Song Chengli is not here, and the Zhou family is no longer making trouble.

Sitting back in his place, the old man with a strained face bit his head viciously.

When the corner of his eyes swept over Song Qingmo, his eyes flashed fiercely.

At the Song family's dinner table, there was surprisingly quiet, everyone was quietly eating their own food, and even the Li family stopped a lot.

The sound of eating was lowered.

After dinner, Song Qingyuan helped Li clean up the table, and then went to see Li's braids.

After a visual inspection, it was about eight or nine meters long.

"I don't know what you want to do with this big braid, my fingers hurt when I pinch it." Li rubbed his fingers, his face full of grievances.

"You'll have to treat me." Li said as a matter of course.

Song Qingyuan looked at Li in surprise, "Don't you want to be paid?" ”

"I don't want it, you're too embarrassed not to give it!" Lee scoffed.

Song Qingyuan "......"

Seeing that Song Qingyuan didn't speak, Li smiled and said, "I don't want to be paid." ”

"Then Shiro will have a reward for helping you work, can my mother not reward you for working for you?"

SONG Qingyuan; It's better to get paid! It can be cheaper.

"I'll buy you meat buns to eat tomorrow." Song Qingyuan Road.

"Fool me!" Li glared, "That's what you promised me in the morning." ”

"Then I'll buy you three."

"I can't eat three of them...... Li hesitated, "Then do you want to buy me a catty...... Peanut bar. ”

Song Qingyuan raised his head, "Peanuts cost ten cents a pound, and meat buns cost three cents." ”

She's a mother, and she's really going to get an inch.

"Then let's change it to a five-penny mess." Lee's head was dying.

Song Qingyuan looked at the braid in his hand and sighed, "Okay!" "It's only two pennies more than a meat bun, which is acceptable.

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

The day passed quietly, and a new day came.

After breakfast, Song Qingyuan turned out the hidden copper plates and counted them one by one.

One thousand five hundred and thirty-two texts.

Song Qingyuan squinted his eyes and laughed.

She has earned so much in less than a month of time since she crossed over, which is not bad.

Song Qingyuan gave himself a thumbs up.

I found the old purse, counted out a thousand papers, put it up, and gave it to Erlang.

Let Erlang take it to the money bank and help her exchange it for silver.

The ratio of copper coins to silver here is one thousand to one, which is very easy to calculate.

He took out one hundred and thirty-two pieces from the remaining copper plates and put them in his crossbody bag.

The remaining 400 Wen were then hidden.

Song Qingyuan went to the upper room, received the embroidered handkerchief sold by the Zhou family, and went to the town.

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

The embroidery shop is located on the corner of the street, and the shop is not large, with only one shop.

It is a shop mainly engaged in embroidery.

I also sell some fabrics.

The embroidery here is still relatively complete, from small embroidered handkerchiefs and purses to large screen clothing.

When Song Qingyuan entered, someone was embroidering.

Song Qingyuan glanced at it quietly, and got twenty-seven yuan for three handkerchiefs.

The manager of the embroidery workshop, surnamed Chen, is known as Chen Niangzi.

She is a young daughter-in-law in her twenties.

Dressed brightly, with a big red ribbon tied in her dark hair, and a smile in her eyes.

When Song Qingyuan looked over, he also turned his gaze to Song Qingyuan.

looked Song Qingyuan's clothes up and down, and chuckled, "Little girl, I'm here to embroider work." ”

"Yes!" Song Qingyuan smiled lightly and nodded.

He took the handkerchief out of his crossbody bag and handed it to Mrs. Chen.

"My parents have grown a lot of embroidery recently, can the shopkeeper increase the price?" Song Qingyuan asked with a grin.

Chen Niangzi took the handkerchief and said with a smile, "As soon as I saw this craft, I knew that it was the embroidery work of Aunt Zhou of Songjia Village." ”

Mrs. Chen picked and chose again, "These are embroidered by her daughter-in-law and granddaughter." ”

Song Qingyuan was stunned, the embroidery was given to her by the old lady together, and she really didn't know who was who.

"The shopkeeper's eyes are like torches." Song Qingyuan praised.

"Oh, little girl, it's still Zou Zou." Mrs. Chen covered her mouth and giggled.

Laughing and trembling, there is a unique style.

"I have a lot of people in my house." Song Qingyuan Road.

"I've heard that three generations of your grandparents have read books. It's always you...... Who are you? Mrs. Chen pondered.

"Shopkeeper, I want to talk about my eldest uncle." Song Qingyuan continued.

"That's right! In the past, it was your aunt who came, why did you change people today. Mrs. Chen asked.

"The eldest aunt had something to do temporarily, so it was replaced by me." Song Qingyuan explained.

Mrs. Chen nodded casually and said with a sneer, "The first time you came, you dared to ask me to increase the price, the little girl is not small!" ”

Song Qingyuan smiled shyly and blinked.

"My milk embroidery is better than the one just now." Song Qingyuan imitated the appearance of a child and brought out an innocent smile.

"That's why I'm giving you a price of ten cents." Mrs. Chen continued.

"It can't go up anymore, and if it goes up again, I won't earn it." Mrs. Chen shook her head with a smile, not taking a little girl's request for a price increase to heart at all.

Song Qingyuan was stunned because of Mrs. Chen's words.

A ten-article?

Sun really reported a false account.

At first, she just casually broke it up, thinking that she would pay for it.

I didn't expect the thing to be really hit by her.

Song Qingyuan straightened out his expression, "What about my eldest aunt's embroidery, can it rise?" ”

Mrs. Chen shook her head again, "Can't! ”

"Alright then!" Song Qingyuan deliberately lowered his head and said with a sense of loss.

handed in this embroidery work and got 140 wen.

I received fifteen more embroidery jobs and put them in my crossbody bag.

Mrs. Chen looked at the novelty of the crossbody bag, "Your pocket is convenient." ”

Song Qingyuan's eyes flashed, and he smiled, "I sewed and played." ”

Mrs. Chen glanced at Song Qingyuan deeply, and the smile in her eyes deepened.

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

Leaving the embroidery workshop, Song Qingyuan first went to buy two meat buns and a five-penny bad cake.

went to the pork shop again, and when Song Qingyuan entered, the butcher who sold meat was sharpening his knife.

A whole pig that had just been slaughtered was divided into two and placed on the table.

"Little girl, come and buy meat!" The butcher asked in a gruff voice.

Song Qingyuan shook his head, "Uncle, do you have bones?" ”

"Yes! Just unloaded. The butcher said, pulling out a large basket from under the meat case.

"There are pork leg bones, backbones, ribs, crescent bones."

"Which do you want?"

"How is this sold?" Song Qingyuan asked, pointing to a piece of pork leg bone.

"Eight pennies a pound." The butcher said.

Song Qingyuan carefully picked and picked two pieces with more meat.

It took twenty-two articles.

I bought another catty of oil, and it cost fifteen cents, and the butcher put a small bone on it.

There are thirty-seven texts in total.

The butcher tied the oil and the big bones with hemp rope, and Song Qingyuan carried it home.

When he was about to arrive at the entrance of the village, Song Qingyuan looked from afar and found a familiar figure.

Song Qinglian was standing at the entrance of the village looking at her.

After discovering her, he immediately ran over, "Yuan'er, I have something to tell you......"