Song Chengzhong made a big red face, it turned out that he was not looking for him to be in charge.

The straight body fell down, spread out on the chair, and said weakly, "Yuan'er, then what is the matter with your uncle?" ”

Song Qingyuan couldn't help laughing.

"Uncle, our workshop lacks a calligrapher and painter, and the money is calculated by piece, do you want to take advantage of your free time to earn some pocket money?" Song Qingyuan asked.

"What kind of calligrapher?" Song Chengzhong was puzzled, pinched his chin with one hand, looked up at the beam, calligrapher and painter, these three words sounded quite elegant.

Looking at Song Chengzhong's expression, Song Qingyuan snickered, calligraphy and painting artist, calligraphy and painting worker, one word difference!

It's not up to her to call her, but it's the same job anyway.

If you are happy, you can also call the holy master of calligraphy and painting.

Immediately afterwards, Song Qingyuan explained, "Shiro's puzzle, Uncle also saw it, and the workshop I built is made of this." ”

"Some puzzles require writing, and some puzzles require drawing......

"Pen and ink, paints, and workshops provide them, and the uncle is responsible for writing and painting, ranging from one to ten cents for each piece."

"Ranging from one to ten?" Song Chengzhong groaned.

Song Qingyuan continued, "The size and difficulty of each piece of calligraphy and painting are different, and the price is different. ”

"That's right!" Song Chengzhong nodded in agreement, and estimated in his heart, how much money can he earn a month?

"Yuan'er, do you think Uncle can earn one or two a month?" Song Chengzhong asked directly.

Song Qingyuan smiled, it's best to like money!

"It depends on how much work there is in the workshop, and if you live more, you will be guaranteed a hundred times a day." Song Qingyuan is also calculating, a "Three Character Classic" is counted according to seven or eight texts, and ten articles are seventy or eighty texts.

With Song Chengzhong's writing speed, ten articles a day, it's still okay, if he can't do it, it can only be said that he didn't work hard enough, and he can't blame her.

"The most important thing is that this job is relatively leisurely, and the uncle can do it at any time, and he doesn't have to do ......."

"The workshop is near our house, and when I don't live, my uncle can also teach Shiro to read, and teach Sister Rong'er and Mo'er to read and write......"

To the point.

Song Chengzhong is not a stupid person, and he suddenly understood Song Qingyuan's purpose.

Finding him a job, mainly to keep him at home and teach Shiro to read.

It doesn't matter, anyway, when he's fine, he will teach the children in the family......

"Done! I should do this, and when there is work, you will come to me! Song Chengzhong nodded in agreement.

One hundred wen a day, three taels of silver a month, which is more than what he earns as a church.

The key is to be at home and at ease.

And it's also billed by the piece, and when he doesn't want to do it, he can also find someone else to replace him......

............

It's the Mid-Autumn Festival of another year, and this is the second Mid-Autumn Festival that Song Qingyuan has spent here.

I especially remember the last Mid-Autumn Festival, she took Shiro and a group of small radish heads to put river lanterns, and Lu Mingxuan put Kong Ming lanterns together......

It also leads to a follow-up event, for which she gets a token.

The token, she hid in a corner.

If she could, she would have liked the day she wouldn't have used the token for the rest of her life.

Thinking like this, a piece of moon cake suddenly appeared in front of him, and Song Qingyuan came back to his senses from his thoughts.

"What do you want?" Song Qingmo's hand shook, "Hand over the moon cakes." ”

The moon cakes with red bean filling, Song Qingmo made it herself.

Song Qingyuan took it, broke half of it and went back, "It's not easy for you to make moon cakes to make some money, don't always get it for me." ”

Some time ago, Song Qingrong and Song Qingmo made moon cakes and sold them, and after they were done, they gave them to the family to eat. Shiro, Lee, these two foodies, have eaten a lot.

Song Qingyuan was embarrassed about this.

"It's fine!" Song Qingmo waved her hand indifferently, took the other half of the moon cake and took a bite, "The Mid-Autumn Festival is almost over, and if there is still a little left, it will not be sold, and it will be shared with the family." ”

"The second uncle's one, my mother went to send ......"

After eating the moon cakes, Song Qingmo slapped her hands, took out a handkerchief and wiped it, and took out five hundred yuan from her arms, "I will pay you back the five hundred first, and I will pay back the rest slowly." ”

Five hundred wen, Song Qingmo earned it by selling moon cakes during this time.

"In a few days, I can pay you back another 500 wen." Song Qingmo said.

"I'm not in a hurry, you don't have to ......," Song Qingyuan said.

Song Qingmo interrupted Song Qingyuan's words, "After paying you back, I feel more and more hopeful, and I am happy to see the debt decrease little by little." ”

......

"Alright then!" Song Qingyuan put away the five hundred wen, "Earn the money slowly, don't worry." ”

"How can you not be in a hurry...... Song Qingmo leaned back in her chair, "My sister is thirteen years old......

"I want to buy her a decent dowry." Song Qingmo said faintly.

After a while, Song Qingmo's body stood up again, sweeping away the decadent posture, full of yuan power.

added, "It can't be worse than Sister Lian'er!" ”

Song Qingyuan smiled, Song Qingmo is not a big person, but she is full of energy, and she loves to worry.

"There are still two or three years...... Song Qingyuan said, "In these two or three years, you can make a lot of money by raising ducks." ”

"Not enough!" Song Qingmo shook her head firmly, with a pair of dark eyes, and looked straight over, "You said that you can't be satisfied with the status quo." ”

"Uh......" Song Qingyuan was embarrassed, she said this.

"When I pay off the money I owe you, I will catch the pig next year." Song Qingmo continued, "I have told my grandmother that we will raise pigs in three rooms next year." ”

"Give the family a pig for the New Year, chickens and ducks can be eaten at home, and the wheat bran at home will belong to me."

This is Song Qingmo carrying Song Chengli behind her back and the Ye family talking to the Zhou family by herself.

For this, he was also criticized.

Song Qingyuan also heard Zhou's mouthful, and continued, "That's good!" ”

Song Qingmo laughed, every time Song Qingyuan praised her, she felt that she had done the right thing, and Song Qingyuan's praise was the driving force for her to do things and move forward.

got support, Song Qingmo was even more confident, "After raising pigs and having fertilizer, I will fertilize the land more, make the land fertile, and when my sister gets married, I will give her the land as a dowry." ”

"The dowry of five acres of land, isn't it very face-saving!" Song Qingmo's forehead was raised.

"It's face, but what about yourself? Don't be a landlord anymore? Song Qingyuan asked.

Song Qingmo shook her hand, "I'm still young, don't worry, it's the same if I become a landlord after I get married." ”

"Uh...... Makes sense! ”

Song Qingmo's wasteland, after buying it back, the two sisters went to pick up big stones when they were free.

After the Song family cleared the wasteland and turned over the land, Song Chengli and the Ye family took advantage of the time, took the long-term worker Liu Laogen, led the cow, and drove it out.

Now her land, like the wasteland of the Song family, is just waiting to be fertilized and sown in the spring of the next year.

"Have you ever thought about what to plant in the field?" Song Qingyuan chatted casually.

"Thought!" Song Qingmo said, "Originally, I wanted to plant sweet potatoes, so that the sweet potato vines could be used to feed the pigs, but my father said no, the first year of the wasteland should be planted beans." ”

"Yuan'er, is that so?" Song Qingmo asked, she remembered that Song Qingyuan had a book on agriculture.

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