The consequence of Song Fuling's hard work for a day is that everyone misunderstood, and the misunderstanding was very deep.

Grandmothers, aunts and aunts automatically substitute their own steamed dry food.

They imagined that if they had been steaming until it was dark in the evening, their wrists would be sore.

That's it, because they are perennial workers, and their bodies are much stronger than fat girls.

But the fat girl, who is only thirteen years old, and is as thin as a little chick, can even work for a day, and they all mutter, and they don't know if the girl's arm can be raised.

So everyone came to the unanimous conclusion that the fat girl is very capable, and it is really rare, more rare than those girls.

Where is the rarity?

Who is Fat Girl's father? That's Song Fusheng.

Song Fusheng takes seventy percent of the chili peppers, earns ten points of work, and people don't need their children to eat this hard work at all.

One day today, everyone listened to it really brightly, Song Fusheng asked the fat girl several times outside the oven room, saying that let me stop doing it, the family is not short of money, it should be fun, why bother, I'm embarrassed to tell your grandmother, Song Fusheng wants to tell the old lady in person.

But the fat girl is not, as if she is rooted in that house, and even the meal is sent in by the Qian family.

The old ladies were greedy, and finally understood why Mrs. Ma was so rare little granddaughter.

Such a granddaughter, a granddaughter who can make snacks, a granddaughter who can come up with all kinds of strange ideas, is full of intelligence, and her father does not let her work or make money, and the fat girl does not listen, she has to make money, look at this will be the strength of life, such granddaughters, come to their house, they can also be bitter.

And Mrs. Ma, who is her grandmother, is even more misunderstood.

Song Yinfeng picked up the cake room, swept the floor, dusted the water, put out the fire in the seven ovens, checked the grain bags, and sealed the fireplace mouth where the fire was extinguished.

Mrs. Ma said to her on the side: "It's stuffy in the house." The fat girl roasted here all day, from morning to late at night, seven ovens burned together, not to mention standing all day and doing so long work, one person had to be busy with seven stoves. Just talking about the heat will be hot. When the cold wind blows outside, don't get cold anymore when you turn around. ”

As he spoke, he was going to San'er's house.

It was Song Yinfeng who stopped: "Mother, the fat girl is tired, and she will sleep when she gets home, don't go." The third brother and sister are careful people and can't let the fat girl get cold. ”

Mrs. Ma didn't leave.

It can be seen that the old lady still doesn't know that her little granddaughter came over leisurely at noon. The old lady thought that as soon as they walked on the front foot, the granddaughter on the back foot came.

Therefore, the misunderstanding here is even deeper.

Mrs. Ma deliberately snapped her fingers and calculated, no wonder her granddaughter said that she couldn't sell too much, and she really couldn't do it. Bake 23 pots, it takes so long.

That's right, it's 23 pots.

When Mrs. Ma entered the cake room, there was only just right left in the room. In addition, to bake an extra day of cake, Song Pocos put it into the space as early as the first wave of 23 pots.

How smart is Song Fuling, how could she let her grandmother find out that she still has potential to be tapped. This can't be, isn't it okay to find guilt for yourself?

At this time, Mrs. Ma sighed again.

Because when a piece of cake is laid out with oil paper and put into a special steamer, one steamer by piece is to sell xiaolongbao with more than 20 drawers, which is spectacular from a distance, let alone a 16-inch cake.

As soon as the twenty-three large steamers were raised, I felt how tired my granddaughter was.

Mrs. Ma frowned, as if she was talking to her granddaughter in her heart:

Grandma knows you're tired, you know.

But fat girl, we can't teach this craft to others casually.

This is your craft of eating, and even the craft of your in-laws when you marry into your in-laws' family in the future.

This is given by God, let you open the trick in this area, we have to keep it, you have to be tired, no tricks.

Song Yinfeng saw her old mother like this, to be honest, she was a little sour, she was rarely sour.

You said that the little niece is not in front of you, and the old lady can be like this.

In fact, what did Song Lingling look like after a day of work, she actually asked her parents and Mi Shou to wash their hair.

She was also washing her hair.

Be sure to wash your hair and apply ointment before you can sleep.

The cow shopkeeper and Si Zhuang, who were boiling water in the stove room, glanced at each other.

They have a truth, and they don't know whether to say it or not: they are still not tired.

Qian Peiying and Sizhuang had the same idea, and when she sat on the kang and asked her daughter to apply the ointment, she smiled and said, "I think it's not a problem for you to bake seventy pots a day." ”

"What? Are you my mother? ”

"I'm your mother to tell the truth. You're too lazy, you get up early, don't sleep until noon, you calculate, can you bake seventy pots. ”

Song Fuling didn't answer this question, but hurriedly told Mi Shou: Don't go out to talk about it, you must help your sister keep it a secret.

Song Fusheng was amused by his daughter, but he really thought that his daughter was tired, and he had another opinion.

The girl can still let them wash their hair and apply medicine at this moment, and they must also wash their hair, not that they are not tired. It's that the girl is more tendonous in some aspects, and now she is more single-minded about lice.

Under an oil lamp.

Song Fuling was lying on the kang, watching Mi Shou stomp on her father's back greedily, stepping on that joy, she was also sore: "Mi Shou, come back quickly, rub my sister's arms too." ”

Mi Shou was very busy, and hurriedly got off the kang and returned to his own quilt, and rubbed his sister's arm with a quilt.

"Mi Shou, if only you could press the soles of your feet." Song Lingling said half-asleep.

"What is the sole of a foot?"

"When I get over this, I'll teach you, and then you press the soles of your sister's feet every day, okay?"

"Okay, I'll also press the soles of my uncle's and aunt's feet. However, sister, what does it mean to swing your fist in the wind with arrogance, and to advance and retreat like a swimming dragon. ”

Song Fuling was stunned, when did you eavesdrop?

No, no, no, it's not the point, the point is, "What else do you remember?" ”

"Ten years of hero's work off the stage, one minute on stage, what does one minute mean?"

"I'll go. Dad, Qian Mishou is a crazy person who has never forgotten, let my second uncle play the desk, his cleverness has overflowed. ”

Qian Peiying scolded with a smile: "Speak well." When the class starts, you and Mi Shou can read and write together, and see which of you learns faster, don't be compared to each other when the time comes, it will be interesting. ”

Song Fusheng also lay on the kang and laughed.

Recently, he has felt more and more that life in ancient times is also full of hope.

On this night, the heavy snow suddenly fell, and the goose-feathered snow came suddenly, and it fell all night.

On the second day, it was still falling and falling.

Only half of the fence yard was built, and this fence yard was to surround more than 200 of them and set aside a large area for planting vegetables in spring, and there was snow on the wooden planks.

As soon as the wooden door is pushed open, a thick layer of snow will be cut through the bottom of the door.

Li Xiu's two-year-old son can't go out to play today, because the baby is too small, and when he steps into the snow, his calf will be buried in the snow.

At six o'clock in the morning, the big guy got up early, worried about the heavy snow, the sudden drop dropped, more than 20 degrees below zero, the garlic in the nest and the pepper seedlings in the pepper base could not stand it, so they got up early to burn the fire wall.

You also have to burn your own house hot to withstand the leaky house and not be cold.

Just when Song Fuling was sleeping and didn't know what day it was, Mrs. Ma and Song Yinfeng had already put the cake on the trolley and were about to set off.

Qian Peiying handed each of them a cotton hat made of small pink cloth, the shape of the hat, the hat can be tied with hemp rope, and it will not be blown off as soon as the cold wind blows.

Song Yinfeng took it embarrassedly: "I put a lot of cotton, thank you three brothers and sisters." ”

"Eldest sister is polite, it's all old cotton."

Mrs. Ma is also very appreciative, especially the third daughter-in-law not only made two identical cotton hats, but also made them two cotton gloves and two cotton towels to cover their faces, "Go back, it's cold outside." ”

Song Fusheng said that he pushed the cart to send him across the bridge.

"Can you send us to nursery rhyme town?"

"Mother."

"That's it, let's go."

Mrs. Ma also waved to her sisters and sisters, and said excitedly: "Let's go, sell garlic before you, and go out to sell food." You have to wait for the harvest and other work, and we will see the money back today. ”

My sister and sister were thinking that on such a cold day, with such a heavy snow, and such an old sister, they would have to walk so far to sell goods. Alas, I was helpless for life, but I didn't expect to be choked, which made them inexplicably greedy.

On the bridge, in the heavy snow, Mrs. Ma took her daughter and pushed the trolley hard, and the wheels pressed over the thick snow, making a squeaky sound.