The small baskets that Song Qingyuan asked for have been sent to the door one after another.

Song Qingyuan bought straw paper, cut the hawthorn cake into small pieces, wrapped them in small pieces, and put them in a small basket the size of a palm.

He cut a large piece and put it in a larger basket.

carried it into Erlang's room, "Second brother, when you go to the county tomorrow, help me bring this to Lu Mingxuan." ”

Two days ago, Lu Mingxuan Tuoerlang brought Song Qingyuan the most fashionable silk flowers in the county.

Although the style is not what Song Qingyuan likes, it is Lu Mingxuan's intention, and Song Qingyuan can't waste it.

This time he made a new meal, and Song Qingyuan naturally thought of Lu Mingxuan.

It just so happens that the day after tomorrow is August 15, which should be a gift for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Okay, you can leave it there." Jiro waved his hands sleepily, covered his head, and continued to sleep.

The past two days are approaching the festival, the sales of dry sausages have increased, and the workload of Erlang and others has also increased sharply.

Seeing Erlang's tired appearance, Song Qingyuan didn't want to bother, put the small basket of hawthorn cake into the back basket, and Song Qingyuan went to the town.

"Little girl, are you here to buy candy cubes for your brother again?" The merchant looked at Song Qingyuan with a smile.

Song Qingyuan often came to buy candy cubes for Shiro, and after coming and going, he became familiar with the merchant.

The merchant surnamed Qian, who is in his Chinese New Year's Eve this year, has two sons at home, and lives in this bluestone town.

There was no land in the house, and the daughter-in-law of the rich merchant was weaving at home, and the two sons were working as men in the shop.

The money merchant sells some odd and miscellaneous goods in the town.

The life of the family is also passable.

"I'm not here to buy something today." Song Qingyuan smiled, took out a piece of hawthorn cake, and handed it to the Qian merchant, "Uncle Qian taste it." ”

"This ......," the merchant hesitated, "this looks quite expensive." ”

"I don't take money from Uncle Qian." Song Qingyuan said with a smile.

"Then you're welcome." The money merchant opened his mouth and ate it in one gulp.

"Delicious!" Qian Lang smiled and looked at Song Qingyuan inquiringly, he didn't think that this little girl would invite him to eat for no reason.

"I want to put these here to sell here." Song Qingyuan took the back basket down.

"One for six cents, sell one for the uncle and get a penny." Song Qingyuan Road.

The money merchant's gaze swept to the palm-sized basket in the back basket, "Your share is not big!" ”

"The price is not cheap...... "the money merchant, "tsk! After two sounds, he continued, "You are clever, and the value of a small basket is more valuable than that of a straw paper bag." ”

Song Qingyuan smiled slightly, "Delicately packaged things always have to be sold a little more expensive." ”

"What's more, this is also the first one in our town, and it was passed from the city, and I heard that the nobles in the city like to eat it." Song Qingyuan casually made up a name for the hawthorn cake.

When Qian Lang heard about Fucheng, his eyes lit up.

The countrymen love to pursue the things in the city.

"Okay, you can let me do this, and I'll help you sell it." The money merchant responded happily.

I am happy in my heart, I don't need to take any risks, I will pay a penny when I sell a copy, this good thing can't be found with a lantern.

If he refuses, unless he is stupid.

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

Splendid Cloth Village.

It's been a while since the soap was delivered, and when he happened to have nothing to do, Song Qingyuan came here to take a turn.

"How is Aunt Zhao's business lately?" Song Qingyuan asked.

Aunt Zhao pursed her lips and smiled, "Business is good, this is still thanks to the girl." ”

"Half of the 200 pieces of soap that the girl sent me last time have already been sold." Before Song Qingyuan could ask, Aunt Zhao took the initiative to talk about the sales situation.

Soap is not easy to sell as food, which Song Qingyuan has long thought of.

A piece of soap can also be used for a month, unlike food, it is a daily consumable.

But soap is better, if you do it once, you can sell it for a long time, and it can be regarded as a long-term business.

Unlike dry sausages, it takes a lot of manpower to toss every day.

After settling the money for the soap that had been sold with Aunt Zhao, Song Qingyuan went to buy the oil again.

This time the quantity bought is large, there are hundreds of catties, and the owner of the pork shop has also specially opened a door-to-door delivery service.

It takes a lot of effort to boil a hundred catties of plate oil into lard.

Song Qingyuan originally planned to give this live package to the Li family at a price of twenty yuan.

How could I think that the Li family sat on the ground and raised the price, without thirty yuan, and resolutely refused to do it.

Song Qingyuan decided not to get used to her mother's stinky temper, so she still gave the live bag to the Ye family at the price of 20 yuan, and finally the money went into Zhou's pocket.

Song Qingrong and Song Qingmo, the two sisters, wanted to help with it, but they also had jujube cakes to make, so Song Qingyuan refused.

Two hours later, 100 catties of plate oil were boiled into lard.

Song Qingyuan took the custom-made large jar and put it up.

The oil shuttle boiled out of the lard was put into a basin by Song Qingyuan, and brought into the upper room, waiting for the Mid-Autumn Festival, just in time to make dumplings.

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

"Sister, let's go to the county for the Mid-Autumn Festival, shall we?" Shiro pestered Song Qingyuan and pleaded.

"What are we going to do in the county, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the master will come back." Song Qingyuan pushed the small meat ball to the side.

"Sister, let's go, you don't have to come back." Shiro shook the corner of Song Qingyuan's sleeve, "I heard that the county is very lively during the festival." ”

"There are all kinds of delicious food, acrobatic performances, temple fairs, and river lanterns......" Shiro counted on his fingers.

"Sister, let's go to the county for the holidays, please." Shiro said pitifully.

Song Qingyuan bent down and pinched Shiro's fat face, "It's useless for you to beg me, I don't count if I say this." ”

"You have to go and ask the grandfather, grandma, they all agreed, and we can go to the county for the holiday." Song Qingyuan said with his mouth, but he knew in his heart that this was absolutely impossible.

Although the post station can accommodate more than a dozen members of the Song family, it is a post station after all, and it is a public family, not a Song family.

Occasionally, a few people go to live and live, but it is absolutely impossible to go to the festival.

Unless the Song family has a house in the county.

After Song Qingyuan finished speaking, he went back to the house directly.

Shiro stood in place, frowning, struggling for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and entered the upper room.

It didn't take long for Shiro's wolf-like cry to come out.

"Wow, wow, wow!" One after the other.

The crying alarmed the people of the Song family, and they ran to the upper room one after another.

When everyone entered, Shiro was rolling on the ground, and Zhou was holding a broom and hitting Shiro's ass one by one.

"Milk, don't beat milk." Song Qingyuan shouted, and Sanlang stopped Zhou left and right.

Li took the opportunity to snatch the broom in Zhou's hand.

Zhou's eyes swept over Li with sharp eyes, and Li didn't speak, hiding the broom behind him.