Opening the courtyard door, a woman in her thirties, dressed plainly, with a delicate face, came into view.

Widow Wu!

A hint of surprise flashed in Song Qingyuan's eyes, how could she come so late?

"Auntie, come in and sit!" Song Qingyuan let go of his body and said enthusiastically.

"No, no!" Widow Wu shook her head again and again, a little shy in her smile.

"I'm just here to ask, can I get my braids here for money?" Widow Wu rubbed her hands and said with some restraint.

"Absolutely! People in our village, as long as they pinch their braids, can bring them to my house and sell them. Song Qingyuan responded cheerfully.

Widow Wu smiled sincerely, "Thank you, I'll go home and pinch it!" ”

After saying that, Widow Wu took small steps and turned to leave.

"Hey~" Song Qingyuan shouted from behind, "Auntie, will you pinch?" ”

In the afternoon, there was no widow Wu who came to learn to pinch braids.

Widow Wu turned around, "I will, I saw Granny Zheng pinching her ......" Widow Wu's face was slightly red, and she lowered her head a little embarrassed.

She learned to pinch her braids without the permission of the Song family, I don't know if the Song family will mind.

Speaking of Granny Zheng, Song Qingyuan remembered that among the people who came to learn to pinch braids in the afternoon, there was Granny Zheng.

Granny Zheng belongs to the left-behind elderly, and her eldest son has not returned for many years when he went to serve in the army.

The youngest son had another accident and died. The daughter-in-law ran away, leaving behind a five-year-old son.

Granny Zheng took her little grandson to live in a dilapidated house in the east of the village.

and widow Wu live next to each other.

When discussing with Song Lizheng in the afternoon, Song Lizheng proposed to pinch the six-meter braid, and there was Granny Zheng.

Her uncle quickly agreed, and it was also regarded as the special care of the elderly in the village.

"It's not a secret that anyone can learn how to pinch braids."

"When my aunt pinches her braids, I'll send them over." Song Qingyuan said with a smile, it's just a seven-strand braid pinching method, it will not be difficult.

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

The next morning, just after dawn, there was another knock on the door of Song's house.

It turned out that the villagers pinched their braids overnight, and they were delivered early the next day.

With braids, you can start work, and the Song family is naturally happy.

The fly in the ointment is that Jiro didn't buy rag heads in the town yesterday.

For this point, Song Qingyuan has long been prepared, and the hot sale of sachets has caused a shortage of rag heads in Qingshi Town.

After breakfast, he went to Lizheng's house to borrow an ox cart, and Erlang went to the county.

The newly received braids are steamed in a pot, and the steamed ones are flattened and sent to the upper room.

In the upper room, Zhou, Sun, Song Qinglian, Song Qingrong and Ye who insisted on coming to work with gauze wrapped in their heads.

is in full swing to make straw hats.

The rag head is not in place, and it is not the turn of Song Qingyuan, Song Qingmo, and the three of the Li family to work for the time being.

Song Qingyuan found an old cloth and pulled out the ashes of the grass and trees in the stove.

The chunks are thrown away, and the rest of the scraps are poured into the crockpot.

Add two-thirds of the water, stir constantly, and put it on a small stove at home to boil.

"Yuan'er, what's here?" Song Qingmo looked at the dirty crockpot curiously.

"Grass and Wood Ash." Song Qingyuan said casually.

"What are you cooking plant ashes for?" Song Qingmo was puzzled.

Grass ash is used to fertilize the ground, and usually the laundry at home is also rubbed with plant ash, but she has not heard of cooking plant ash.

"Isn't it possible to wash your hands and laundry, I wonder if the soap is made of plant ash?"

"Give it a try now when you have time." Song Qingyuan said.

In her previous life, she had seen a video of making soap from plant ash and butter in the video.

I've always wanted to try it myself, but it's hard to find it in the city.

Now that I'm in ancient times, I have a chance to try it.

It's just that there's no butter here, and if it's lard, it shouldn't be bad, right? Song Qingyuan thought secretly.

"You want to make soaphorns...... Song Qingmo exclaimed, soaphorns are very valuable!

"Yuan'er, you're amazing!" Song Qingmo looked at Song Qingyuan enviously, and there were many small emotions tumbling in her heart.

Obviously they are all nine years old, why does Yuan'er know so much, she can't do anything.

She had seen it many times, Yuan'er bought meat buns for her mother and sugar cubes for her brother.

But she can't even protect her mother.

The feeling of loss stained the corners of Song Qingmo's eyes.

Song Qingyuan patted Song Qingmo's head and comforted, "You will also be very powerful in the future." ”

They are simply not comparable.

Song Qingmo is still a real child, but she is the soul from the 21st century.

Although there is no space and no system.

But the education system under the socialist system, advanced vision and experience, is her biggest golden finger.

"When I have time, I will teach you to read and write." Song Qingyuan said.

"Really?" Song Qingmo's eyes widened in surprise, reading? What a wonderful thing that is.

She knew that Yuan'er not only studied with Saburo during this time, but also taught Shiro after learning.

If Yuan'er is willing to teach her......

"Am I going to be as smart as you?" Song Qingmo looked at Song Qingyuan expectantly.

Song Qingyuan smiled, "You will be smarter than me." ”

looked at the crockpot and estimated the time, it was almost time, Song Qingyuan took the old cloth and took the crockpot down.

Put it in your room.

and so on inside the plants and trees ash water, cooling, depositing.

The result is lye.

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

After the lunch break, Erlang drove the ox cart and returned in the dust.

"The second brother is back~" Shiro lay at the door and shouted at the courtyard.

Song Qingyuan, Song Qingmo, and Li, who were not alive at hand, took the lead in walking out.

Li Shi looked at the cart full of packages, and immediately shouted, "Oops, so many ......"

Before the first three words of the rag came out, Song Qingyuan covered his mouth.

His eyes swept over the villagers who had come back to see the excitement, and gave Li a look.

Song Qingyuan waved his hand and urged, "Hurry up, move things in." ”

Song Chengli, Erlang, Li and others quickly carried two bags in one hand to the yard.

"Oh, what are you buying here, big bags and small bags." The little sister-in-law looked at the melon seeds while munching on them.

When you walk to the ox cart, you reach out to unwrap the parcel on the cart.

A slender arm crossed the eyes of the little mountain sister-in-law.

The small hand that is not big grabs the hand of the little mountain sister-in-law.

"Sister-in-law, this is to walk around!" Song Qingyuan had a faint smile on his face, but he used force in his hand to remove Xiaoshan's hand from the package.

"Giggle~" Xiaoshan's sister-in-law smiled wryly, "You kid, I'm just curious about what is in here, what else can I do." ”

"Sister-in-law Xiaoshan is not the person with unclean hands and feet, of course it is impossible to take my family's things." Song Qingyuan moved his steps and stood in front of Xiaoshan's sister-in-law.

Xiaoshan's sister-in-law opened Song Qingyuan and glanced at the car with her eyes.

"Yuan'er, your family is pinching braids again, and you are buying these old things, this is a way to make money?"

Xiaoshan's sister-in-law put a handful of melon seeds into Song Qingyuan's hand and asked curiously.

That's a cliché!

Song Qingyuan returned the melon seeds to Xiaoshan's sister-in-law.

"Sister-in-law, you should eat the melon seeds yourself."

Just this handful of melon seeds wants to buy her, and it's too stingy.

"Our family still has a lot of work to do, so we won't receive Xiaoshan's sister-in-law." Song Qingyuan put on an attitude of refusing customers.

"Hey, Yuan'er will talk a little more!" Xiaoshan's sister-in-law dragged Song Qingyuan.

His eyes rolled, "Yuan'er, your family ......"

"What's wrong with my family?" A cold voice came out.

Zhou was standing at the gate of the courtyard, expressionless, looking at this side with cold eyes.

"A black-hearted thing, if you don't do your own work, you come to my door to talk to the little baby."

"What about the cheeks, let the dogs eat them."

Zhou stood at the door and scolded.

"Oh, the old lady is scolding me, I'm wronged!" Sister-in-law Xiaoshan immediately shouted.

"It's just that I said a few words to the little baby, why don't I have a face."

"If the old lady says so, who in our village will dare to talk to your little baby in the future." Xiaoshan's sister-in-law didn't let people, and immediately choked with the old lady.