Warehouse ambassadors manage the warehouse.

Ambassador Hebo, in charge of collecting fish taxes.

Yulin County belongs to the branch of the river, and the wharf is not large, so the wharf along the coast is also included in the jurisdiction of Hebo.

As far as oil and water are concerned, both are considered fat differences.

Ambassador Cang, take it easy.

Ambassador Hebo, be free.

"Ambassador Hebo!" Song Qingyuan suggested, "Compared with Ambassador Cang, Ambassador Hebo should be easier. ”

The ambassador of the warehouse, who manages the treasury of the county government.

Song Qingyuan guessed that in this position, there should be someone from Lu County.

She has a good relationship with Lu Mingxuan, but this does not involve two families.

Lu County Ling will definitely not promote her grandfather because of this.

"Then please Master Qian, help me run away from the shortage of Ambassador Hebo!" Old Man Song made a decision, "No matter which one it is, it's good to be able to enter the product." ”

Early the next morning, Old Man Song hurriedly returned to the county with more than 400 taels of silver given by Zhou, as well as another 200 taels of silver given by Song Qingyuan.

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

During this period, the third room has been sold to Song Qingyuan for 200 ducks.

The duck down that was picked off was received by Ye in the warehouse.

On this day, Song Qingyuan took out the duck down.

A rough estimate shows that there are about thirty pounds.

"Yuan'er, this is for you!" Song Qingmo threw a shuttlecock over.

Song Qingyuan took it casually, "It's very good-looking." ”

"Of course, I made your one!" Song Qingmo raised her head proudly and asked, "Do you think this can be sold for money?" ”

A few days ago, Song Qingyuan's unwanted chicken feathers were all put away by Song Qingmo.

The chickens sent by the villagers, the hairy ones, also returned to her.

She made it all into a shuttlecock.

Song Qingyuan thought for a while and said, "Yes, yes, the key is what price do you want to sell?" ”

"I don't know......" Song Qingmo pondered, "On a shuttlecock, I used two copper plates, so I had to sell it for at least two cents to make a profit,"

"Then sell Wuwen!" Song Qingyuan suggested, "When you're done, let Uncle Lao Gen take it to the toy shop, and if you can sell it, you can make money, and if you can't sell it, we'll reduce the price." ”

"Haha!" Song Qingmo smiled, "I can't sell it, I'm picking off the copper plate." ”

"If you sell it, I'll give you a share." Song Qingmo said briskly.

She knew that Song Qingyuan was consigning soap horns elsewhere, and she was going to give people dividends.

Song Qingyuan shook his head, "I don't want your dividends, if you really want to thank me, help me work." ”

"What are you doing?" Song Qingmo asked.

Song Qingyuan smiled, "Boil water to wash duck down." ”

"Duck's little hair?" Song Qingmo was surprised.

Song Qingyuan asked her to put away the duck's feathers, she knew.

She helped pull it out every time.

But she didn't know what Song Qingyuan was doing.

"Yuan'er, why do you always have so many ideas......" Song Qingmo's voice was muffled, why couldn't she think of anything.

"Uh...... Well, I guess I read a lot of books! Song Qingyuan casually made an excuse.

Song Qingmo took it seriously, "Then I will read more books in the future!" ”

Song Qingmo clenched her fists, she must be literate and read more.

Song Qingyuan smiled, reading is a good thing.

While speaking, Song Qingyuan went to get the soap.

Song Qingmo began to light a fire, and when the fire was boiled, it was poured into a basin filled with duck down.

Two people washed it repeatedly.

Once, twice, three times.

"Yuan'er, this is a waste!" Song Qingmo looked at the bubbles in her hand, looked at the smaller soap corner, and was secretly distressed.

"Nope! No waste! Song Qingyuan shook his head, "As long as the value of duck down exceeds the soap horn, it is not a waste." ”

"Do you still smell it?" Song Qingyuan handed the duck down to Song Qingmo's nose.

Song Qingmo sniffed carefully, "It's gone!" ”

"That's good!" Song Qingyuan stood up, "You help me wash it first." ”

With that, Song Qingyuan went back to the house.

For a moment, take out a super large bag.

Grab the washed fluff and shake the water, then put it in a large bag.

"It's not done yet......" Song Qingmo wanted to stop.

"It's fine!" Song Qingyuan said, "When it's wet, put it up, and when it's dry, it'll fly all over the sky." ”

"Oh, that's the case......" Song Qingmo smiled.

The two chatted, washed again, washed all afternoon, and finally cleaned all the eiderdown.

Song Qingyuan put several large bags containing duck down on the kang.

In this way, it may dry out in one day.

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

Laba Festival, commonly known as "Laba", is the eighth day of the twelfth month of the lunar calendar, and the ancients had the tradition of sacrificing ancestors and gods and praying for a good harvest.

On this day, the Song family had already prepared Laba porridge.

After Song Qingyuan drank it, he took Lao Gen's daughter-in-law to the town and took the agreed building blocks back.

The bricks are painted in six colors: green, red, blue, yellow, golden, and brown.

All are lacquered with raw lacquer.

The application is uneven and smooth, and it is not difficult to see that the craftsmanship is very good.

Song Qingyuan didn't know much about ancient craftsmen.

But after a few contacts, Song Qingyuan felt that this craftsman was definitely a leader.

"Uncle, I have a toy workshop, I don't know if you are interested in coming to work in my workshop?" Song Qingyuan said sincerely, "Uncle, please rest assured, I will never treat you badly in terms of salary." ”

The craftsman waved his hand, "Not interested!" ”

Song Qingyuan felt sorry and didn't persuade him.

After settling the rest of the silver, I went shopping around the cloth village again, and went back to Songjia Village.

East across the precincts.

Song Qingyuan sighed, "Qingshi Town really doesn't have good fabrics......"

The fabric in Yulin County may not be so good!

It's okay in the county, if it's given to dignitaries......

Song Qingyuan shook his head and went out to find Liu Laogen, "Uncle Laogen, tomorrow you can help me send a message to Lu Mingxuan and ask him if he can buy good fabrics." ”

"The price is about two hundred taels, and you can make a quilt cover."

Song Qingyuan's idea was that Lu Mingxuan's family was an official, and he knew many people, so he must have a better way than her, and he couldn't say that he could get good fabrics.

"And ......." Song Qingyuan handed over fifty taels of silver to Liu Laogen, "You bring this silver to my master, and let him help me buy some silk." ”

"Buy silk to wear on the cover." Song Qingyuan emphasized.

"Hey! I'll ...... tomorrow" Liu Laogen carefully put away the silver ticket, his heart fluttering, this is fifty taels!

In his life, Liu Laogen, he had never seen fifty taels.

If you accidentally lose your ......

Liu Laogen shuddered, he must not lose it.

"That's troublesome Uncle Gen!" Song Qingyuan smiled and thanked him.

"No trouble, no trouble! You're welcome! Liu Laogen waved his hand again and again, he is the long-term worker of the Song family, and it is right to work for the Song family.

What's more, even if there is no message from Song Qingyuan, he will also go to the county to deliver bean sprouts.

"Yuan'er ......"

As he spoke, the door of the Song family was pushed open.

Xiao Zhou and Lao Cui, carrying two jars of wine in their hands, stood at the door and asked, "Is your uncle at home?" ”