It was raining heavily and it was cool, and the previous two days were dry. The heat instantly washed it clean.

The little couple ate and brought a chair and sat in front of the door, the evening singer embroidered the clothes seriously, Song Jiu put the leftover pork sold today in the stove room and had nothing to do, so he simply sat next to him and watched the evening song busy there. A pair of hands twisted the needle quickly through the top of the head, and the eyes of the people were a little flowery.

Looking at it, I suddenly remembered that there was still a watermelon frozen in the well, so I got up and took a bucket to fish it out.

After soaking in the well for so long, the watermelon was already cold and cold, and it was too cold to the touch.

Song Yu went to the stove room with the watermelon, and after a while, he brought out the plate of cut watermelon and let Wange eat it again. Some watermelons he couldn't eat when he was a freshman, so he only cut half of them, and kept the remaining half for the evening to avoid eating too much and bloating his stomach.

"It's so sweet!" The evening song took a bite of the cool sweetness, and it was even cooler if it was eaten when the sun came out in the morning.

"Some of the sand is not brittle enough." Song Ji snorted a few times and ate a piece and wiped the watermelon juice on his mouth.

"I think it's delicious." Wange took small bites, and she preferred to eat some turned sand than crispy ones, like crushed sugar.

Song Jiu turned his head to look at Wan Ge, his fingers brushed his chest, and he wanted to take out the hairpin in his arms and give it to someone. As a result, when touched, it was empty. This startled the person, and he looked for it in his arms in a panic.

"What's wrong?" Wan Ge asked suspiciously.

Song Ji stabilized his mind and calmly replied that it was nothing. After a pause, he stood up and said that he had just changed his clothes, and seemed to have put the money bag in the house, and he went in to calculate how much silver he had earned today.

Wange did not doubt that he was eating his own watermelon.

After entering the room, Song Jiu saw the money bag and the hairpin wrapped in butter paper on the wardrobe at a glance, and he was immediately relieved. He thought he had accidentally dropped it halfway, but fortunately, he was lucky.

Carefully removed the butter paper, saw that the hairpin inside was intact, then put it in his arms, and went out with the money bag.

"So much." Wan Ge looked at Song Jiu's bulging money bag in surprise in his hand.

Song Yu sat on the stool and poured out all the money in the bag. The good guy thought it was all copper plates, but it turned out to be mixed with a lot of broken silver, which dazzled people's eyes.

"Yesterday, I was lucky enough to hunt a 100-pound wild boar and some small things. You know the townspeople are good at this bite of game. Song Jiu counted while answering the doubts of the evening song.

Don't look at it as a town, but there are many rich families. These people just like to eat something different, and every time he hunts something, it will be sold out quickly, and it can be said that the supply exceeds the demand. Don't you see that the 100 catties of pork are sold out when they are sold, and they earn four or five taels of silver at once.

Look, a wild boar is sold for four or five taels, and he drinks a little wine alone, and he can spend as much as he can if he doesn't go to the flower house and doesn't gamble. Song Jiu is also lazy, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to sell pork, and he would be much better than a butcher if he ran up the mountain two more times from time to time.

After Song Jiu finished liquidating, he made money from selling wild boars, and together with other forests, he probably made a small ten taels this morning. This may not be a lot for a wealthy family, but it is a lot in a place like a small village. Especially since this is still earned by people in the morning, I am afraid that it will cause many people to be red when I say it.

After counting Song Jiu, he handed over the money bag to Wan Ge, and then talked about opening a shop.

In the past, he only sold pork, and occasionally took a little to hunt prey on his own. But now it's different, there are more braised pork, and he thinks that if it is suitable, he will simply buy a shop in the town to sell braised pork.

Wan Ge was taken aback, and if the shops in the town wanted to buy it, they would have to pay for dozens of taels or even larger, and the good lot was often hundreds of taels. Although I have made a lot of money these days, the cost of removing it is not so much.

"Let's see, buying a shop is not a trivial matter. In addition to having money on hand, you have to see if there is a suitable one. "The evening song is actually a little moved, but it is not dizzy.

If this business is done well, the silver will be like flowing water into your money bag. But on the other hand, if you lose, you will run out in an uproar. Now their braised meat is still a bit simple, if the spicy rabbit meat sells well, you can try it.

"Well, let's take a look." Song Jiu nodded, a suitable shop is not available at any time, how to get it depends on luck.

Some people may say that they are not bold enough and are tied. To do business, you have to be bold, and if you see it, you will shoot directly, otherwise you will regret it if you miss the opportunity when you look back. But for people like them, who are not very wealthy, if they really plan to open a shop, then the first step must be steady.

Talking about opening a shop for a while, Song Jiu talked about the Dragon Boat Festival again.

The Dragon Boat Festival is also one of the biggest festivals of the year, and in previous years, he didn't want to toss alone, so he went to the town restaurant to eat something better. Then, later, he and Chen Kui and a few of them got together to drink some wine and talk about the words of men.

It's just that this year is different, there are more people around, but you can't just live it casually.

"I see that you have a lot of pork left over today to come back, why don't we keep some of it, and go to the town tomorrow to buy some side dishes, realgar." Wan Ge planned, and then remembered Du Chun, so they asked if they wanted to ask them to come over for dinner?

"Forget about lunch, call them over for dinner."

In the morning, I have to delay for a while to sell the rabbit meat of the evening song lane, and then I have to buy vegetables and come back to get it, and I may be a little anxious to eat lunch, but it is safe to eat dinner.

That's what Wan Ge meant, after discussing the dishes to be bought tomorrow, Wan Ge lowered his head and continued to sew with a needle. Song Jiu put his hand on his chest, touched the hairpin hidden in it through his clothes, his eyes sparkled, and he didn't take it out in the end.

This suffocation lasted until the evening, and Wan Ge finally embroidered the clothes, pulled Song Jiu and stuffed the clothes to him, asking him to go into the house to try to see if it fits.

I just wanted to make the clothes before the Dragon Boat Festival, and let people have a decent clothes for the holiday, so I finally finished it in a hurry.

Wan Ge rubbed his sore neck and waited for Song Ji to come out.

"Let's see how it goes." Song Jiu opened the door and walked out in new clothes.

"Beautiful."

The clothes are brown, and they look calm and introverted on Song Jiu's body. The evening song above is not embroidered with too many ornaments, only some simple back lines as decoration. One is that there is not enough time, and the other is that the things she thinks are too fancy seem to be very incompatible with Song Jiu.

Wan Ge reasoned with Song Yu and asked him if he felt anything tight or uncomfortable, so she could change it.

Song Jiu raised his arm, shook his head and said that it fits well, and there is no need to change it: "You've worked hard these days." Stretching out his hand and holding the person in front of him in his arms, these days he has watched how Wange makes clothes, and he knows that it is not easy: "When we have money in the future, we will buy ready-made, not do it ourselves." ”

It takes at least a month to make a dress, not to mention the loss of eyes, but also arms and neck pain. In order to save so much silver, I tossed myself so tired that I couldn't afford it.

"You have too much money to make up, don't you?" Wan Ge glared at Song Jiu, a piece of clothing cost a few taels of silver, and she bought more than one or two pieces of cloth by herself, and there were still a lot left after she finished it, so she could make a pair of pants if she made do. It's just a little effort on your own, but you can save a lot.

Not to mention that now they are planning to open a shop, and every amount of money has to be spent on the blade, and they can save it.

was yelled at by his daughter-in-law, Song Jiu smiled and was not annoyed, and took out the hairpin that he had been carrying in his arms for a day with one free hand: "I passed by the jewelry shop today and went in to take a look, and I fell in love with this hairpin at a glance, and I thought you must look good when you wear it, so I bought it." You see, like it or not. ”

"You, why do you suddenly want to buy me a hairpin." Wan Ge held the hairpin and looked at the light blue bell flowers on it, and couldn't tell what it tasted like.

"I've been married for so long, and I haven't given you anything." Not even a decent piece of jewelry.

Song Jiu didn't think about these things originally, but it was only when he went to Fu's house yesterday that he saw the bead hairpin on Fu's mother's head, so he had an idea. After all, the peasant family is a bamboo chopstick or something, and they coil up or pull up their hair to work, so how can they deliberately buy these unstoppable things.

Evening Song Fu. Touching the hairpin, which was not very good but very much to her heart, a mist gradually floated in front of her eyes: "I like it very much, you, can you put it on for me?" ”

Song Jiu took the hairpin and carefully inserted it into the hair bun of the evening song. Under the bell flowers, there were three or two strings of fine beads, and when people moved, they shook gently, swaying under the lamp: "I said that this hairpin looks good with your clothes." ”

Wan Ge reached out and touched it, the corners of her mouth slightly hooked. She didn't know what she looked like when she wore it, but she should look good at Song Jiu's expression.

"Go to bed, you have to wake up early tomorrow." Song Yu rubbed Wan Ge's face, turned around and took off the new clothes on his body, and carefully folded them and put them at the head of the bed. This was made for him by his daughter-in-law, and he had to take good care of it and not break it.

Wange was also sleepy, so she took off her clothes and lay down. I felt the warmth on my side and felt at ease.

"Xianggong."

"Huh?"

"Are you still angry?"

Syllable! As soon as the evening song fell, fart. There was a loud slap on the stock. The evening song brushed inward, turned sideways and covered his fart. He stared at Song Jiu in disbelief. It's a fart. It doesn't hurt to be loud, but it's hot on the face. She had to extinguish the oil lamp, otherwise she would really have no face.

"You know why I'm angry and hiding it from me." As soon as she talked about this, Song Jiu felt uncomfortable and wanted to give her a palm.

"I just thought I'd already told him, so I thought it would be okay if I didn't say it." I think it doesn't matter if I say it or not, who knows that the Fu family will come out like this.

Song Jiu really wanted to give the stupid daughter-in-law a burst and make her sober and sober.