The next day, Father Song went to the village chief's house to discuss the purchase of land.

Although the Song family was poor before, they were very kind-hearted, and their reputation in Shangliu Village has always been good.

Father Song and the village chief grew up together, and used to come and go when the family was good, but later the Song family fell in the middle of the road, and Father Song didn't want to fall into the mouth and ran infrequently, and the village chief didn't forget him, and he would send something over to help him during the New Year's holidays.

Knowing that the Song family had the money to buy land, the village chief Song Zhixing was also very happy, and he was particularly concerned about this matter and personally gave advice to Father Song.

The dryland village is now successful, and it is not far from the Song family's land, but it has been deserted for a long time, and it has to be raised for two years if you buy it back. As for the paddy fields, there were no rice fields for a while, and the village chief promised to help inquire about whether anyone wanted to sell the fields.

In the afternoon, the village chief took Father Song to the field to paint the land, and after painting the land, he could plant coarse grains such as corn buds in the autumn, one to raise the land, and the other to be an income.

When Daddy Song came back, Song Yaoyao and Taozhi had just finished pressing the powder, and were putting it on the mat that had been laid out.

Song Yaoyao thought that it would be too troublesome to press the powder in this way, so he still had to make some simple powder presses, and the process of mixing water would be omitted during mass production in the future.

In the evening, the Song family made multigrain porridge, steamed flower rolls from white flour and cornmeal, pickled radish by Song's mother, and fried a plate of green vegetables in their own vegetable field.

When Taozhi left, Song's mother gave her a basket of steamed buns and asked her to take them back and eat them slowly.

"Mother, do you still have rice noodles at home? If it's not enough, I'll buy some more, and buy some meat by the way. ”

"Yes, don't you spend money like this, I've eaten a lot of meat at home these days, I don't need to buy it anymore, and when I kill the pig in the New Year, I will have meat to eat."

Song Yaoyao was shocked, it's only August, and there is still half a year before the Chinese New Year, don't you eat meat anymore?

Seeing that the others looked like they had no objections as a matter of course, Song Yaoyao wailed in his heart, you can stand me, what fun is there in the life of not being able to eat meat!

The next day was really a sunny day, Taozhi still came early, Song Yaoyao got up late, and before he finished eating, Taozhi saw that no one in the yard picked up a broom and took the initiative to sweep the yard.

Dongmei just came from the backyard, and hurriedly came over and grabbed it: "Sister Taozhi, put it down, how can I let you work." ”

With a smile on her face, Taozhi gently and skillfully stopped Dongmei, and said, "It doesn't take much to sweep the yard, but Sister Song is still eating?" ”

Song Yaoyao had already heard the movement and shouted: "Taozhi, you wait for me, I'll finish eating it immediately." ”

Taozhi hurriedly said: "Don't be in a hurry, Sister Song, you eat slowly." ”

After that, he drew with Dongmei again: "Is my sister thin?" Why is the belly so big? ”

Dongmei held her waist and gasped: "Yes, somehow, this baby feels extremely hard, and it is only seven months like the eldest eight or nine months." ”

Taozhi looked sad and persuaded: "Sister, you have to take care of your body, you have to rest." ”

Dongmei sighed: "How can it, the family is finally in a better situation, and the gentlemen are eager to live in the ground every day, where can I rest." ”

Taozhi also sighed, too, not all the daughters-in-law in the village came over like this, even if they had a big belly, they didn't do less.

The two gossiped for a while, and Song Yaoyao came out, then dispersed and began to work.

Song Yaoyao unveiled the felt cloth on the mat and looked at the color of the powder, the surface of the powder was already half-dry, which was the same as Song Yaoyao expected.

Song Yaoyao seized the time to start making rouge.

In the past few days, Song Yaoyao has sprinkled some water on the petals from time to time, so they are well preserved.

Song Yaoyao and Taozhi each had a mortar, took a stone pestle and began to pound the flower mud, and when they pounded a part, they squeezed the flower juice in the flower mud into the pot.

It took a day to finish all the petals.

Song Yaoyao's tired arms couldn't be lifted, and he couldn't hold chopsticks steadily when he ate at night.

On the second day, it was really hard to even move, and Taozhi was used to doing heavy work, although it also hurt, but it was much better than Song Yaoyao.

The powder had been thoroughly dried, Song Yaoyao and Taozhi carefully checked it, and after there was no problem, they put it away and piled it up in Song Yaoyao's room.

Then it is to boil beeswax, Song Yaoyao bought a lot before, this time it is just enough, add water to heat and melt and then add water to stir, the front is good to say, the last stirring step is still Song Yaoyao and peach branches took turns to make it.

The next step is to spend half a day to collect the flower juice.

Then the next day, the pearl powder and cornstarch were sifted in, additives were added, and the flower juice was stirred well, and the first batch of pink shades was made.

The two put the rouge in a porcelain box and let it sit overnight.

The next day, Song Yaoyao boiled rouge oil all morning, and waited until the color of the sample was consistent with the color of the last leach, and then continued to work.

The toning was boxed, and the rest of the rouge was finished in one day.

It took eight days, and Song Yaoyao didn't dare to delay any longer, so he packed up his things early the next morning, hired a mule cart from Uncle Song Gen's family in the village and went to the city.

When he arrived at Hong Lim Pavilion, Xiuwen beckoned the man to unload the goods, and began to inspect the goods and count the numbers.

Song Yaoyao was pulled down by Xiuwen in the inner hall, waiting for the guys to inspect the goods, and drinking tea and chatting together.

"It's good that my sister came in, the child is fine."

Song Yaoyao was grateful to her for thinking about it, and hurriedly replied: "It's okay, Yunsheng's kid is really skinny, I was worried that he would be scared, but I went to the field to catch loaches the next day after I went back." ”

Xiuwen was relieved.

Song Yaoyao saw that her eyes were blue, and her face was even more tired than when she first met, thinking that she was pressing something in her heart, and asked, "Sister Xiuwen, you haven't slept well recently, do you need my help with anything?" ”

Speaking of this, although Xiuwen was tired, his eyes were much brighter, and he lowered his voice and said: "I won't hide it from you, the young owner came to Huai'an Mansion to inspect the business, and he will be in Song'an County in a few days." ”

"Sister Xiuwen is afraid that the young owner will not be satisfied?"

Xiuwen's eyes showed gratitude: "Then thank my sister for relieving my worries." ”

Song Yaoyao was puzzled: "What does Sister Xiuwen mean by this?" ”

Xiuwen said: "You don't know, there are many shops selling fat powder in Song'an County, there are three in this West Market alone, my Fanglin Pavilion is not the largest, the trade name is not the oldest, the business has been mediocre, and the income is only just enough to take care of the expenses." ”

Song Yaoyao really didn't know this, when she first came, she only thought that the business in the store was not bad, but now that she thinks about it, although the customers are well-dressed, they are not luxurious, and it seems that the richest person is that Young Master Xu, and the business has not been done.

Xiuwen continued: "The big shopkeeper of Fucheng revealed that the owner wanted to withdraw my store and change to other businesses, but I was anxious for a long time but there was no way. Now with my sister's help, just Tianxianglou is worth half a month's income than the order, this time the young owner came down to inspect, saw this performance, I think I will reconsider. ”

Speaking of this, the gloomy color on his face was swept away, and he was quite a little angry.

Song Yaoyao didn't think that she would help Xiuwen by mistake, and it is no wonder that when she came to sell her things in vain, she didn't kick herself out, thinking that she was desperate, and a dead horse became a live horse doctor.