Song Yuemei put down her job and wanted to chase after her to play with Song Xingchen, but she was gone, and she walked back aggrieved.

Uncle Song Yuemei ate another piece of maltose, the Song family ate a piece, and the last few pieces were reserved for the male of the Song family and the youngest Song Yuemei.

Uncle Song Yuemei: "This Song Sanshan's family is not simple, especially this little girl, it will definitely not be simple in the future." ”

Village Chief Song nodded in agreement: "I have long felt so. ”

When he got home, Song Xingchen immediately brought the remaining part of the maltose to the house, and the Song family ate a piece of each, and they were all surprised.

"It's so delicious, it's much better than what I've eaten before."

Then I heard what Song Xingchen said about the purchase price, and I gasped.

Although this maltose is made of wheat, no matter how expensive the wheat is, it is not much expensive, and the cost of a package is not even ten cents.

In fact, the purchase price of maltose is generally fifteen cents.

Uncle Song Yuemei wanted to treat the Song family's maltose as a more expensive quality, so he mentioned Thirty Wen.

And generally maltose is sold for only 30 yuan, but Song Xingchen's maltose Uncle Song Yuemei must be 50 yuan, obviously very confident.

"So, mother, in the next few days, you have to make a flower with my sister, and we will make maltose with my father."

Song Lu immediately responded.

In the past few days, the clothes of the family are basically ready, and there is only the needlework in the back, and it won't take long.

Song Mutou sighed on the side: "Alas, it's all my fault, I can't help if I'm so busy at home now." ”

Because Song Mutou went to the landlord's house to herd cattle, he was so tired that he couldn't get home every day.

Song Xingchen hurriedly said: "How can the second brother say that, you are also so tired for my family, we can't help you during this time, and you have to work hard alone." ”

Song Mutou got better and smiled at Song Xingchen.

Song Sanshan calculated an account in his heart, and Song Yang quickly calculated it, and their eyes lit up.

If this is done, a lot of silver will suddenly be added to the house.

The family had dinner with Hemeimei.

The next morning, the Song family got busy.

Yelang and Song Yang pushed a large amount of wheat home.

Song Lu and Song March made flowers, but Song Yue was in a hurry to make maltose.

Song Xingchen didn't hold it, this maltose is also a skill if it is done well, if the second sister learns it, she will not be afraid of eating without skills when she marries in the future.

And Song Xingchen......

As a technical consultant, she naturally sat by the stove and stared at the fire.

The first time I did it, the Song family didn't dare to do too much, only made thirty packs of maltose, and only made a hundred heads, not many things, and in total, they could earn more than one or two silver.

It doesn't seem like much, but it's a small cost.

And that's how much they did by noon.

If this is the amount every day, they will not be able to earn thirty taels of silver in the New Year.

So, the next step is to look at sales.

The Song family closed the door, and almost everyone went to town.

When the uncle of the Song family saw that the Song family was all coming, he was stunned.

"You're all here, who's going to make the candy."

Song Sanshan said: "Make 30 packs of candy and 100 flowers today, if it sells well, we will make more tomorrow." ”

Uncle Song Yuemei was anxious all of a sudden, this is the New Year, and he knows better than anyone that such a good maltose and head flower are worth much more than anyone else.

Not to mention anything else, a few big families in the town know that he has better maltose here and have ordered a large number of them, thirty packs, thirty packs is enough fart.

Song Sanshan heard Uncle Song Yuemei say this, where was he still in the mood to stay, so he immediately ran to the village, and made another thirty packs for Song Yuemei's uncle in the afternoon.

And by the next day, the Song family didn't like to talk anymore and worked hard.

When the head flower reached nearly a thousand, Song Xingchen discussed it with Song Lu's family, and there was no need to do it again.

The family simply set up another pot and started making maltose.

In this way, it was not completely busy until Chinese New Year's Eve.

By the time everyone sat down to settle the score, everyone was stunned.

In just about a month and a half, they earned a hundred taels of silver.

How is this possible, this is too mysterious.

Song Sanshan's nose suddenly became sour, he had never seen so much money in his life. It's not that the old mansion doesn't have it, but it does, how can his father and his mother give him a chance.

If you want to say who the old mansion brings the thickest shadow, it is naturally Song Sanshan.

He has gone from a man who lives with filial piety as the criterion to now breaks off with his parents, how much psychological pressure he has suffered.

However, looking at the current mattress, Song Sanshan has never been satisfied.

If he hadn't taken this step, his family would have had no other choice or way than to fall apart.

With money in hand, the Song family went to the town to buy the rest of the things in the last wave of New Year's goods.

This time, don't say it's white rice and white noodles, but I bought enough meat.

The family each had a new set of clothes, and they also bought handkerchiefs for a few girls.

When he walked to the door of the bookstore again, Song Yang stood still, staring at the books and papers in a daze.

Song Xingchen found out about this, grabbed Song Yang's hand and walked towards the bookstore.

"Sir, my brother wants to go to the academy, do you know where the academy is?"

As soon as Song Xingchen's words came out, Song Yang was startled, and hurriedly wanted to cover Song Xingchen's mouth.

Now the families who can go to school in the academy are either rich or expensive, not to mention anything else, and the tuition fee of five taels of silver a year alone will stop most of the children from poor peasant families.

Although the Song family made some money, it was still not to the point where they could send Song Yang to school.

Five taels of silver is just tuition, as well as the cost of books and the cost of paper that is usually used.

Now, there is no twenty taels a year.

Song Xingchen's mouth was covered, and Song Sanshan, Song Lu and the others did walk in.

Their expressions were a little strange, but after seeing the longing in Song Yang's eyes, a fire burst out of Song Sanshan's heart.

"Song Yang, if you want to go to school, go to school, smash the pot and sell the iron father and mother for you."

Song Yang immediately waved his hand: "Dad, mother, I don't, I ......"

Song Xingchen moved Song Yang's hand away: "Big brother goes to school, and the matter of making money will be handed over to me, and when you come back, you will teach me and my sister to learn words, so that our whole family will be literate." ”

The gentleman in the bookstore saw that this family was all croppers, but then looked at Song Yang with a white face, Song Xingchen, who was a big ghost, and Yelang, who stood there, made people feel unusual.

My heart was struck.

This family is not simple, so they are polite to the family.

"The big courtyard in the easternmost part of the town is the academy run by Master Zhang, but now the academy is closed, and classes will not start until the New Year, so you can catch up when you come on the third day of the Lunar New Year."

Song Yang's heart was pounding when he heard this.

Can he read? Can he really read?

This is what Song Yang has been thinking about since he became sensible, after so many years, his family is getting more and more difficult day by day, and he has long lost any expectations.

But now, his parents and sisters have agreed to him going to school.

Now, if someone comes out with a talent, it is simply as beautiful as being an official, and he doesn't even have to pay land taxes and fees.

But that's it, there are still very few people who can afford to read.

One can imagine how determined Song Sanshan and Song Lu needed to make such a decision.

But Song Xingchen couldn't laugh, she must fulfill the wishes of her brothers and sisters little by little, and she should come to make money.

When he returned home after buying enough things, Song Lu took Song Yue and Song March to cook and prepare New Year's goods, and Song Yang told his younger brother Song Mutou about going to school.

He is a little weak-hearted, if he goes by himself, and the wood wants to go, and the family can't afford it, then he will give himself to the wood for whatever he says.

But Song Mutou was not interested in going to school at all, and shook his head vigorously.

"Big brother, you go to school, what about Yelang?"

"Yelang is also going, but the tuition fees for the two of them are too expensive, and Yelang plans to go as my scholar."

This solution was conceived by Yelang.

Originally, Song Xingchen also wanted to let Yelang go to school, but the Song family paid Song Yang's, and it was too difficult to add another person.

In the end, I learned that those who read could bring a bookboy with them, and the bookboy could not enter the classroom, but he could listen outside.

Those scholars and scholars basically taught themselves in this way.

And with Yelang's ability, self-study is not a problem at all, so such a decision was made.

And the book boy is relatively free.

It was difficult for Song Yang to come out again after entering the school, but Yelang could go in and out, and go back to Song's house from time to time.

Although Song Xingchen felt that he was not satisfied enough, he could only do this first.

But in this case, she can't do a lot of troublesome work at home, and she has to think of a more novel way to get money quickly.

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Just in the midst of the Song family and Hemeimei, Chinese New Year's Eve came.

The family nested on the kang to keep the New Year.

When it was dawn, Song Sanshan and Song Lu took out a few copper plates to make New Year's money for the children.

Song Lu pulled Song Xingchen into the house and handed her a small bag, Song Xingchen opened it, and there were ten taels of silver inside.

She looked at Song Lu in surprise.

"Mother...... This is. ”

"This is the dowry that my mother prepared for you, although you and Yelang are still young, but the mother who should be prepared for you should prepare it early, you can keep it yourself."

Although Song Xingchen is young, no one in the Song family treats her as a child.

"Mother, just take it, I'm still young, don't worry."

Song Lu touched Song Xingchen's head: "The old daughter of my family is the lucky star of my old Song family, this money is what you deserve, your brother and sister They all know, without you, how can our family have a good life now." So, you just take it, so that your brother and sister will be more relaxed, good. ”

Song Xingchen guessed that Song Yang, Song Mu, Song Yue, they all knew about it, so they didn't shirk anymore and put it away.

Now they only have a hundred taels of silver, but she swears that she will make the family richer and richer.