Song Xingchen glanced up at Yelang, and saw Yelang coming over.

It can be said that Yelang walked a little behind Song Xingchen, and kept paying attention to Song Xingchen, seeing that she was in a bad mood and worried for a long time, and now seeing that she finally looked at herself, she couldn't help but show a big smile.

Song Xingchen suppressed all the doubts in his heart and walked forward with two pieces of cloth in his arms.

Yelang's smile faded a little, and he put the things in his hand into one hand and walked to Song Xingchen's side.

"Xingxing, you give me me, I'll take it."

Song Xingchen saw that Yelang had already taken a lot of things, big and small, and similarly, Song Sanshan and Song Yang even Song Yue had a lot of things in their hands, and only she was holding two pieces of cloth, which was already the most relaxed.

"No, I can."

Song Xingchen took a few steps forward with the cloth in his arms, and distanced himself from Yelang.

Yelang was a little disappointed, feeling that Song Xingchen was hiding from him.

Song Yang thought carefully, and when he saw Song Xingchen and Yelang's lawsuit, he naturally found out.

He walked up to Yelang: "Xingxing is worried that you are tired, so he walked in front." ”

Hearing Song Yang's explanation, Yelang's eyes lit up: "So, isn't Xingxing angry?" ”

Song Yang: "That girl is willing to be angry with you." ”

Yelang's mood has completely improved again.

After walking a few quickly, he walked next to Song Xingchen, and the two of them walked side by side.

Song Sanshan and Song Yang glanced at each other and smiled helplessly.

Song Xingchen has only occasionally shown the appearance of a child since Yelang came, playing with a little temper and being lazy.

When they got home, Song Lu had already prepared dinner, and Song Yue and Song March were so happy to see the four pieces of cloth that they didn't know what to do.

They can use needles and threads, but they can't make clothes.

Fortunately, the Song Lu clan will not spend another sum of money to make clothes.

So, Song Lu took Song Yue and Song Yue and began to make clothes for the family.

Song Xingchen also discovered a fatal weakness of himself, that is, incompetence in needlework.

Obviously, the needle and thread that was so obedient in the hands of Song Lu and Song Yue and Song Yue came to her hands, either poked her hand into a hole or poked an eye, and in the end, no one in the family dared to let her move the needlework.

Song Xingchen originally planned to go to the mountain and take out the things in the space to add food to the family, but no one was worried that she would go up the mountain alone.

Several men in the family were also too busy.

Song Xingchen simply sat on the ground and sighed.

Song Xingchen looked up and found that the people coming and going outside glanced at their yard, and then Song Xingchen looked over and immediately turned his eyes away, but the expression was more disgusted and disgusted.

Song Xingchen sighed, knowing that this was ancient times, and the feudal system killed people, so their family was treated so unfairly.

But I also know that if you want to win respect, then the economic conditions must be improved first.

Just as she was about to turn around and enter the house, she heard someone calling out to her.

"Stars, stars."

Song Xingchen raised his head and saw a girl with pigtails running in, the girl was already wearing new clothes, but her smile was still bright.

"Yuemei, what's wrong with you?"

"Here's what you're given."

Saying that, Song Yuemei took out two pieces of maltose from the small pocket on her side, as well as two head flowers.

Song Yuemei shook her head twice, and the two butterfly-like flowers on her head swayed in the wind, which looked very good.

Song Xingchen looked at the things in his hand, and then looked at the flowers on Song Yuemei's head, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind.

"Yuemei, where did you get this thing?"

"It was given to me by my uncle."

Song Yuemei is the daughter of the village chief, and her food, clothing, and housing are naturally the best.

And the eldest brother of the village opened a grocery store in the town, and he had a good life, and these things were all New Year's goods purchased in the grocery store.

"Yuemei, do you know how to sell this?"

"Do you want to buy it? I and my uncle said that it was cheap for you. ”

"No, I want to sell, Yuemei, is your uncle in the town now?"

Song Yuemei: "Uncle sent me back, and now I am at home." ”

Song Xingchen was immediately overjoyed.

In modern times, Song Xingchen likes to make some of these snacks, the process of maltose is not difficult, the materials are not difficult to find, not to mention the head flower, just the craftsmanship of his mother and two sisters, you can get it well.

And she has a lot of modern ideas and recipes, which are definitely better than the formulas of the ancients.

"Yuemei, take me to your uncle."

When the two little girls ran to the door of the village chief's house, the uncle of the Song family was just about to go out.

"Yuemei, Uncle is gone."

Song Yuemei ran over and grabbed Uncle Song Yuemei's hand: "You can't leave yet, Xingchen has something to do with you." ”

Uncle Song Yuemei looked at Song Xingchen, who was panting.

Song Xingchen ran over and took out the maltose in his hand: "Uncle, what is the purchase price of your maltose?" ”

Uncle Song Yuemei observed Song Xingchen, but he didn't speak for a long time, besides, can you talk to a little girl about such a thing.

"Girl, what's the matter with you?"

Song Xingchen bit his lip and said directly: "Uncle, I can make sugar that tastes better than this maltose, you can't accept it." ”

Uncle Song Yuemei was surprised: "How old are you and what can you do." ”

Song Xingchen was anxious: "I can do it, it's absolutely delicious, otherwise, you wait." ”

Uncle Song Yuemei became interested now.

Seeing that it was getting late, it would be a little too late if I went back, so I simply stayed at Song's house today.

"Okay, I'll see what you can do."

Song Xingchen got this assurance, and immediately turned around and ran back.

Shouting Yelang's name as he ran.

Yelang had already entered the courtyard, and when he heard Song Xingchen's shout, he immediately ran out.

"Stars, what's wrong?"

"Yelang, help."

Song Xingchen took out the only remaining wheat in the house, and Song Lu hurriedly chased after him.

"What are you going to do, this is the last bit of wheat flour in the family."

Song Xingchen knew the process of making maltose, so he talked to Yelang carefully, Yelang nodded and followed the steps.

And Song Xingchen dragged Song Lu to the house.

"Mother, can you make a flower according to this pattern?"

Song Xingchen handed the head flower that Song Yuemei gave him to Song Lu.

Song Lu turned over to look at the past.

"It's okay, but our clothes are not enough to make it, where is the cloth to make this."

"Mother, you can do it, it's done, we can sell it to Yuemei's uncle."

All the department stores of the people in Songjia Village are basically bought from the uncle of the Song family in the town, so they naturally know what the uncle of the Song family does.

Song Lu glared: "Is this okay?" ”

Song Sanshan came in, but said sonorously: "I'll see it." ”

Song Xingchen showed a big smile at Song Sanshan: "I know that my father is the best." ”

Song Lu was instantly tasted: "Okay, good, my father is the best, my mother is not a kiss." ”

Song Xingchen rubbed over again: "Mother is also the best." ”

Then jump off the kang.

"I'm busy."

Song Lushi smiled and picked up the cloth to make a flower.

It doesn't take much effort to make the head flower, and by the time Song Xingchen and Yelang made the maltose, Song Lu had already made a lot of head flowers.

Song Xingchen was very surprised, leaned over and touched it, those head flowers are good to see.

"My mother's hands are so skillful."

The head flower made by Song Lu's family is much better than the one Song Yuemei gave to Song Xingchen.

Song Xingchen turned his head and ran to the room where he had a small burned firewood stick.

Then I carefully drew some lines on the head flower.

The originally monotonous head flower was suddenly different, and the butterfly seemed to be spreading its wings and flying high.

"Yo, it's better to do it twice so easily."

Song Xingchen nodded with satisfaction, then picked up some maltose and walked out.

"Daddy, brother and sister, wait for my good news."

Yelang was afraid that Song Xingchen would have an accident, so he chased after him.

Song Sanshan was a little unhappy: "That kid really treats our stars as his own, and he doesn't have any eyes at all." ”

Song Lu also nodded.

Song Yue laughed when she saw this: "Look, look, my father and mother are jealous." ”

And Song Xingchen and Yelang ran to the village chief's house.

The village chief's family was eating, and when he saw Song Xingchen coming, he immediately called them to eat.

"Stars, and Yelang is coming, come, come and eat."

The village chief's family is still very partial to Song Sanshan's family.

"Village chief, I'm not here to eat, I'm looking for Uncle Song Yuemei."

Uncle Song Yuemei put down his chopsticks: "Is the maltose ready?" ”

"Well, it's done."

Then he took the maltose in his hand and went to Uncle Song Yuemei, and handed the maltose and the head flower to Uncle Song Yuemei.

Uncle Song Yuemei saw the head flower at a glance.

"Little girl, did you make this flower?" To be honest, Uncle Song doesn't believe it, how old does this child look like? How can the hands be so skillful.

"No, this flower was made by my mother."

Uncle Song Yuemei nodded, is this logical?

It's just that this is really good-looking, better than the ones sold in his grocery store, and if this batch of head flowers comes in, those little girls and daughters-in-law will definitely like it.

Uncle Song Yuemei looked at the maltose on the side again.

Twist up a piece and put it in your mouth and chew it twice.

I was amazed.

This maltose is sweet but not greasy and not particularly sticky to the teeth. It tastes like a little bit of peanut foam, which is particularly unusual.

Those scraps were actually some residues left behind by the wheat that was not particularly crushed. On the contrary, the quality of the whole maltose is improved.

"Uncle, look at my family's head flower and maltose."

Uncle Song Yuemei nodded: "But girl, we must have a lot of people to enter, have you done it?" ”

Song Xingchen nodded vigorously.

"I have a lot of family, and I have done it."

"That's okay, as long as you do it, I will collect it for three cents, and a pack of maltose will be thirty wen, what's the matter."

He can sell the first flower for four or five for the three pennies, and this flower is good-looking, and it seems that it is no problem to sell five cents.

A pack of maltose is thirty wen, and he can sell it for fifty wen.

And it tastes so good.

"Thank you, uncle."

Song Xingchen turned around and ran away, and Yelang also thanked everyone, turned around and ran away.