The Song family came to a huge action to harvest vegetables, and the fanfare was eager to make everyone know. 『．

Song Chengzhong, Song Chengyi, pushing the cart, drove side by side.

Da Lang, Ji Lang, also borrowed a small board car and followed behind.

Sun, Li, and Ye followed closely behind each with their hands holding baskets.

Song Qingrong, Song Qingyuan, and Song Qingmo respectively carried a basket on their backs and a small basket in their hands.

Shiro was in the team, shuttling happily, bouncing and hopping, and having fun.

A group of people walked in the village in a noisy manner.

"Yo, there are so many people, what are you doing here?" The villagers looked at it and asked curiously.

Sun stopped and smiled slightly, "Isn't it impossible to sell the dishes of the Song Lao Liu's family, after my family found out, they decided to help them." ”

"Huh?" The people in the village were stunned, Song Zude's family wanted to help Song Laoliu's family? Is this the sun hitting the west and coming out?

Sun brushed his hair, and a "virgin-like" smile appeared on his face, "My father-in-law often said that he repays grievances with virtue and treats people with leniency. We scholars attach the most importance to integrity and pay the most attention to family concepts. ”

"No matter how poor the Song family is, they are also from the Song family village, and they are also from my Song clan, seeing that the sixth uncle's family is so depressed and it is not easy to survive, my family can't ......bear it," Sun sighed slightly.

"My grandfather often said, you have to be forgiving and forgiving!" Song Qingyuan's voice interjected.

"Since the other party has sincerely repented, why should my family spare an opportunity...... With my father's connections in the county, disposing of some dishes is just a trivial matter. ”

Song Qingyuan took the opportunity to elevate the status of Old Man Song.

"It's just a matter of raising your hands......" Song Qingyuan said.

"That's it! Is that! The villagers nodded their heads again and again.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, Song Zude's family was different in the end. In their opinion, thousands of catties of vegetables can worry people to death, and in the eyes of others, it is just a matter of mouth.

Looking at everyone's expressions of awe, Song Qingyuan was satisfied, this was what she wanted.

So he continued, "I believe that all my relatives and neighbors see how my family behaves and does things...... I don't dare to say anything else, but as long as our family is good. ”

"For the people in the village and the people in the clan, we will not hesitate to pull a hand."

"If you can't finish eating at home, our family will collect ......"

"If the family is at leisure, make a small basket and earn a meal, our family will also collect ......"

"Our family treats the people in our village and does ......their best to be benevolent and righteous," Song Qingyuan paused slightly.

"That's right! Your family is righteous, we all know it in our hearts......" The villagers nodded one after another.

"Braiding, weaving small baskets, collecting vegetables, we all remember this pile."

"During this time, I made some money by weaving small baskets, and my life was much better." Someone sighed.

"My family's vegetables have also sold a lot, which is much easier than going to town."

"My family has little land, and if it weren't for this income, I wouldn't know how to live...... the village names said one after another.

Achieved the expected effect, Song Qingyuan said, "Our Song family is not a person who forgets his roots, and if there is such a thing to make money in the future, we will still think of everyone." ”

"As long as we Songjia villagers unite and put our minds right, our Songjia Village will get better and better......"

"If someone destroys the unity ......," Song Qingyuan lengthened his voice.

"That's the sinner of our Songjia Village!" Liu Laogen was the first to shout, "If anyone dares to destroy the good life of Songjia Village, drive him out of Songjia Village!" ”

Liu Laogen has been making a living by weaving baskets for Song Qingyuan these days, and Liu Laogen naturally has to support his "gold master".

"That's right! Whoever destroys the peace of Songjia Village will be driven out of Songjia Village. "The villagers are not stupid, they can have a job in their spare time and earn some food rations, who doesn't want to.

In this regard, everyone actively supports Mr. Song's family.

"Your family is a scholar, with a right mind and a good character, and the old man Song is even more magnanimous, and I Liu Laogen is convinced!" Liu Laogen gave a thumbs up in public.

Well done! Song Qingyuan smiled slightly, it seems that her care for Liu Laogen was not in vain.

Song Qingyuan had an idea, "My father is familiar with the book of Confucius and Mencius, knows how to deal with people and things, and often educates us with the knowledge in the book. ”

"In our spare time, we sisters also follow our family to read and write, learn the words of the sage, and admire the noble scholars......"

Song Qingyuan's words, this is the end.

The road has been paved, and the next thing is to see Sun's.

Sun is worthy of being a mother, and she is extremely sensitive to her daughter's affairs, Song Qingyuan's words turned so abruptly, others didn't know what was going on, but Sun knew it instantly.

immediately stood up and jokingly said, "Our daughter reads a lot, so she worships the reader, and it makes my head big......"

Sun shook his head in annoyance.

"Scholars are expensive, who doesn't worship them, besides, your daughter's grandfather, father and brother are all scholars, and the eldest girl definitely doesn't like the ...... who can't read big words," the villagers understood.

"I also want to find my daughter someone who can read...... someone joked.

"Your daughter is so handsome, she must be able to find a good one." Sun laughed alongside.

chatted with everyone for a while, and inadvertently spread the opinion that his daughter worships scholars.

It can be regarded as a disguised whitewash for Song Qinglian.

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

After the dishes of the Song Lao Liu's family were recovered, they were piled up in the backyard of the Song family.

The work of washing, chopping, and drying vegetables in the front yard also continues.

Song Qingyuan helped the family to work, but his own affairs did not fall behind.

After the first batch of hawthorn cakes, hawthorn rolls, and hawthorn slices were sold, Song Qingyuan settled the money with Erlang, and gave Erlang a commission at the price of one penny per copy.

quickly divided the second batch of goods to Erlang's "helpers".

During this period, the money merchant also came to find him, saying that he wanted to continue to sell hawthorn cakes, Song Qingyuan thought about it, weighed the pros and cons, and finally sold part of the hawthorn products to the money merchant at a price of five cents.

Although there is Erlang's "gangster", Song Qingyuan doesn't want to let go of the line of money and merchants.

Serious businessmen, in general, are still more reliable than gangsters.

"Yuan'er, do you want to go to Xiaxi Village to have a look?" Jiro leaned over and asked.

Song Qingyuan thought about it, many days have passed, and I don't know how the sweet potatoes are drying?

"Okay, I'll talk to my grandmother first." Song Qingyuan Road.

The family is busy during this time, and if you want to go out, you have to report to Zhou.

Hearing this, Zhou waved his hand, which was considered a tacit approval.

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

Xiaxi Village.

When they are not busy, the villagers like to sit around and gossip.

Song Qingyuan, Erlang also met a lot of people along the way.

When they arrived at Liu You's house, Liu You warmly received the two.

Erlang went to see the pig as usual, while Song Qingyuan looked at the sweet potato and nodded with satisfaction.

These sweet potatoes are drying well, it seems that Liu You is not ambiguous, and he really helps to turn them over.

The sieve that Song Qingyuan requested, Liu You also made a lot.

Song Qingyuan paid the price of three cents.

"Second brother......" Song Qingyuan turned his head to look for Erlang's figure.

The words suddenly got stuck in my mouth.