But the master wants to use these things to make cotton clothes and quilts? ”

Looking at a truckload of torn cotton jackets and quilts, Song Qingyuan had a faint guess in his heart.

I have to say that the practice of Pratt & Whitney Master is indeed economical.

Purchasing these torn cotton jackets, broken quilts, and recycling them is much more saver than directly using new cotton fabrics.

"Definitely!" Master Pratt & Whitney shook his head

"Knowing etiquette in a down-to-earth manner, for the poor, it is enough to cover their bodies in this winter!"

"Whether the fancy pattern fits or not, that's the pursuit of the honest people."

"But it is not for the poor!"

Song Qingyuan thought for a moment, "What the master said is extremely true! ”

If these torn cotton jackets and torn cotton clothes are sewn into fitted clothes, it will require a lot of manpower and material resources, and the gains will outweigh the losses.

Actually, for people who need it urgently, it's good that way.

Song Qingyuan understood!

After that, he and Xiao Thirteen, as well as a group of people who were driving the car, followed Master Puhui.

I came to several famous beggars' gathering places in Yulin County, and distributed some clothes and food to all beggars.

I went to a village near Yulin County, and according to the poor families in the village, I sent "warmth" and "love" one by one.

After tossing for three days, Master Puhui used the "transformed" silver, the grain he bought, the torn cotton clothes, and the broken quilts before he sent them out one by one.

Each family did not get much, and some were just a set of cotton clothes, a pair of quilts, and ten catties of grain.

For those with large populations, it is only a drop in the bucket and does not solve the fundamental problem.

But Master Pratt & Whitney is happy to do it.

In his words, what the poor monks gave them was not food, not cotton clothes, not quilts, but a hope.

It is a "warmth" in the cold winter.

"Song Nongnu!"

Master Puhui suddenly stopped Song Qingyuan, "In the past few days, the poor monks have been disturbed a lot in the Song family. ”

"Thank you for the hospitality of the Song peasant girl and the benefactors of the Song family."

"Now, the old man has found a temple to take shelter for a while, so he will take his leave."

There is a small temple in Zhangjia Town, the villagers of Songjia Village, as well as the people of Qingshi Town, burn incense and worship Buddha on weekdays, and often go to this temple.

Just a few days ago, the presiding officer of the temple warmly invited Master Pratt & Whitney to stay.

Master Pratt & Whitney has also agreed, and plans to leave today.

"Since the master has made up his mind, Yuan'er will not be forced to stay." Song Qingyuan said.

After all, Master Pratt & Whitney is a monk and belongs to the temple.

It's okay to live in Song's house for a while, but after a long time, it is inevitable that there will be inconveniences.

"If the master has leisure, please invite the master to come to the Song family as a guest."

"When the time comes, Yuan'er must have the master's favorite things and entertain the master."

Song Qingyuan smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his eyebrows and eyes were crooked.

Hearing this, Master Pratt & Whitney said, "Haha! He laughed.

It's still Song Qingyuan, the familiar hearty laughter.

"So, thank you Song Nongnu."

"It's not early today, so don't let me go."

After speaking, Master Pratt & Whitney turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait a minute!"

Song Qingyuan hurriedly shouted, walked forward quickly, looked at Master Puhui with clear eyes, frowned slightly, and quickly relaxed.

He asked softly, "Master, have you ever known Yuan'er before?" ”

Song Qingyuan asked very abruptly.

But judging from the relationship with Master Puhui in the past few days, Song Qingyuan always felt that Master Puhui had a casual familiarity with her.

This familiarity is very hazy, mainly in the usual speech and behavior, as well as the attitude towards her.

"Ah! Full! Declivity! Buddha! ”

Master Puhui laughed, smiled incomprehensibly, and said slowly, "Everything is fate!" ”

"The donor has a relationship with the old man!"

Song Qingyuan "......"

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If you say it, you don't say it!

The villain in Song Qingyuan's heart couldn't take the monk's small hammer to knock on the wooden fish and knock on Master Puhui's head.

Look at what secrets are hidden in his head.

By the time of Layue, the work on the mountain had been stopped.

Wang Shilang and other officials, as well as craftsmen from the capital, have all returned to Beijing.

Only Xiao Jingduo and Xiao Thirteen and the other brocade guards have not left.

And the Erlang of the Song family, Shen Biqing and Song Qingmo, have also returned from Fucheng.

Song Jiadong crosses the courtyard.

Erlang, Shen Biqing, and Song Qingmo were in Song Qingyuan's room, explaining the affairs of the city to Song Qingyuan.

"Mo'er's snack counter has been opened in Lanting Accord and Song Ji chess and card room."

"As for our Song Kee Department Store, it's almost finished, and it's just about to put the finishing touches."

"I've left someone behind and I'm in charge there, and I won't be able to open until the spring of next year."

"So fast?" Song Qingyuan was a little surprised.

The Song Ji Department Store in Huai'an Mansion is larger than that in Yulin County, and according to her calculations, it will not be able to be built in a few months.

Who would have thought that it would be so neat, only the final finish.

Erlang raised his head, hooked the corners of his mouth, and brought out a ruffian smile.

"Who calls my sister capable, someone follows it, it's easy to do things!"

"This time to build the Song Kee Department Store, not only the Yang family helped."

"Even the giants of Fucheng, the Shi family, the Yin family, and the Zhang family, have also sent stewards to help Zhang Luo."

"Even bring it, a group of good workers, this person has a lot of strength, isn't it fast to build!"

Jiro shrugged his shoulders and threw himself back, sitting on the couch bench.

Song Qingyuan smiled faintly, these people were not looking at her, but Xiao Jingduo's face.

Song Qingyuan retracted his thoughts and looked at Erlang and the two, "These days, the second brother and the second sister-in-law have worked hard." ”

"What hard work is not hard!"

Shen Biqing stretched out her arms and hugged Song Qingyuan, "Your own business, how can you talk about hard work." ”

"The second sister-in-law is talking about ......," Song Qingyuan smiled shyly.

I also want to ask Erlang, Shen Biqing and others about Fucheng.

Who would have thought that at this time, Tian Ju knocked on the door and came in.

"Girl, Lord Xiao is here."

"Let's go see Lord Xiao, we won't bother."

Shen Biqing stood up and smiled ambiguously.

Song Qingyuan was teased, his face was flushed, much like a ripe red apple.

"The second brother, the second sister-in-law, Mo'er, you go get busy first, I'll go see Lord Xiao......"

Inside the Song Family Hall.

Xiao Jingduo sat on the main seat, picked up the teacup, and tasted it slowly.

Beside him, in addition to Xiao Shisan, and the other two brocade guards, there was also one more woman.

The woman looked to be thirty-seven or eighteen years old, her hair meticulously combed, coiled behind her, and she wore this plain gown.

There are also long dresses of the same color and style, which look well-dressed and neat.

And her hands were placed on the side of her waist in a regular manner, her body was straight, and she was looking ahead.

It's like a picture of etiquette and rules.

After Song Qingyuan entered the hall, she understood at first glance that this person was probably the nurturing grandmother that Xiao Jingduo found for her.

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Chapter 1084: Raising Mama