"Hey!" Old Man Song sighed and nodded helplessly, "This matter, since you have already thought about it, if you want to do it, do it!" ”

He's a granddaughter who has an idea.

Since it has been proposed today, there must be a detailed plan.

"Ye just reminded you, don't do that black-hearted thing." Old Man Song said.

Song Qingyuan promised, "Master, don't worry!" ”

"I'm not going to do anything that goes against my conscience."

"I will set the upper limit of gambling money in the mahjong room."

"It must not exceed a certain amount, as long as it passes, clear the chess and card room immediately!"

Old Man Song nodded, "It's good to know in your heart!" ”

"You've never let Ye worry, Ye believes in you!"

After the discussion, Song Qingyuan left the upper room.

Erlang crossed over with one arm and quickly dragged Song Qingyuan to the corner.

"What's going on?" Erlang asked excitedly, "Did our master agree?" ”

From the Song family's enthusiasm for mahjong, Erlang can see that the mahjong market.

Once launched, it will definitely be a hit.

Snatching the business of Li Sanshun's casino is just around the corner.

Erlang's eyes were filled with ambition.

"Agreed!" Song Qingyuan said, "You go and inform the workshop and hurry up to make mahjong." ”

"After that, the matter of opening a mahjong room in the chess and card room will be handed over to you."

Song Qingyuan patted Erlang on the shoulder.

Entrust this matter to Jiro with full responsibility.

Who is called Erlang, who is the major shareholder of the chess and card room!

When the chess and card room was first established, Song Qingyuan planned to give all the dividends to Erlang.

Later, in order to be a backer for Xiao Thirteen, he was given three percent.

After that, the brother and sister discussed and gave thirty percent of it to Song Qingyuan from Erlang's hands.

In this way, Erlang accounts for forty percent, Xiao thirteen accounts for thirty percent, and Song Qingyuan accounts for thirty percent.

…………

The next day, the wheelchair was ready.

Craftsman Qin personally pushed it and sent it over.

"Little owner, let's take a look, how is this wheelchair doing?"

Song Qingyuan's eyes lit up, not to mention, the appearance was still very exquisite.

So she stepped closer, grabbed the back of the wheelchair, and pushed it back and forth twice.

Yes, it's good, it's very flexible.

"Trouble Master Qin!" Song Qingyuan said politely.

"No trouble! No hassle! Doing things for the owner is what I should do for someone in Qin. Craftsman Qin shook his hand again and again.

"It's just that this chair is a little magical, I don't know what the little proprietor is used for?"

Song Qingyuan didn't hide it, and told Mr. Yue Lin about it.

Craftsman Qin suddenly realized, "It turns out that this chair is for people with bad legs and feet." ”

"That's convenient!" Qin craftsmen were pleasantly surprised.

However, the road in this era is not bumpy.

It's hard to sell a wheelchair as a commodity, unless you meet someone who needs it.

It's a pity! Song Qingyuan thought of this and shook his head silently.

waved his hand, "Master Qin, let's go back to the workshop first!" I've got something to do here. ”

"Okay, I'll go first." Master Qin said hello and left.

Song Qingyuan pushed the wheelchair and put it in a corner of the East Cross Courtyard, measured the size, and entered the needlework workshop.

The wooden chair was a little hard, and she had to add a cushion and pillow to Mr. Yue Lin in the wheelchair.

After some orders, the workers of the needlework workshop stepped up their hands.

Half an hour later, the cushions and cushions were all sewn.

And the materials used are the best materials in the needlework workshop.

Song Qingyuan looked at it and was very satisfied.

"Trouble the aunts!" Song Qingyuan thanked him.

I took the cushion and pillow and put it in the wheelchair.

pushed the wheelchair to Yue Lin's thatched cottage.

…………

While! While! While!

There was a knock on the door, and the door was opened a crack, revealing the head of a servant.

"It's Miss Yuan'er here! Come in. The servant greeted warmly.

Song Qingyuan went up and moved the wheelchair, and when the servant saw it, he immediately started to help.

While the two of them moved, Song Qingyuan asked, "Mr. Yue Lin, how are you doing these days?" ”

The servant looked up, "It's still the same, lying on the bed, can't get off the ground, just read the book and write when it's okay." ”

"It's okay for a short time, but it's boring for a long time!"

Song Qingyuan nodded, indicating understanding.

Pushing the wheelchair, he walked towards Mr. Yue Lin's room.

"Come in!" Mr. Yue Lin's voice came out.

Song Qingyuan pushed open the door, his eyes stunned.

Why is Su Che's dead sleeve also there!

The afterglow swept away, but he didn't see it, and walked straight towards Mr. Yue Lin.

"Sir, this is my gift to you." Song Qingyuan put his hand on the wheelchair and said with a chuckle.

"What kind of gift is this?" Mr. Yue Lin, came with curiosity.

"Mr. Yue Lin can sit down and give it a try!" Song Qingyuan pretended to be mysterious.

Sit?

Mr. Yue Lin was stunned, and before he could figure it out, Lu Mingxuan stood up.

"Grandfather, I'll help you sit on it."

So, with the support of Lu Mingxuan and the old servant, Mr. Yue Lin sat in a wheelchair.

Song Qingyuan walked around to Mr. Yue Lin's back, and with a gentle push, the wheelchair moved.

Pushed Mr. Yue Lin in the house, turned around a few times, effortlessly.

"This chair is amazing!"

Mr. Yue Lin looked east and west, "What is this called?" ”

"It's called a wheelchair!" Song Qingyuan replied softly.

Next, Mr. Yue Lin explained the use of wheelchairs.

"It's so convenient!" After Mr. Yue Lin heard this, he put his hands on the two axle wheels.

When I walked to the door, I suddenly got stuck on the door frame.

"Little girl, this threshold has become a problem, the old man is here, and he can't get out."

"Now you come to help the old man, come up with an idea!"

Mr. Yue Lin smiled and looked at Song Qingyuan.

This little girl's mind was full of ghost ideas, and she couldn't think of it if he didn't believe it.

Sure enough, Song Qingyuan smiled lightly.

The solution was given, "Add two planks here to form a certain slope, and you can make the wheelchair pass." ”

"Sure enough!"

"I like this gift very much, Yuan'er bothered!" Yue Linsheng looked at Song Qingyuan excitedly.

With this thing called a wheelchair, he doesn't have to stay in bed all day, but can go to the yard to enjoy flowers and tea.

Not bad! Not bad!

Mr. Yue Lin held his beard and thought secretly.

Lu Mingxuan's face showed a proud smile.

exclaimed, "Such a good idea, Yuan Er can come up with it!" ”

"This wheelchair is really intimate, but it can help my grandfather a lot!"

"My grandfather was still talking about how boring it is to lie in bed all day!"

"It's good to be useful to Mr., at least it's not in vain!" Song Qingyuan smiled slightly and glanced at Lu Mingxuan.

Su Che watched from the side, his eyes cold.

The inquiry looked at Song Qingyuan.

This little peasant girl, how could she have so many strange ideas in her head!

Compared with the nobles in the capital, she is far from the same, but it is very rare.

makes people feel that their eyes light up when they look at it, especially the inner strength in her body, which makes people feel surprisingly cordial.

No wonder......

Su Che shook his head silently.

If this continues, I'm afraid......

"Miss Song cares about Grandpa Yue." Su Che suddenly spoke.

Song Qingyuan raised her eyebrows, it was obviously a bland word, how could she hear the irony.

It seems that her concern for Mr. Yue Lin has another purpose.

"Mr. Yue Lin taught me to play the piano and teach me to play chess, which is half of my husband."

"Song Qingyuan respects the teacher, what is wrong!"

"How did it get to Su Gongzi's mouth, as if I had bad intentions!" Song Qingyuan smiled.

"Su Gongzi's conspiracy theory is too heavy, we are all ordinary people, don't like this!"

"Master Su, don't use the set of the children of the family on us!"

"Folk girl, accept! It! Yes! Ashamed! "I want to talk about "Splendid Pastoral: Small Landlords of Farmers" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~