"Why not?" Song Ying asked with a sneer.

"You drove my Xinghuang off the donkey cart, but Zhou was honest and dumb, of course he was bribed by you, and if you called him, he wouldn't tell the truth! My Xinghuang is so aggrieved, she was originally good-hearted, and wanted to ask you to go to my son-in-law's wine shop to sell Qiaoguo and let you make more money, but what about you, treat her kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs! Yan Fengying said that her daughter Song Xinghuang was a bodhisattva.

"Auntie, what do you say?" Song Ying asked, Yan Fengying didn't agree with what she said, so she listened to Yan Fengying and said that it was okay.

"Song Ying, don't try to fool the past, no matter why my daughter was kicked off the donkey cart, the key now is that my family is sick with Xinghuang, you have to pay for her to see a doctor!" Yan Fengying took a step closer to Song Ying and said.

"Auntie, how much do you want?" Song Ying wanted to see how big Song Xinghuang and her mother's appetite was.

Yan Fengying had already calculated that Song Ying sold one hundred and fifty Qiaoguo a day, one for two wen, and three hundred wen a day, and thirty days a month, that is nine taels, "ten taels!" ”

"Ah, ten taels, Feng Ying, what kind of disease does your Song Xinghuang have, do you want to kick your legs?" A woman asked, she had never heard of a cure that cost ten taels of silver.

"I see, she wants the money for the coffin." The woman who said this was a woman who gave birth to three daughters, named Xie Linglong, who looked down on Yan Fengying the most.

"You ...... You can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour, I will ask for ten taels of silver anyway, and I can't do anything less, and the divine doctor said that I will get ten taels of silver to cure my apricot yellow. Yan Fengying made up her mind, if she didn't give her ten taels of silver, she wouldn't leave!

"Auntie, there is a miracle doctor who can cure Song Xinghuang, and he doesn't charge a penny, you can bring Song Xinghuang here." Song Ying thought of a way, Yan Fengying didn't want to cure Song Xinghuang, then she would cure her.

"Phew, I don't think you're willing to give silver." Yan Fengying didn't believe that there was a miracle doctor in the world who would treat people without collecting money.

"Auntie, then I'll tell you about it, if it can't cure Song Xinghuang's illness, I'll give you double, twenty taels!" Song Ying said confidently, Wang Caihua dragged her hard, and Song Ying gave her mother a look that was okay.

"What do you mean?" Yan Fengying became excited, anyway, her daughter was not sick, and when the time came, she said that she was not cured, and twenty taels would be in hand.

"Count, then you agree?"

"Agreed." Yan Fengying waited to receive twenty taels of silver.

"Okay, then ask Lord Monkey God to treat Song Xinghuang, you can bring her here, no matter how good the divine doctor in this world is, he is not as powerful as Lord Monkey God."

"Ah Ma is right, my pumpkin was burned that time and said nonsense, and it was cured by the monkey god." Pumpkin's mother said.

"Yes, my dog leftovers were also cured by Lord Monkey God!"

"And my mother-in-law."

Yan Fengying lowered her head, slowly retreated out of the door, and then turned around and ran, she didn't dare to let Lord Monkey God treat Song Xinghuang, because she didn't dare to deceive Lord Monkey God if she borrowed a hundred guts.

"Yan Fengying, what are you running, do you need Lord Monkey God to treat your daughter, you have to say something." A woman grabbed Yan Fengying's sleeve.

"No...... No need. Yan Fengying pulled back her sleeves and wanted to run again.

"Feng Ying, your apricot is dying, Lord Monkey God can treat her, and you say no, shouldn't you really come to extort money?"

"I think it's just money, I think the king of people is easy to bully, but she didn't expect Ah Ying to be a bully!"

Yan Fengying didn't say a word, and ran away in a gloomy manner.

Wang Caihua blamed herself very much, bowed her head and walked silently into the house, Song Ying came over and took her hand, she looked up at Song Ying, her eyes were red, "Ah Ying, my mother is useless, I can't do anything." ”

It should be that she shielded Song Ying from the wind and rain and didn't let people bully Song Ying, but now it's completely the other way around, and she didn't help Song Ying with anything.

Song Ying pouted, very unhappy, "Mother, I don't allow you to say that about yourself, with me, I can solve it." ”

"Alas!" Wang Caihua still thinks that she is too useless.

"Mother, let me tell you something happy, you see this is the money you made for the sugar fire." Song Ying put 30 yuan in her mother's hand, she took a total of 20 sugar fires, sold 12, gave 6 people, and sold 2 Wen, it should be 24 Wen, in order to make her mother happy, Song Ying took out 30 Wen.

This is the first time Wang Caihua has earned money, and she looks at it one by one in her hand, but it is rare, but after it is rare, she is not confident again, "Ah Ying, this is really the money from the sugar fire, you shouldn't be making me happy, right?" ”

Everyone can make sugar fire, but she doesn't make it very well, will anyone really buy it?

Song Ying returned to the donkey cart and took out the remaining two sugar fires from the basket, "Mother, in addition to the remaining two sugar fires, you have to find another sugar fire, I have your surname, or do you think I will throw the sugar fire on the way?" ”

If Song Ying threw the sugar fire, Wang Caihua could break Song Ying's legs, she really searched the donkey cart, but she didn't find the sugar fire, so she believed that it was really sold, and her hands trembled excitedly, and she grabbed Song Ying's hand tightly: "Ah Ying, my mother can make more sugar fire and sell it, right?" ”

Making sugar fire is not the same as making Qiaoguo, the sugar fire is completely made by Wang Caihua herself, and she is naturally more excited when it sells well.

It is better to make sugar fire and sell it than to make money by selling it, there are many white noodles used in sugar fire, and you have to add stuffing to it, one is also sold for two yuan, and there is no profit, but if this can cheer up the mother, of course Song Ying is willing.

"Mother, of course you can do more, there are several people who say that they will buy it tomorrow, you can make twenty-five." Song Ying said.

The next day, Song Ying brought 200 Qiaoguo and 30 sugar to the town.

Yesterday, during the day, Wang Caihua made twenty sugar fires, originally thinking that she could sell them, and if she couldn't sell them, she would eat them herself, knowing that the sugar fires were easy to sell, she made ten more after eating excitedly.

With so much sugar burning, Song Ying thought that he had to sell potatoes again, and he had to send a few to Guan Ye, but the sugar fire sold very well today.

"Girl, your sugar fire is so delicious, it's even better than those old shops. Sure enough, you made a good skill, and even the sugar fire made flowers! "Yesterday, the man who had two white sugar fires is here again, this time to buy sugar fires.

Song Ying: "......"

It's this person who said that the sugar fire in the world is the same, and she only sells two pennies and one piece!