Chen Sanjin's son married a wife, and it is understandable to send invitations to their brothers and sisters.

Song Qingyuan chuckled and teased, "Little Martial Master, now on the interface of this Qingshi Town, he is also the number one famous character......

"Heh......" Erlang sneered, "It's not as good as the little owner!" ”

"Even people like Li Sanshun, you dare to provoke!" Erlang gritted his teeth and stuck to Song Qingyuan's ear.

Song Qingyuan disagreed, "No matter how ruthless a person is, he is also a human being!" ”

"What do you mean?" Jiro raised an eyebrow.

Song Qingyuan smiled contemptuously, "Li Sanshun is old on the top, young on the bottom, and there are people who are concerned, no matter how fierce he is, he is just a paper tiger." ”

As long as she is given time, one day, Li Sanshun will be jealous of the Song family.

Song Qingyuan picked up the invitation, looked at it casually, and with a "whoosh", Erlang snatched the invitation, "Even if what you say is reasonable, since you are so smart, then guess, who is Chen Sanjin's son going to marry?" ”

Who to marry? Song Qingyuan looked at Erlang's evil smile and thought thoughtfully, "Since I have to guess, then I must know this person......"

Jiro shrugged.

That's right! Song Qingyuan raised her eyebrows, she really didn't know many women to be married, except for those in Songjia Village, who she really didn't know?

Wait a minute! She really knows a ...... Song Qingyuan smiled dryly, "Don't tell me, is it He Xiuxiu?" ”

Erlang's brain collapsed and bounced over, "It's really smart!" ”

Song Qingyuan glanced at her, it's not that she's smart, it's that there are too few people to choose from.

"What date is the date?" Song Qingyuan took the invitation card from Erlang's hand and muttered, "Twenty this month? ”

So fast? What happened?

"He Xiuxiu's brother, but he is still in the imperial examination...... He Xiuxiu was busy booking it, it was very abnormal......" Song Qingyuan seemed to be smiling, meaning something.

He Xiuxiu can't marry into the Song family, she is really happy.

Erlang came over and said in his ear, "It is rumored that it is a heroic rescue of beauty, and then two people, lonely men and widows, dry firewood...... Hey! ”

Erlang laughed obscenely in Song Qingyuan's ear a few times, and was pushed away by Song Qingyuan.

Erlang was born as a gangster, has many younger brothers, and has always been well-informed in the town, Song Qingyuan asked, "Heroes save beauty?" Is it insulted? ”

Erlang leaned against the counter angrily, "It is said that he was robbed by a few thugs...... Chen Sanjin's son passed by and was rescued, and the two of them directly became a good thing. ”

"The grace of saving lives is promised by yourself! Gee! This bridge ......" Erlang's eyes flowed with a tasteful smile, "Brother Da Lang is back, there is a good show to watch......"

"Second brother!" Song Qingyuan patted Erlang's shoulder and said seriously, "I don't believe you if you are not our mother's son!" ”

"What do you mean?" Erlang didn't understand, how did he get to this.

"I love to watch dramas!" Song Qingyuan pouted.

"Heh......" Jiro sneered. I understand that Song Qingyuan is talking about him.

"Second brother, do those little gangsters have anything to do with the eldest aunt?" Song Qingyuan asked quietly. She seriously suspected that the thugs were found by Sun.

The old lady of the Sun family borrowed ten taels of silver for no reason, maybe she did this.

"I don't know!" Erlang shook his head, "Whoever you love, it's our business." ”

Belch...... That's true. It's a pity that the Sun family is the daughter-in-law of the Song family, and Dalang is the eldest grandson of the Song family.

"Second brother, you keep an eye on it, it's really related to the eldest uncle, remember to help sweep the tail......" Song Qingyuan advised, if this matter is really related to the Sun family, it can't be troubled, otherwise the Song family will not stop.

"Don't worry! I've got it! The He family wished that this matter would pass quickly...... Whose daughter was robbed and couldn't hide it, and if she made a fuss, did she want to marry......" Erlang hooked the corners of his mouth disdainfully.

"The Chen family is the same!" The name of the daughter's family is important.

Erlang casually picked up the zongzi in front of the counter and was about to pick it up.

Song Qingyuan snatched it over, "Yours at home, I'll leave it for you." This is sold by Sister Rong'er and Mo'er on our generation. ”

"Consignment?" Erlang sneered, and a violent knock over, "Your brain is confused!" ”

"What do you mean?" Song Qingyuan returned it without showing weakness.

"You sell zongzi in our restaurant, and the guests all eat zongzi, who still eats your barbecue, eats your stupid pot stew......" Erlang rolled his eyes, "Zongzi is only a few dollars!" ”

Belch...... It makes sense.

"Then, then it won't be sold...... Song Qingyuan beckoned and shouted, "Shopkeeper Qi ......"

The shopkeeper came over, "Little owner, what do you command?" ”

Song Qingyuan waved his hand, "Go outside to paste a piece of paper, by the way, publicize and publicize, we live in nature, carry out activities during the Dragon Boat Festival, and give yellow rice dumplings for every 100 yuan consumed, and give Jiang rice dumplings for every 200 yuan consumed." ”

Song Qingyuan rubbed his chin, do you want to do another lottery and another guessing game?

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

When Song Qingyuan went back, the zongzi he brought had already been given away.

"This is zongzi money, eighty-five wen." Song Qingyuan handed the copper plate to Song Qingmo.

"All sold?" Song Qingmo's eyes lit up.

"Nope!" Song Qingyuan shook his head, "Our restaurant is used for activities...... From now on, I will be given 50 yellow rice dumplings and 50 Jiang rice dumplings every day. ”

"It lasts until the end of the Dragon Boat Festival." Song Qingyuan Road.

Fifty yellow rice dumplings, fifty Jiang rice dumplings, Song Qingmo immediately stretched out his finger and calculated, fifty yellow rice dumplings are one hundred Wen, and fifty Jiang rice rice dumplings are two hundred Wen.

It's 300 wen a day? Song Qingmo's heart is beating "poof" and "poof", and she can earn it for three hundred words...... At least 100 wen.

100 wen a day! Oh, my God! She's going crazy.

"Goo-dong!" Song Qingmo swallowed her saliva and forcibly settled down, "Yuan'er, you buy more, I'll make you cheaper, how about two hundred and fifty Wen?" I'll give you all kinds of stuffed dumplings. ”

"I'm pretty good at doing business, and I know how to make profits!" Song Qingyuan laughed, "Okay! ”

Yuan'er even boasted that she would do business...... Song Qingmo jumped up happily, "I'm going to buy rice ......" and ran out like a little bee.

Song Qingyuan shook his head and smiled, and was about to go back to the house when a big meat ball pounced.

"Sister......" Shiro cried sticky.

Song Qingyuan hugged Shiro's chubby body, "It's heavy again!" ”

Belch...... Shiro licked the corners of his mouth, "Sister, I still want to eat zongzi." ”

Song Qingyuan scratched Shiro's nose, "You have pocket money, go to your sister Mo'er to buy it yourself." ”

"Family, talk about money!" Shiro twisted his body and said in a chirping voice.

"Makes sense!" Song Qingyuan nodded approvingly, "In that case, how about giving your pocket money to Sister Mo'er, Sister Rong'er?" ”

Shiro pouted, "Sister, you don't hurt me anymore......"

"I don't care who you hurt!" Song Qingyuan pinched Shiro's big fat face, "How much you make by picking flowers, you can calculate it yourself." A zongzi is only a few pennies, and you, a little rich man, are not hard to eat. ”

"That's just as well!" Shiro thought about it and grinned, he earned more than a hundred wen by picking flowers.

But it's still a bit small, just enough for a barbecue.

"Sister, give me another way to make money......

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