The light rain came unexpectedly and without warning.

Everyone in the Song family immediately rushed out of the house and hurriedly began to pour sweet potatoes into the warehouse.

"Quick, call everyone back, and call the people who dig the lotus pond too" Zhou commanded Shiro to call people while loading the sweet potatoes into the basket.

Hearing this, Shiro shook his short legs and quickly ran in the direction of the lotus pond.

After a moment of effort, the lotus pond worked, the workshop worked, and a large area came to the hula la.

Everyone knows that sweet potatoes can't be drenched in the rain.

In the old house next door, Ye's family, Song Qingrong, and Song Qingmo, who were feeding the chickens and ducks, also hurriedly put down the work in their hands.

Joined the army of sweet potato harvesters.

Under the drizzling rain, it is the busy figure of everyone.

Tens of thousands of catties of sweet potatoes, it is really not easy to snatch them up, and after some tossing, the sweet potatoes were finally put into the warehouse.

Then at this time, the light rain in the sky also stopped.

"God, you're fooling me" Li couldn't help but scold.

Song Chengyi kicked the basket away in annoyance.

Song Qingyuan sat on the chair and sighed helplessly.

This time, it will be enough to regulate people, if it is two or three more times

I feel tired just thinking about it.

In fact, she didn't plan to continue making dried sweet potatoes, but unfortunately, the toy workshop had just been built and had not yet started, and other workshops could only slow down.

After a few days, it was calm and there was no rain, and Song Qingyuan was secretly happy.

The hawthorns of the Song family have been all cleaned, the core has been removed, and the hawthorn products are made. The sale of hawthorn cakes, hawthorn rolls, and hawthorn slices has also officially entered the track.

Erlang's younger brothers raised fifty catties to sell on the first day.

The money merchant family of three made a move for the first time, and they also took twenty catties of goods.

Today is the second time they have come to the door.

Qian Shanglang took his two sons and brother-in-law, sitting in the hall of the Song family, and Song Chengli, who was in charge of greeting him, sat opposite.

"This time, I plan to take fifty catties of goods and sell them in other counties." Qian Lang discussed, the expression on his face was a little cramped and uneasy.

The Song family is no longer what it used to be, and the mansion of Nuoda looks particularly magnificent. When dealing with the Song family, he unconsciously will be inferior.

In particular, their family made a lot of money by selling the bean sprouts of the Song family, and bought a donkey cart.

The way to come to the money, you can't lose it.

The money merchant spoke, becoming more and more polite.

"It's quite a long way to go to other counties to sell." Song Chengli chatted casually, and now the Song family has the most dealings with Qian Lang.

Qian Lang's expression was a little embarrassed, "In the town, there are quite a lot of people selling hawthorn cakes in the county, and the goods are not happy." ”

Song Chengli understood in seconds, this was the person Erlang was looking for, blocking the way for the money merchant to make money.

"Do you still have the bean sprouts?" asked Song Chengli.

Although after the dish is down, the bean sprouts are not easy to sell. The money merchant takes less goods, but if he sells more, the Song family will be able to make more money.

If the money merchant doesn't take the goods, the sales of bean sprouts will have to drop.

"You must take it" The money merchant's voice was slightly raised, the bean sprouts earn less, and they have to earn, and they don't want a small amount of money.

Qian Lang pointed to a short young man next to him, "This is my youngest son, and he will pick up the bean sprouts in the future, and he and his mother will stay here to sell bean sprouts and hawthorn." ”

"The three of us will go out of town." Qian Lang pointed to his eldest son and then to his brother-in-law.

"Oh" Song Chengli nodded, it turned out that everything was arranged.

"That's going to let your youngest son pick it up tomorrow." Song Chengli responded happily and stood up, "Let's go get the hawthorn cake."

"This time I want to take less hawthorn cake and more hawthorn chips." Qian Lang then stood up, "I won't take the hawthorn roll this time." ”

"Yes, too" Song Chengli smiled innocently, "Hawthorn slices are easy to preserve, you go far, you should take more hawthorn slices." ”

"That's the reason," the money merchant also laughed.

A few people walked out together.

Song Chengli took out two large baskets of hawthorn slices from the upper room and the inner room, and took two large boxes of hawthorn cakes according to the request of the money merchant.

"That's exactly fifty pounds." Song Chengli put down the scales, "A total of one or two pieces of silver, the basket and box will be given to you." ”

The Song family didn't pack it into a small basket like Song Qingyuan this year and sell it separately.

Instead, at a price of 20 wen a catty, it was wholesaled.

In Songjia Village, if someone wants to eat, come and buy a tael to satisfy their hunger, and the Song family also sells it.

The money merchant took the basket and the box and handed them to his brother-in-law and two sons respectively.

"Dad" Song Qingrong stood at the small door outside the west wing, shouting.

Song Chengli turned around and asked, "Girl, what's the matter?"

"There is a duck house, and a piece of wood is poured, and you can repair it," Song Qingrong said softly.

"Hey, I'll go over after I'm done dealing with this side of the matter." Song Chengli replied.

As soon as the money merchant saw that Song Chengli had something to do, he didn't delay much.

neatly took out a tael of silver from his arms and handed it to Song Chengli, "Then Brother Song, let's see you back." ”

"I'll send you," Song Chengli said.

"No, no," Qian Lang hurriedly stopped Song Chengli's movements, "You are busy with your going, I don't have to send it." ”

Qian merchants often take bean sprouts from the Song family, and they are also frequent customers.

"Then I won't send it, you go slowly" Song Chengli put the scales away.

When he came back to his senses, he found the youngest son of the money merchant and looked at Song Qingrong in a daze.

Song Chengli smiled unnaturally and looked at the money merchant.

Song Chengli was unnatural, and the money merchant was even more embarrassed, the first time he brought his son, he made such a big fool of him.

"Silly boy, come back to your senses" Qian Lang slapped his youngest son on the head.

The youngest son of the money merchant was a little confused.

What did his father do when he beat him?

Qian Lang pulled him twice without a trace, and said in a low voice, "Hurry up"

Until he left the courtyard of the Song family, the face of the youngest son of the Qian Lang family was still in a trance.

"Dad, that girl," the young man opened his mouth faintly.

Qian Lang threw a knife in his eyes, "What a baby girl, not a girl, that's what you can think." ”

The youngest son is talking about the daughter of the third child of the Song family, and the money merchant knows it in his heart.

But the daughter of the eldest of the Song family married Juren, the daughter of the third eldest of the Song family, can you find someone who is looking for a bad one

Not to mention lifting people, just rely on the current conditions of the Song family to find a good family to study, it is proper.

"What are the conditions of the Song family, haven't you seen it, how can I marry you" Qian Lang dragged his son and dragged the young man to a stumbling one.

The youngest son of the money merchant pouted, so it was impossible to marry him.

In case someone falls in love with him

Not to mention, that girl is really handsome and soft-spoken, which makes people rare to look at.

Qian Lang looked at his youngest son, this expression, and his heart immediately became alarmed.

faintly regretted it, and handed over the matter of taking the bean sprouts to his younger son.

If something happens and affects the supply of the Qian family, what can be done

Qian Lang pointed to his youngest son and warned, "Qian Yi, I can tell you, you give me an honesty, if you dare to do something for me, you see if I will beat you or not."

"Knowing Dad, don't worry, what can I do" Qian Yi's eyes rolled and waved his hands perfunctorily.

Qian Lang nodded twice more, told him again and again, and finally let go of his heart under Qian Yi's assurance.

On the Song family's side, Song Chengli handed over the silver to the Zhou family and was planning to repair the duck house for his daughter.

As soon as I was about to push the door, there was a knock on the door at the same time.

A half-old boy handed a piece of paper to Song Chengli, "Give this to Miss Song."