The young man looked at the little girl in front of him with a puzzled face.

Obviously, the conditions at home are not good, and he is still wearing patched clothes, why don't you want his silver?

After watching yesterday's scene, he did have the intention of helping her, so he gave two taels of silver.

Two taels of silver is nothing to him, but it is a lot to the farmer.

But...... Reactive power is not punished......

"You ......," the young man hesitated.

"Childe, your silver!" Song Qingyuan raised the silver in his hand and looked at him with a stubborn expression.

Tattered clothes, slightly chubby body, slightly dark skin, but with a pair of black and bright eyes, exuding glittering brilliance, indescribable agility.

Looking at these stubborn black eyes, the young man said helplessly, "I don't have a copper plate......"

"He has!" Song Qingyuan raised his forehead and nodded at the scholar beside the young man.

"If he doesn't have it, he can go to the money bank to change, and if the son feels that it is troublesome to go to the money bank, he can not buy it." Song Qingyuan's expression was indifferent and his expression was formal.

The two stared for a moment.

"Well, you win." The young man shook his head and smiled, turned to the scholar and said, "Take forty wen to this little girl." ”

took back the silver in Song Qingyuan's hand and threw it to the scholar, "It's cheaper for you......"

The scholar took out forty coins from his purse and put it heavily on Song Qingyuan's hand.

glared at Song Qingyuan fiercely, and muttered, "I don't know what to do!" ”

Song Qingyuan smiled faintly and ignored it.

There's some pride you don't understand.

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

When Song Qingyuan walked away, the young man looked at Song Qingyuan's back, and suddenly smiled, and the brilliance in his eyes flowed.

"What a stubborn little pepper!"

"Huh? Master, do you want to eat chili peppers again? Holding the two taels of silver that had just arrived, the smiling scholar looked up blankly.

"Why does the young master like to eat chili peppers these two days......" The scholar felt strange, this young master didn't know what was going on in the past two days, why did he always mention chili peppers.

"Chili?" The young man muttered, "It tastes good, so let's put more chili peppers in today's cooking." ”

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

With forty dollars in hand, Song Qingyuan walked with a cheerful pace.

Reluctantly rejecting the temptation of two taels of silver, Song Qingyuan felt that he was full of positive energy, although his heart was still very painful.

Today it's two taels, and tomorrow if it's two hundred taels or two thousand taels? Will she still be able to keep her own discipline?

Money! You are truly the root of all evil. Song Qingyuan thought hatefully.

"Uncle, do you sell candy cubes for three cents or ten?" Song Qingyuan said to the merchant.

"It's you, little girl!" The merchant smiled when he saw Song Qingyuan.

When Song Qingyuan came over yesterday, he introduced a lot of headdresses that female dolls like, and it turned out that this female doll likes to eat.

"Well, let's buy yesterday's candy bar." Song Qingyuan nodded, "I came here for the second time, I am a repeat customer, you are cheaper, I will come to you to buy it in the future." ”

"Little girl, aren't you embarrassing me?" The merchant spreads his hands.

"I don't make any money selling this candy bar, and I have to pay if it's cheap." The merchant looked embarrassed.

Song Qingyuan sneered, who did she coax, she was not really only nine years old.

"Three pennies, I buy three pennies, you give me one more, I am a repeat customer, I come to buy more things, and you earn it back."

"Uncle, you don't even want to let this little profit, how can you make your business bigger!" Song Qingyuan said with a smile.

"Hey, you little girl, you have such a slippery mouth."

"Okay, uncle sees that you have eyes, so I'll give you an extra piece." The merchant took out the oil paper and wrapped ten pieces of sugar.

"In the future, if you buy something from the uncle, the uncle will give you a cheaper price." The merchant patted his chest and said.

"Okay, I'll definitely come to you to buy things in the future." Song Qingyuan said with a smile.

It's also good to have an extra piece of sugar, and with a piece of sugar, you can hire Shiro to help her pick half a basket of mugwort leaves.

After buying the candy cubes, Song Qingyuan entered an embroidery workshop again and bought a five-penny colored rope to make the suspender of the sachet. I asked again about the price of rags.

As a result, the rags in this house cost six yuan, Song Qingyuan looked at it, it was about the same as the previous one, but it was one penny more expensive than the previous one, Song Qingyuan didn't buy it, and secretly wrote down the price.

Now she is still very poor, and she has to pay for every penny.

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

When Song Qingyuan returned home, the Li family had not yet returned.

It seems that with the stimulation of money, lazy people can also become diligent.

Song Qingyuan returned to the back room, opened the box, and found the embroidery thread.

These embroidery threads were bought a long time ago.

At that time, Li watched the two mothers and daughters in the big house do embroidery work to save private money, and they were envious, so they bought embroidery thread for the original master to learn.

It's a pity that the original owner followed her mother, who was lazy and greedy, and refused to study hard.

Until she crossed over, the original owner could only do the simplest sewing and repairing.

It's a little better than her mother.

Now these embroidery threads are just cheaper than Song Qingyuan.

With the pile of embroidery threads and the colored ropes bought, Song Qingyuan went to the third room.

Outside the third room, Song Chengli was quickly weaving a straw mat, and it could be seen that Song Chengli's fingers were very flexible.

"Third uncle, you're busy!" Song Qingyuan greeted with a smile.

"Ahh Song Chengli responded, "Yuan'er came to play with Rong'er Mo'er!" Song Chengli said casually.

Song Qingyuan smiled, a man's heart is big, living in a courtyard, Song Chengli didn't know, she never played with the two daughters in the third room.

Of course, she can't play with Song Qinglian in the big house.

After all, she is several years old, and Song Qinglian also dislikes the original owner for being lazy and greedy, and refuses to take her.

"yes!" Song Qingyuan replied casually and entered the third room.

Still entered Song Chengli and Ye's room, Song Qinglian and Song Qingmo lived next door.

The three-bedroom room has no cubicle, which makes it particularly spacious.

At this time, the three mothers and daughters were sitting on the kang, sewing sachets seriously.

Song Qingrong embroidered the word Fu, Ye's embroidered flowers, and Song Qingmo sewed up the rags on which they had embroidered patterns.

"Yuan'er is here." As soon as Ye saw Song Qingyuan come in, he beckoned Song Qingyuan to sit on the kang.

"Nope." Song Qingyuan waved his hand, "I'm here to send embroidery threads and colored ropes." ”

"I forgot to take it yesterday." Song Qingyuan explained that she only remembered the embroidery thread when she bought the colored rope.

In the case of the three rooms, even if there is embroidery thread, it is estimated that there will not be much.

So as soon as she came back, she immediately sent it over.

"We still have a little bit of this, so let's use it first. It's okay to embroider less, but it's really not enough to embroider so much. Ye smiled, there was a little bitterness in his smile, they really didn't have much embroidery thread.

When the family didn't owe money before, the conditions were okay.

When the old lady was happy, she would also appreciate Rong'er and use the remaining embroidery thread, which they had saved.

"Are you looking at all of this? Not enough to tell me, I'll buy it again. Song Qingyuan said.

"It should ...... It's about the same...... "Ye Shi couldn't figure it out.

"Then you can use it first, and if it's not enough, you must tell me." Song Qingyuan deliberately emphasized.

Ye's face is small, so he is afraid of good faces, and he is embarrassed to open his mouth if the embroidery thread is not enough.

"Hmm!" Ye Shi responded, "Then you can sit here, we have made more than ten this morning." ”

Ye picked up the sewn sachet and gave it to Song Qingyuan.

"Hmm!" Song Qingyuan took the sachet and looked at it.

"The third aunt, you guys are busy first, and I'll send money to the third uncle."