It wasn't until the sun went down and a cart of wheat was pushed into the house that the ten acres of land were harvested.

Everyone dragged their tired bodies, returned home, ate their meals, and fell asleep.

A good night's sleep and plenty of rest time relieved the fatigue of the body.

Song Qingyuan stretched his waist lazily, and the morning sun shone on his body, which looked particularly beautiful.

Take a basin, fetch water, and wash your face.

When Song Qingyuan was freshening up, Song Chengyi and Song Chengli had already begun to turn over the wheat.

Layers of wheat covered the yard, golden and yellow, which was particularly gratifying.

This is the fruit of a hard year for the croppers.

Looking at Song Chengyi's busy figure, Song Qingyuan rubbed his eyes.

Is this person really a scumbag? Did she wake up and hallucinate?

"Daddy......" Song Qingyuan shouted uncertainly.

"Hey! My daughter is up......" Song Chengyi looked up and smiled, "Where is your mother?" Haven't gotten up yet? Go and call your mother to help your father with the work......"

It's a scumbag! Sure! It's really rare to see such a hard-working scumbag.

Song Qingyuan shook his head in confusion and went to call the Li family, who hadn't gotten up yet.

Li Shi refused to get up in bed, and even eating could not arouse her interest.

Song Qingyuan could only give up and go over to help.

After a while, San Lang also came over to help, and the mother and daughter of the third room also came.

There was not much to live, and several people worked together, and the wheat was quickly turned over.

After breakfast, Old Man Song wanted to go back to the county.

The son of the old Cui family drove the donkey cart and waited at the door early, he was going to the post station to do miscellaneous labor.

Song Chengyi followed with a dead face, and Old Man Song saw that he was doing well in the morning, so he nodded reluctantly.

Song Qingyuan looked at it speechlessly, and said secretly; No wonder the scumbag dad is so positive, it turns out to be for pretense.

The scumbag dad is really ...... Able to bend and stretch!

"Mother, aren't you afraid that your father will go to the county to learn badly?" Song Qingyuan asked Li in a low voice.

Li raised his eyebrows, and said nonchalantly, "What's bad to learn!" Who can take your dad to the break......"

Song Qingyuan raised her eyebrows, she didn't need to bring it, her father was bad enough.

"What is Dad doing in the county, how ......good it is to be at home," Song Qingyuan said.

Song Qingyuan didn't want Song Chengyi to go to the county.

Li sat on the kang with his ass, "What's good at home, it's good in the county, your father follows your father, maybe he can also get the appreciation of a big man, and ...... when the time comes."

Little stars bloom in Lee's eyes, imagining the future.

Song Qingyuan rolled his eyes, daydreaming!

"Hey, you dead girl, why are you rolling your eyes! I don't have confidence in your father......" Li pouted.

It is indeed a lack of confidence, Song Qingyuan said secretly.

I turned around and went to the study.

The study room is no longer the exclusive land of readers, and it has been successfully turned into the public land of the Song family by Song Qingyuan.

Song Qingyuan put the pen, ink and paper she bought back before into the study, she practiced calligraphy here when she had time, and then taught Shilang, Song Qingrong, and Song Qingmo to read.

Take out a piece of paper, write down the ingredients for the dried sausage, and take it to Jiro.

"You really don't need me to give you a note?" Jiro leaned against the wooden door and said with a slanted smile.

Song Qingyuan didn't speak, glanced at Erlang, turned around and went back to the house.

"Hehe....." Erlang stood in place, the corners of his mouth hooked, and the arc became larger and larger.

After a while, I folded the paper, put it in the cuffs, and strode out the door.

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

After more than 20 days, Song Qingyuan's homemade handmade soap has completely solidified.

The color is not as dark, as you might think, with a combination of yellow and milky white.

The surface is also not as fine, and there will be some dust-like particles on it.

In view of the fact that it is the first time to make it, on the whole, Song Qingyuan is quite satisfied.

"I don't know how it works......" Song Qingyuan said in a low voice.

Take the soap off the rectangular mold.

I found a knife and cut it into eight rectangular pieces.

picked up one of them, found a rag, fetched a basin of water, and Song Qingyuan began to clean it.

After rubbing a few times, small bubbles began to form, not a lot, and it could not be compared with modern technology.

However, it's similar to the soap horn I bought.

The cleaning effect is also not bad.

Put away the rag and used soap.

Song Qingyuan carried a new crossbody bag and left for the town with the rest of the soap.

The town is still as lively as ever, and the biggest change is that the splendid cloth village has resumed the situation of people coming and going.

Many brightly dressed big girls and little daughters-in-law go in and out of the cloth village, in comparison, the embroidery workshop not far away looks deserted.

Song Qingyuan walked straight in, today is the day of the market, and there are a lot of guests in the splendid cloth village.

The proprietress was introducing the fabric to the guests, and Song Qingyuan turned around by herself.

This time, she came mainly to see how the business of the Splendid Cloth Village was doing.

Although the money has been paid, as a seller, I still hope to be able to help customers and get praise.

After Song Qingyuan looked around in front of the counter, he finally caught the attention of the proprietress.

"It's Miss Yuan'er here!" Aunt Zhao shouted in surprise and walked over enthusiastically.

"Miss Yuan'er is here, why don't you call me, I haven't seen this busy." Aunt Zhao pulled Song Qingyuan over and said kindly.

"Auntie is busy, I'll take a look for myself first." Song Qingyuan Road.

"Miss Yuan'er, what do you like, my aunt will send you!" Aunt Zhao smiled and said brightly.

Song Qingyuan smiled narrowly, "Seeing that the eldest lady is so enthusiastic about me, I know that the eldest lady's business must be doing very well." ”

Aunt Zhao smiled, "I have the blessing of the Yuan'er girl." ”

"It's the eldest lady who has vision!" Song Qingyuan said with a smile.

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries, and Song Qingyuan went to choose a piece of muslin to make underwear.

"This is a gift from the eldest mother." Aunt Zhao refused to accept the money.

Song Qingyuan refused with a smile, "If the eldest lady doesn't collect money, I don't want it." ”

"This ......" Aunt Zhao was a little embarrassed.

The patterns sold by Song Qingyuan last time made her earn a lot, and the most important thing is that the customer flow has increased, and the fabric business in the store has boomed.

Aunt Zhao wants to continue to maintain a good relationship with Song Qingyuan, and it would be better if she could get the pattern of two bags out of her hands.

"It's not worth a few dollars, just take it from Miss Yuan'er!" Aunt Zhao persuaded.

Song Qingyuan pursed her lips and smiled, what Aunt Zhao meant, she understands!

It's just that the hands of the taker are short, and the mouth of the eater is short.

She didn't want to be short in her mouth or short in her hands.

Aunt Zhao saw that Song Qingyuan resolutely disagreed, a little regretful, and sighed lightly.

"Since the Yuan'er girl refuses to accept it, then forget it, buy the fabric and come to the aunt in the future, and I will give you the lowest price!" Aunt Zhao said.

"I will definitely come to my aunt's ......," Song Qingyuan said with a smile.

After hesitating for a while, Song Qingyuan said again, "Actually, I have something I want to ask my aunt." ”

"What's the matter?" Aunt Zhao hurriedly asked.

Surprise flashed in Aunt Zhao's eyes, and she said secretly in her heart; It's good to ask for something, and if you ask for something, she will have a chance to set up a relationship.

Song Qingyuan reached into the crossbody bag, took out the soap, and handed it to Aunt Zhao, "I want this soap to be sold here by the lady......"