The days passed in a flash, and the first batch of bean sprouts of the Song family had been baked.

This time, two hundred and twenty-three pounds of bean sprouts were produced.

Twenty-three pounds were left at home, and the rest were packed into a basket and put on an ox cart, which was tightly covered with an old quilt.

Song Chengli and Song Chengyi respectively drove an ox cart, one was sold according to the sales channel of dry sausage, and the other was responsible for bulk sales.

After the two of them left, Song Qingyuan packed five catties of the remaining bean sprouts, put them in a small basket, covered them with cotton cloth, and handed them to Erlang, "Second brother, help me send this to Lu Mingxuan." ”

Erlang goes to the county almost every two days, and he has more contact with Lu Mingxuan, so it is more convenient for Erlang to send it to Lu Mingxuan.

"Okay! I just sent a dry intestine and dropped by. Erlang responded happily.

Approaching the Chinese New Year, the sales of dry sausages increased, and Erlang went to the county to be diligent.

"Second brother, send some dry intestines to Lu Mingxuan, count them ......in my account," Song Qingyuan instructed, "Also, your junior brothers should also be cultivated, and try to let them take charge of themselves." ”

As a manager, Erlang doesn't have to do it himself, as long as the people under him are competent and give orders.

Erlang nodded, "I know about this, and several of them can send it." It's this period of sales that has increased, and there are not enough people, so I can only run it myself. ”

Not enough people?

"You're such a little brother, will you still have enough manpower?" Song Qingyuan asked.

According to her incomplete statistics, Erlang's younger brother has more than twenty people, and there should be no shortage of manpower.

"Those are not directly related, and it is inconvenient for them to interfere with dry intestines." Jiro shook his head.

Quite defensive!

"You hold the recipe, cut the meat, and let them come." Song Qingyuan suggested.

This frees up manpower for other things.

Erlang groaned slightly, "Let's talk about this later...... They don't know that dry sausages are my business now, they just think that I follow Chen Sanjin to do things. ”

Song Qingyuan thought about it seriously, "Then let them continue to think so, what you are hiding behind the scenes and showing your head will be handed over to others in the future." ”

"When others ask, you also push Chen Sanjin's head."

Chen Sanjin's name does not need to be used in vain.

Their business is not convenient for the Song family to know for the time being.

"Second brother, your sworn brothers, you also cultivate and cultivate, read more books when you have nothing to do, and become literate." Song Qingyuan Road.

"What?" Erlang looked over in surprise, with a malicious smile in his eyes, "Suddenly care about my brothers, what kind of conspiracy do you have?" ”

"What conspiracy can I have!" Song Qingyuan rolled his eyes, "Go back and pass a word to them, whoever is literate will be the first to pass the test, and I will give them a chance to be the shopkeeper." ”

Be a shopkeeper? Erlang was stunned, and said with a ruffian, "It seems that you want to open a shop......

"It's not a small ambition!" Erlang put his arms around Song Qingyuan's neck and sandwiched Song Qingyuan over.

"Release! Loosen! Song Qingyuan struggled to break free and glared at Erlang fiercely, "Just say it well, don't move your hands and feet!" ”

Song Qingyuan was helpless, her second brother's little ruffian's strength couldn't be changed.

"You can read books if you have nothing to do, don't ask you to write articles, at least recognize all the words, our father and mother are beginning to read." Song Qingyuan said.

"Heh......" Erlang sneered, "Our father and mother are literate because you give money!" ”

Song Qingyuan's eyes rolled, "You are literate, and I will give you money." ”

Jiro has a foundation, and it is not difficult to learn.

"Heh......" Erlang disdainful, he is not short of money now.

"Second brother, is there a big boss who is illiterate?" Song Qingyuan sighed, "It's okay, you can also learn, and if you learn well, you can give it to your brothers." ”

"Since you take them along, you can also give them a future." Song Qingyuan said as he observed Erlang's expression.

Erlang is a man and does things, he has a ruffian energy, such a person looks out of tune, but he values affection.

Sure enough, Erlang hesitated, "I'll buy a copy of the Three Character Classic for them to see." ”

Erlang turned his head, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a wicked smile again, "Don't change the topic, and then talk about your store." ”

"What's so strange about opening a store...... Song Qingyuan looked indifferent, "The silver in my hand now is enough to invest in the store, so I'll buy one!" ”

"You can also help me take a look, and see whose shops are sold in our town." Song Qingyuan Road.

Song Qingyuan's two businesses are in partnership with Erlang, how much silver Song Qingyuan has in his hand, Erlang also has a number in his heart, so he said, "I'll find a guy to ask another day." ”

"What do you want to do?" Jiro asked.

"I didn't think about it!" Song Qingyuan said casually.

"Haven't you thought about it?" Erlang glanced at Song Qingyuan, "I didn't think about it, would you say give them a chance to be the shopkeeper?" ”

"When I'm stupid!" Erlang said, and hugged Song Qingyuan's neck again.

Song Qingyuan hurriedly dodged away and hurriedly said, "It's a plan, I haven't thought about it yet, I'll tell you when I think about it." ”

"Take me one!" Jiro spoke directly.

"This ...... Later, later! Song Qingyuan was perfunctory.

Jiro didn't care, the store hadn't bought it yet, and he knew it when he bought it.

The two chatted about the sales of dried sweet potatoes again, and agreed that the dried sweet potatoes would be completely sold out and then settled.

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

After Erlang left, Zhou instructed several children in the family to send bean sprouts to well-connected families in the village.

The old Cui family must be sent, and the Song family has been using the old Cui family's carriage these days.

Zhou packed three catties of bean sprouts and handed them to Song Qingrong, "This is for the old Cui family......"

Loaded another three catties and handed them to Song Qingmo, "This is for Li Zheng's family to ......"

"Milk, why do you give it to Lizheng's family? Isn't the relationship between our family and his family bad? Song Qingmo asked.

"What are the children's nonsense!" Zhou's face stiffened, "You are not allowed to say this outside......

The two families had a small estrangement because of Hu and Song's relatives, but Song Lizheng gave the ditch land directly to the Song family, and he also intended to repair the relationship with the Song family.

Moreover, there is also the previous gambling debt and borrowing money, this favor, the Song family can't help but pay it back.

Song Qingmo was trained, lowered her head unhappily, took the basket, and ran out.

After a while, coming back with an empty basket, Song Qingmo pulled Song Qingyuan and whispered, "Sister Song Yu is crying......"

"Huh?" What does this have to do with their family.

Song Qingmo got a little closer, "I didn't hear it too clearly, it seems to be related to the old Hu family......"

"It seems to mean that Sister Song Yu is not good-looking enough......" Song Qingmo thought.

Song Yu is not good-looking enough? Song Qingyuan thought secretly.

It is indeed far worse than Song Qinglian.

If the son of the old Hu family is a Yan Kong, it is not surprising that he can't look down on Song Yu.

For the sake of a momentary mood, they ruined a lifetime of happiness, and I don't know if they will regret it in the future.

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

In the evening, Song Chengli and Song Chengyi returned home, and the bean sprouts on the ox cart sold quite well.

Song Chengli's all was sold, and Song Chengyi still had five catties left.

The two of them handed over all the money they got, neatly and happily, and the scumbag father didn't make trouble, arguing for benefits, Song Qingyuan was quite pleased with this.

The scumbag dad has grown a lot.

During these days, Song Chengli and Song Chengyi often sent dried vegetables on cold days, which was really hard.

Song Qingyuan thought about whether to treat his scumbag father?

"Dad, you don't want a leather jacket......" Song Qingyuan's voice froze.