The duck is gone?

Robbed?

Song Qingyuan looked confused.

Qingshi Town, who dares to rob the Song family's things.

Could it be that Brother Xiaowu in Qingshi Town is not good?

As soon as she saw Song Qingyuan's expression, Song Qingmo knew that she had misunderstood.

So he explained, "When we bought the ducklings, the ducklings were sold out. ”

Sold out?

It's even more amazing!

Bluestone Town isn't big, but it's not small.

"An entire town sold out?" Song Qingyuan asked.

"Hey!" Song Qingrong sighed, "Our mother and I went all over the places in the town to sell ducklings, but they were all sold out." ”

"We went to a few more villages where we caught ducks, and they were sold out." Song Qingrong shook her head helplessly.

What's going on?

"Didn't you ask?" Song Qingyuan Road.

"Asked!" Song Qingmo spread her hands, "The ducklings are not sold, we must ask the reason for this kind of thing." ”

"As a result, the villagers in each village went crazy and grabbed ducks together."

"The duck seller said that the next time the duck comes out, the price will have to rise!" Song Qingmo shook her head, "If the price of the duck boy rises, it won't be worth grabbing......"

In the past, a chicken boy was ten wen, and a duck boy was five wen.

Therefore, Sanfang decided to hatch chickens and catch ducks.

Who would have thought that ducks could be robbed.

Song Qingyuan vaguely guessed the reason, probably because she was crazy about collecting ducks during this time.

There is a market for ducks, and everyone can catch as many as they can.

"No, let's hatch it ourselves......" Ye said.

"But where did we come from?" Song Qingmo pursed her lips, "The chickens hatched on our kang are all chicks, how can there be a place to hatch ducks, besides, at this time, wouldn't it be a month late to grow." ”

If you are a month late, you will earn a month less.

Song Qingmo was not happy.

"You can ...... like this," Song Qingyuan suggested, "This time, the duck boy will go first, go to a farther place to catch it first, and if it doesn't work, go to the county." ”

"Anyway, we have an ox cart at home, so we are not afraid of going far."

"As for the future, we will build a house dedicated to hatching chickens and ducklings to hatch chicks and ducklings."

"What do you think?" Song Qingyuan asked.

"That's a good idea!" Song Qingmo's eyes lit up, "In this way, you don't have to buy chickens and ducks in the future, and you don't need to hatch them in your own house." ”

During these days, in order to hatch the chickens, the kang at home was occupied, and she didn't dare to make a big move when she slept, for fear of accidentality, rolling to the egg and crushing the egg.

"Mother, let's build one!" Song Qingmo said, "It's in the duck house, the pigsty is built, it's convenient and trouble-free!" ”

"This ......," Ye hesitated, "How much does this cost!" ”

The silver for building a duck house and a pigsty was borrowed from Song Qingyuan, and if they built an incubation house, it would be another sum of silver, and when would they be able to repay the debt of this house.

"Third aunt, build an earthen house, don't use blue bricks and tiles, and don't need much silver." Song Qingyuan persuaded, "You calculate, hatch the ducks by yourself, and save four dollars each." ”

"If you throw away the damage, one is counted as saving three wen, ten is thirty wen, one hundred is three hundred wen, and one thousand is three taels of silver."

"In a year, it's a few taels of silver!"

"To build a small earthen house, it will cost less than a few taels of silver."

"Yes!" Song Qingmo responded, "Mother, this account is right, it's definitely cost-effective!" ”

"We have to invest before we can get a return." Song Qingmo turned to Song Qingyuan, "Isn't that right, Yuan'er?" ”

Song Qingyuan nodded, "That's the reason!" ”

"That's it!"

Under the persuasion of the two, Ye agreed, "I'll go back and tell your third uncle to ......"

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

After the beginning of spring, the temperature rises.

The woolen yarn and fur products in the Song Kee Garment Store have been sold out.

Now on the counter, only duvets remain.

Sun redistributed the manpower.

The previous four embroiderers began to embroider, embroider ornaments, and embroider Buddhist scriptures proposed by Song Qingyuan.

Eight other needlemen.

Two went on to make duvets.

The remaining six are made into ready-to-wear.

"Uncle Niang......" Song Qingyuan entered the workshop, said hello, and looked at the ready-to-wear picture drawn by Sun.

The above patterns are all popular in the county, and there are no other unusualities.

Regarding the costumes of the ancients, Song Qingyuan didn't understand it, and it was not easy to evaluate.

As for modern clothing, she dares to do it, and someone must dare to wear it.

But......

Underwear and underwear can be made.

Song Qingyuan glanced at the Sun family, and now that he brings it up, will it be too abrupt?

After all, she was only eleven years old......

How about getting a hood?

Song Qingyuan shook his head.

When I returned to the room, I took out a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and drew a schoolbag, and then drew a few slightly modified schoolbags.

The whole is much the same, they are all backpacks.

This is the reward she promised to Shiro.

Later, I found Sun again, "Auntie, this is called a schoolbag, which is used to put books." ”

This time, Song Qingyuan drew a backpack behind his back.

"Auntie, you make a sample first, I'll take a look, if it works, let's do more, and then launch it on the market at one time." Song Qingyuan said.

Something like a school bag is easy to imitate.

Maybe they made it on the front foot, and the back foot was learned, so they had to stock more and earn more at one time.

Before other people's goods come out, quickly occupy the market.

"Done! I'm going to find someone to do it! Sun held the drawing's hand, excited.

In her eyes, this school bag, once launched, will soon become popular.

It's like a crossbody bag once was.

Sun looked at Song Qingyuan's eyes with a magical look, "Yuan'er is really active, and he can always think of something that others can't think of." ”

Song Qingyuan pretended to smile shyly, and then whispered, "I only tell the eldest aunt about this, and the eldest aunt don't tell others, in fact, these are not my own thoughts." ”

"Oh?" Sun was surprised, it wasn't Song Qingyuan who thought about it, so who thought about it?

Song Qingyuan looked left and right, and whispered mysteriously, "Actually, I'm in a book, it seems." ”

"That book is a book of the Fan Gang, and it contains a lot of things that we don't have here."

"It's a pity that the bookstore is closed, and the owner of the bookstore is gone...... Song Qingyuan shook his head regretfully, "Otherwise, it would be nice to buy it." ”

Song Qingyuan loves to read, especially strange books, which is something that the Song family knows.

Sun didn't think it was strange, but said, "Let's go!" Otherwise, that book will be read by others, how can we have the wealth of our Song family. ”

Sun is glad that fortunately, others are not interested in strange books, otherwise it would be Song Qingyuan's turn to make money.

Song Qingyuan nodded thoughtfully, "That's right!" ”

"Okay, I won't bother the eldest uncle, the eldest aunt will arrange someone to do it as soon as possible!" Song Qingyuan said, and then advised, "The old rule, things in the workshop can't be leaked!" ”

Sun nodded, "I understand, I'll tell them." ”

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

Leaving the needlework workshop, Song Qingyuan went to the toy workshop again.

Today, there are only two groups of people left in the toy workshop, which is managed by the Li family.

The hired workers worked very hard, and a collection of toys was stocked in the storeroom.

Song Qingyuan prepared, saved more, and when Erlang went to Liaodong Mansion, he would bring them with him and sell them along the way.

Establish a commercial line belonging to the Song family.

After seeing the toy workshop, Song Qingyuan went to the workshop next door.

Song Chengyi is here, supervising the construction of the workshop by hired workers.

This workshop is not built one.

It's a yard of four or five next to each other.

There are big and small.

However, the overall scale is not as large as that of a toy workshop.

After some checking, Song Qingyuan returned to Song's house.

At the door of Song's house, a figure ran over, "Miss Song......"