"What's on the letter?" Three pairs of curious eyes looked over.

Song Qingyuan handed over the letter, "It was Lord Xiao who asked about the growth of corn." ”

"Master, you go back and forth!"

Old Man Song is the patriarch of the Song family, and it is appropriate for him to answer this kind of question.

He will also receive the credit for the future.

"That's good!"

Old Man Song put the letter away, "If you reply to the letter"

"Please help Lord Lu send it back!" Song Qingyuan hurriedly answered.

The yamen has a fixed official mission to send official letters to Beijing.

I just returned the letter a little bit.

And so it goes

A ghostly light flashed in Song Qingyuan's eyes.

Eye drops she was on.

Whether it works or not, it's better than doing nothing.

"Oh well! When I'm done, I'll hand it over to Lord Lu! Old Man Song said, looking at the figure in the distance.

This is the person who came to deliver the letter.

He really couldn't understand why his granddaughter didn't let the person who sent the letter reply to the letter.

In this way, it will not be troublesome.

However, taking the line of the yamen is also the right one.

Next.

Song Qingyuan began to arrange for a toy workshop to prepare wood and build a pavilion.

So busy for a few days.

The pavilion was built in half of it.

Shiro's story was also partially written.

Song Qingyuan was ready to go to the county with the written story.

"Sister, take me there," Shiro prayed, "It's not my property in the future, I'm the boss, I must know it." ”

"Follow Zhang Luo and Zhang Luo again."

Raise?

Song Qingyuan's snort.

What can bear children show, it's to join in the fun!

"There are no holidays in private schools, you have to stay at home and study!"

Shiro frowned, took Song Qingyuan's hand, and said coquettishly, "Sister, now that my uncle has taught me, I have learned everything, so you can let me follow!" ”

"Please!"

Song Qingyuan shook his head, "Learn from the past!" ”

"It's definitely not possible to delay studying!"

She asked Shiro to write stories just so that Shiro could practice calligraphy and read.

If you take him, you will not put the cart before the horse.

But

"When the private school is on holiday, you can come over, and I will try to arrange for the opening on that day." Song Qingyuan took a step back.

Shiro still wanted to fight, and looked at Song Qingyuan with small eyes.

After staring at each other for a long time, they knew that it was useless.

So, he bowed his head silently.

took out a piece of paper, "Sister, this is the idea I came up with, you can show me." ”

"Earn money!"

Shiro emphasized.

"Okay, I'll watch it when I have time!" Song Qingyuan patted Shiro's head, "Study hard, there will be many opportunities for you to play in the future." ”

After sending Shiro, Song Qingyuan got on the ox cart.

Nothing to do.

opened Shiro's note.

The immature handwriting came into view, much stronger than the dog crawling at the beginning.

At least one of the general rims.

At a glance, you can see what this word is.

That's a step forward.

I saw that it was written; Let Sister Mo'er go to the teahouse to sell snacks, Sister Mo'er, give me money!

Let the family go to the tea house, sell lotus leaf tea, lotus tea, and give me money at home.

Let the storyteller help sell school bags and toys.

My aunt and sister gave me money.

Let's roast the duck

"Huh!" Song Qingyuan sneered, all to give him money!

Little money fans!

However, let the storyteller help sell toys and school bags, but there is a bit of a rudimentary form of advertising

Song Qingyuan was thoughtful.

In perfection, it can be used for a purpose.

An hour later.

The entrance of the teahouse.

The pillar with two storytellers has been waiting here for a long time.

"Let's come in and say"

Song Qingyuan greeted, entered the teahouse, and sat down at a table.

"I believe that Steward Yang has already told you"

"Two per person per day."

"One in the morning and one in the afternoon!"

"A fixed salary of 500 wen per month."

"Half of the rewards received, half of the teahouse, half of you!"

"That's fine, right?" Song Qingyuan asked.

"No problem!" The two storytellers shook their heads, "These Yang stewards have told us. ”

"That's good!" Song Qingyuan nodded and looked back at the pillar, "You go to find two more blowers and singers, and arrange them between the two storytelling." ”

Some people like to listen to books, and naturally some people like to listen to music.

In this regard, we cannot be left behind.

"Good! I'll go! "The pillar should be down, he is what everyone calls Yang Steward, his real name is Yang Tiezhu.

After the pillar left, Song Qingyuan took out the story written by Shiro.

He asked, "I have a special script here, and you can see who will talk about it." ”

"This," the two looked at each other, "Can we look at the script?" ”

"Hmm!" Song Qingyuan handed over the paper.

The two looked at each other for a moment, frowning.

What the hell is this!

It's a snake spirit again, and it's a gourd baby again! And it hasn't been written yet, it's just a patchwork of east and west sentences, and it looks like it's written by Xiaowa

Can a baby write a script?

Looking at the effort, if you don't say it, you just talk about it, and there are no heroes and heroes, and the children of the rivers and lakes are wonderful.

No one will listen at all.

"Boss, this is not for me!" A storyteller preemptively took the lead.

Song Qingyuan looked at the other.

The other shook his head, "Not for me either!" ”

"None of them?"

Song Qingyuan sneered, "In this way, you are not suitable for Song Ji Teahouse!" ”

"Please go back!"

Song Qingyuan posed as a send-off.

The two were stunned.

They are famous among the storytellers in Yulin County.

The reason why I came to Song Ji was because I took a fancy to the location of Qingshui Lake and the signboard of Song Kee, and wanted to make more money.

But the words are not good-looking, where do they go to make money?

Who will tip them.

"Song Ji is nothing more than that! Farewell! A storyteller brushed his sleeves away.

Another followed.

When the pillar returned, only Song Qingyuan and the cleaning man were left in the teahouse.

The storyteller is gone.

Didn't wait for the pillar to ask.

Song Qingyuan said, "Those two people are not suitable for Song Ji, they are already gone!" ”

"Re-recruit!"

"I don't ask them how good they are, but they must be obedient!"

The pillar was stunned, "Cheng, I'll go and recruit!" ”

This time, the pillar learned to be obedient, not a single move, but a wide net.

directly put Song Jizhao's words to Mr. Storyteller and let them out.

Song Ji is notoriously well treated.

The salary is high, the New Year is celebrated, and the festival is rich, who doesn't want to come.

For a time, there was an endless stream of storytellers who came to Song Ji to apply.

The two people who left earlier scoffed, "Look, it won't be long before these people will regret it!" ”

No good book, no one listens.

What I earned was only 500 Wen given by Song Ji.

Song Kee Tea House.

Song Qingyuan sat at the table, surrounded by storytellers who wanted to come to Song Ji.

There were more than a dozen of them.

"Where were you talking before?" Song Qingyuan asked.

"I'm in Guangyuan Teahouse"

"I'm in Yipinlou"

"I'm there on the corner of Three Rivers Street"

Storytellers, gossiping answers.

Song Qingyuan observed carefully, some of these people fixed the location, and some walked back and forth.

People with fixed locations are dressed more neatly and the materials are better!

It should be regarded as the high-income part of the story.

For example, the previous two.

"What are you all going to talk about?"

"How many years?"

“”

After asking some questions and listening to two sentences, Song Qingyuan selected two people.