"Mo'er, what's wrong with you? Why is it still wrapped? Old Man Song stared at Song Qingmo's head.

"It's fine!" Song Qingmo said indifferently, waving her hand, "Master, you go to see the third master first, and I'll talk about it when I come back." ”

Old Man Song stopped and looked at him suspiciously.

"Master, you go first!" Song Qingyuan said softly.

"Then ......" Old Man Song hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Nacheng, I'll go first." "Song Qingyuan is mature and has a good work, he can be trusted.

After Old Man Song left, the three of them entered the upper room first and talked about the matter.

Ye looked at Song Qingmo's wrapped head and wiped her tears.

"Mother, don't cry! I'm fine! Song Qingmo held Ye's hand, "It doesn't hurt at all, Lang Zhong said, it doesn't matter, it will be fine in two days." ”

"It's okay! It's okay! Ye Shi breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes still full of distress.

The Zhou family was also angry, and said with a cold face, "Qian Lang looks like a person, how can he teach such a son!" ”

"Yuan'er, you're doing the right thing!" Zhou said, "Our family will not have dealings with his Qian family in the future." ”

"Yes! Milk! Song Qingyuan responded.

"Thank you, thank you!" Yip was grateful.

With less money for the merchants, the Song family's bean sprouts are sold a lot, and the speed of hawthorn sales has to slow down. The old lady can do this for her granddaughter, she can't be grateful.

"Mother, I, I will be doubly filial to you in the future......" Ye was resigned, wanting to say something flattering, but his mouth was stupid, and his face couldn't help but turn red.

"Little family gas!" Zhou's angry slash.

His eyes swept over Song Qingmo, "If your brain is injured, don't go out to jump...... Not a girl. ”

Song Qingmo pursed her lips and did not speak.

Song Qingyuan looked at the old lady's awkward appearance and laughed in her heart.

's own granddaughter, the old lady doesn't hurt anymore, and it's better than the two surnames.

There must be feelings.

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

East across the precincts.

As soon as Song Qingyuan came back, Dongzi Niang came over.

"Yuan'er, my aunt told you something......" Dongzi Niang whispered.

Song Qingyuan looked up, "What's the matter?" ”

"That's right...... The aunt has a lot of work at home, and I'm afraid the aunt won't be able to do this job......" Dongzi Niang smiled unnaturally, the expression on her face was a little cramped.

"Alright then!" Song Qingyuan nodded, "I'll settle the salary for my aunt." ”

"My aunt worked hard for a day yesterday, and today is still an hour away, how about I give my aunt eighteen wen?" Song Qingyuan asked.

"Done! Yuan'er said as much as he wanted. Dongzi Niang said with a smile.

Song Qingyuan counted out eighteen texts and put them in Dongzi Niang's hands.

"Then auntie, I won't send it?" Song Qingyuan Road.

"No send, no send!" Dongzi Niang waved her hand, "You're busy!" You're busy! ”

After that, he quickly left the Song family.

After Dongzi Niang left, Aunt Chunlai came over and scolded through gritted teeth, "This little cheap hoof, he must have learned your family's method and went back to make dried sweet potatoes by himself." ”

"Whew!" Aunt Chunlai broke a bite.

Song Qingyuan looked at him strangely, "Does Aunt Chunlai want to go home and do it herself?" ”

"Huh?" Aunt Chunlai was stunned when she heard this, and then laughed, "Yuan'er, what did you say, is my aunt that kind of person!" That's not a human thing, my aunt did it once, and she will never do it a second time. ”

Aunt Chunlai swore a promise.

Song Qingyuan smiled, "Dried sweet potatoes, I only do this last year, I won't be doing it next year, when Aunt Chunlai learns, I'll make it myself next year." ”

"Really?" Aunt Chunlai's eyes lit up, "Yuan'er, are you really going to stop next year?" ”

"Dried sweet potatoes for my family?" Aunt Chunlai asked.

Song Qingyuan smiled but did not speak.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! He slapped his palms three times in a row and shouted, "Come here, everyone!" ”

When everyone heard this, they put down the work in their hands, "Yuan'er, what's the matter?" ”

"Dongzi Niang told me just now that there is a job at home, and this job can't be done." Song Qingyuan paused slightly and continued, "I have already paid her. ”

"Here, I want to ask, is there any work at home that you don't want to do?" Song Qingyuan's gaze swept over everyone one by one.

"If there is, come here to settle the money."

"Dongzi Niang is gone?" Everyone whispered, and each had a conjecture in their hearts.

"I will definitely continue to do it, the Song family is kind, we can't do that that is not human!" Chunsheng's daughter-in-law stood up, "I don't know what others think, but I will never say half a word about the practice of dried sweet potatoes." ”

Chunsheng's daughter-in-law is the first to guarantee.

"Yuan'er, don't worry, since you believe us, we won't say it." Widow Wu and Granny Zheng stood up separately.

Immediately afterwards, everyone promised one by one that the practice of dried sweet potatoes would never be leaked.

Song Qingyuan smiled, "When I came to you, I took a fancy to your character and reputation. ”

"Here, too, I make an announcement."

"That is, next year, our family will not be making dried sweet potatoes."

Wow!

A word stirs up a layer of waves.

"Not doing it?"

"Why didn't you do it?"

"Dried sweet potatoes make so much money!"

Everyone persuaded each other.

Song Qingyuan looked at it lightly, with a confident smile in his eyes, "Our family has other deals, and the sale of dried sweet potatoes is left to you, whoever wants to do it, you can do it and sell it next year." ”

"Tomorrow I'll teach you the second step of making dried sweet potatoes......"

"Shh Song Qingyuan raised his middle finger and smiled evilly, "Don't say it!" ”

Is there a second step to dried sweet potatoes?

Everyone was stunned and laughed evilly.

Dongzi Niang......

Wait for your own consequences!

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

In the evening, the Song family went to the room.

Song Qingyuan briefly repeated what had happened.

Everyone in the Song family was indignant.

Song Chengyi rolled up his sleeves and said directly, "Rong'er, Mo'er, you two say something, how do you want to clean him up, the second uncle will go find someone!" ”

"Look what you can do!" Li pushed Song Chengyi, "Who are you looking for, now let's copy the guy, go to the door, and let him see how powerful our old Song family is." ”

"Whew!" Li Shi took a bite, "The son of a little broken merchant also dares to think about the granddaughter of our old Song family." ”

"See if I don't lift the roof of his house!"

"Let's go!" Song Chengyi Zhang Luo.

Lee followed.

As soon as the husband and wife sing and harmonize, the guy will do it in turn.

"Shut up!" Old Man Song snorted violently, "Sit there honestly for me!" ”

"Dad, I'm here for ......"

Song Chengyi didn't finish speaking, and Old Man Song slapped a knife eye and waited over.

Song Chengyi was suddenly silent.

"Shouting and shouting to kill, when you are a bandit?" Old Man Song taught a lesson.

Turning his head to look at Song Qingyuan, "Yuan'er, you did the right thing!" If we don't associate with such people, the goods in the future will be cut off. ”

After that, he looked at Song Chengli, "Third child, Yuan'er has already come forward to beat that kid in this matter, I will go over this matter first, what's the matter?" ”

"Okay! Listen to Daddy! Song Chengli said, looking at Song Qingyuan's eyes full of gratitude.

looked at Li and Song Chengyi's gaze, and it was also soft.

No matter what, these two people are willing to give his daughter a head, and he is in good spirits.

Second brother, it's still a good one.

At this moment, Song Chengli's heart knot was officially untied, and the shadow caused by the debt incident disappeared.

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