou said crisply: "My aunt's flowers are gone, I'll forget it for her, she doesn't have it in her pocket, you come, I know you have it." ”

That's right, Song Fuling is very rich, not counting the broken silver and gold in the space, the one hundred taels of silver tickets awarded to her by Master Mao have just been exchanged in the bank.

So, spend her money and listen to her.

Qian Peiying yawned in the bookstore: "Girl, hurry up, buy two copies first, your father will have dinner when they go back." ”

When the sixteen books were stacked together, Qian Peiying was completely sleepy, my God, I really can't afford to read.

"What kind of book is this? The mountain family is clear, what are you talking about? ”

"Well, what should I say, let's cook."

"Recipe, what are you buying it for, listen to my mother, come and ......"

Don't listen.

Song Fuling spent dozens of taels of silver in one go in the bookstore on the land side.

Shopkeeper Qi is not here, if he is, he can't take her money.

At night, Song Fusheng felt different when he got home, and he still had to have a real woman.

The window paper was replaced, and the yard was much more tidy.

When I entered the hospital, I smelled the fragrance.

Song Fusheng didn't enter the house and asked, "What kind of delicious food is this making?" ”

Mi Shou heard the movement and hurriedly ran out to greet him, and when he saw Song Fusheng, he read: "You wait for Jianxin to go, and I will stay for Jianxin." The chestnuts are sweet and taro, and Weng's mother opens her mouth together. Bloom four flowers, bloom three spring willows. One sex is obviously all of him, jade liquid agar wine. ”

Da Lang and they looked at each other: What do you mean.

Song Fusheng suddenly said: "Ah, your aunt made taro for you." This is a poem from the Yuan Dynasty, and he has it in his memory.

"No, it's my sister."

My sister steamed the taro and slice it, wrapped it in a batter with added cinnamon and almonds, and fried it in an oil pan to make a crispy shell, which is delicious, with tea, a piece, very good.

His daughter?

Song Fusheng was puzzled, Poria doesn't cook in general, and she doesn't know how to do it, she only likes to drum up curry, pizza, sushi, bread and the like.

"What is this?"

"Dad," Song Fuling held the book, "This book is very good, you see I have learned to do it." ”

Qian Peiying motioned to Song Fusheng to look at the kang in the house with her eyes.

On the kang, there are twenty small books, and the stack is so high.

Song Fusheng suddenly panicked: "How much did you spend in total today?" ”

The daughter-in-law of the loser buys so expensive clothes, and the daughter-in-law of the loser buys so many books.

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On the second day, Song Fusheng's lunch break was fried taro made by his daughter, and the wolfberry soaked in water by his daughter-in-law to drink.

When people reach middle age, they have to soak wolfberries in a thermos cup.

"Come, Lord Wei, try it? Try. My daughter, I learned it from watching "Mountain Family Qing Confession". ”

Just waiting for you to be surprised, Lord Wei sure enough: "Oh? ”

Song Fusheng is very interested in talking today, and only with this literate can he show that his daughter has read a lot of books, and which ones have she read. Tell the people in the village, they don't understand, and it's not fun to show off.

On the third day of the lunch break, Song Fuling came in a carriage dressed as a man and asked Mi Shou to talk to the guards, and Mi Shou said very politely that the trouble would be handed over to Lord Song and the flax cakes and roast chicken sent to him.

On the fourth day, a small hot pot.

Day 5...... What is the meaning of staying for two days and leaving?

Mrs. Ma is going to be found, and she won't go home yet!

And Lord Song's food is famous in the entire Cangchang Ya.

After Qian Peiying and the others went back, Lord Wei missed Qian Peiying and Song Fuling more than Song Fusheng.

Da Lang and they put on new clothes, and they also want to be the third aunt, sister, and Mi Shou.

When Song Fuling and Miss Mi Shou came to Fengtian City to play again, it was already the end of the year.

Before, my grandmother came to Fengtian City to exchange gold for silver, but she didn't bring them, but the eldest uncle and the second uncle.

Then my mother entered the city after a while, and it was Uncle Fugui, Aunt Song Yinfeng, and Brother Shuitian's mother.

This time, when the sister and brother entered the city, Song Fusheng still went to pick them up overnight.

Why take it:

"Girl, you haven't seen the ancient prisoners being escorted to the parade in the prison car, leading you to see the excitement."

"Tomorrow, the boss will be lively, and if you miss it, you won't be able to meet it under normal circumstances."

Song Fuling hurriedly asked, "Who is marching?" ”

"King Lu, I heard that the kid on the side of the land was caught alive by King Lu, and everyone fell into the sea, and he forced him to fish him out, and if he wanted to live, he sent someone to escort him back."

Lu Pan attacked this battle at sea, and at the end of the year, with King Lu being escorted back to Mukden, General Dinghai, a young general, had become a household name.