"Cheng, I'll wait." Song Yulan pursed her lips, not to be outdone, but her face was tense, she couldn't hold it back, and she only laughed out loud.

Song Liuzhi also couldn't straighten up with a smile, and only said: "My mother is steaming white sugar cakes at home, I'll bring you two pieces when I'm free." ”

"Okay, then I'll have to wait."

Between the little sisters, the temper tantrums can't even exceed a quarter of an hour, which makes people feel more and more funny.

"Okay, okay, I'll go back first, saying that it's two hours, I'm afraid it's more than an hour, and when I go back, I'll have to be calloused by my mother's ears, and I'll come back when I'm free."

Song Liuzhi said goodbye to Song Yulan, and went home with a jump.

When I was about to get home, I saw Song Chunmiao transporting cotton from the field to the house.

This is the season of the autumn harvest, it is the time to pick cotton, the snow-white cotton on the cotton branches, "grinning" luxuriantly, the cotton is picked, spread under the sun to dry, you can sell it for money, or take off the cotton seed to spin and weave, make cotton cores, etc.

Cotton is very useful and useful, and it has become the most valuable thing among all the things grown in this field, so anyone who wants to make more money will grow some cotton.

Song Chunmiao's family has a large population and few fields, so naturally they want to exchange more money for more cotton, so they are naturally busy picking cotton in the field.

On weekdays, Song Liuzhi and Song Chunmiao play quite well, and Song Chunmiao is often beaten and scolded by her mother, Song Liuzhi feels pity in the end, and always enlightens or stuffs her with some snacks.

When he saw her at this time, he also greeted her with a smile: "Chunmiao." ”

"Willow branches." Song Chunmiao answered, put down the heavy back basket full of cotton on his shoulders, and wiped the sweat on his forehead: "Where have you been?" ”

"I just went to find Yulan, and I wanted to play with her, but she was not available, so I had to come back first." Song Liuzhi said with a smile.

"Oh." Song Chunmiao drooped her eyelids.

As soon as Song Yulan was mentioned, he thought of Xie Yinan, and then remembered the things that he couldn't do when he went to her to learn the craft, and Song Chunmiao felt uncomfortable for a while.

"What is Magnolia busy with now? Can't even play with you? Song Chunmiao raised her head: "Speaking of which, I haven't seen her busy in the field in the past two days, so what is she busy at home?" ”

"Yulan followed her second sister-in-law to learn the craft, seeing that she was so concentrated, even I don't want to take care of it, but it's okay, there will be a craft in the future, this is not worrying, I have to be detained by my mother at home to embroider the dowry during this time, and I don't have time to come out to play." Song Liuzhi laughed at himself.

When Song Chunmiao heard this, her eyes became more and more complicated, and her heart became more and more uncomfortable.

originally thought that Xie Yinan didn't teach her because she didn't want to pass on this craft to others, but she didn't think about it, she just wanted to pass on this craft to Song Yulan.

Sure enough, this person only thinks about himself, where can he control the life and death of others.

Song Chunmiao only felt that her nose was sore, and then she thought that if she couldn't learn the craft, she could only marry that scoundrel, and she was afraid that life would be worse than death for the rest of her life, and she wanted to bleed in her heart.

At this time, Song Liuzhi was still talking about her dowry, and she was still smiling.

Yes, I heard that she booked a good family, the family is very wealthy, and she is just waiting to eat fragrant and spicy food when she marries in the future, she really doesn't have to worry about anything.

But she was happy and happy, and she had to say it again, did she want to show it deliberately?

Song Liuzhi didn't know that her marriage was not good, so she had to talk about it, obviously she wanted to poke the knife.

Song Chunmiao's tears couldn't help falling down, and she secretly wiped her sleeves: "My mother urged me to work, I have to send the cotton back quickly, and then go to the field to carry it." ”

"Well, you go get busy, and when the autumn harvest is over, I'll play with you again." Song Liuzhi didn't notice Song Chunmiao's strange appearance, only nodded happily, and continued to go home happily.

Seeing Song Liuzhi leaving, Song Chunmiao walked to the house with the bamboo basket on his back, and after walking two steps, he couldn't help but look back at Song Liuzhi's back as happy as a little swallow.

Himself, on the other hand, let out a long sigh.

This person's life is so different from that of a person.

Others don't have to work, they only think about eating, drinking, and playing every day, and they are pampered by the family in the palm of their hands, so she can only work day and night, and she will be beaten and scolded endlessly.

This marriage is the same, other people's Yangguan Avenue is flat and flat, and she is a single-plank bridge above the rapids, and she will fall into the water at any time, and she is worried about losing her life.

It's all human, why is it so different......

Tears flowed down her cheeks.

As the days passed, the autumn became stronger and stronger, the northwest wind blew more and more cold, and it was already early winter, and people who were afraid of the cold were already wearing a thin jacket.

The grain in the field is almost harvested, and the next step is to level the land, sow wheat, and wait for the wheat seedlings to sprout for the winter.

People are getting busier and busier these times.

Not in the field, though, but at home.

The recovered soybeans, corn, and peanuts are all dried in the sun, and they are either stored, sold early, or further processed.

For example, peanuts are pressed for oil, and corn is ground for flour.

Therefore, most of them are holding a basket or dustpan, peeling peanut shells, or peeling off the corn kernels, waiting for the oil to be squeezed and grinded.

In groups of three or five, they are doing their work while pulling homely things, which is very lively.

Cao and Guo are also doing these jobs at home, while Xie Yinan and Song Yulan are busy drawing patterns and weaving bracelets.

The drawings drawn by Xie Yinan have already been sent to Shopkeeper Yang several times.

Each time, five or six can be left, and the price of each one ranges from two to three taels of silver.

Roughly calculated, Xie Yinan has already obtained thirty or forty taels of silver just by drawing the purse pattern.

And those purses, the tassels and knots at the bottom are from the hands of Xie Yinan and Song Yulan, so that in addition to this pattern, the knots can make more money.

Coupled with the money spent on the bracelet and the head, there are all kinds of money, and there is already an income of almost fifty taels.

Looking at the shriveled purse, it swelled up little by little, Xie Yinan felt quite relieved.

In any era, only with money in hand can we deal with various risks and problems, and only then can we be more sure-footed.

Again, being able to earn silver is also a recognition of her ability in this era, which makes Xie Yinan feel a lot of satisfaction.

What made her even more gratifying was that Song Yulan had finally seen some results after a period of diligent practice.