"Dad, you better stop hunting and make molds at home." The mold made by my father is very good, and Song Ying plans to sell it in the shop.

"Make molds? I can make more than a dozen a day, and a mold will not be used for a lifetime, and I will do it every day, who will I sell it to? "Song Wang doesn't want to stay at home every day to make molds.

Selling molds is a matter of luck, and if you can sell a few, if you can't, you can only stare dryly, so Song Wang knew that Song Ying didn't let him hunt because he felt it was too dangerous.

"Dad, you just listen to me, make molds first, and then hunt if you can't." Song Ying took Song Wang's arm and begged him, and Song Wang agreed.

The next day, Song Hao and two other people went to the town in a donkey cart with Song Ying, and even Wang Caihua followed.

"What are you going to do here?" Liu Bafeng stretched his neck, wishing to reach out to the donkey cart that was far away, and listen clearly.

"Blind toss, look, she will be a frosted eggplant in a few days." Li Mian said in a weird way.

She's having a hard time now. Originally, she was lazy, her man was like her, he was not a diligent person, and her family planted the land to find corn in the grass.

In the past, she could still pull something from Li Zaohua's house, but now because of Song Ying, Li Zaohua ignored her, Song Xinghuang died again, she didn't get a penny, and Li Mian lived like drinking the northwest wind.

"I really can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour." Everyone else is far away from Li Mian.

It's really Li Mian who sings about Song Ying every day, but Song Ying is getting better and better day by day.

When he came to the shop, Song Ying took out the drawings of the cabinet he had drawn, and told Song Hao carefully what the cabinet was made of, and Song Hao said that he could do it.

"Uncle, is there anything that can surround it and keep Ash from entering?" In the shop, Song Ying didn't want to follow the market and put the flowers and dumplings into the basket and cover them with cloth, she wanted people to come in the shop and see the flowers.

"The veil, but it's easy to break." Song Hao saw someone nailing a veil to the cabinet.

"Uncle, then you do it first, I'll go out for a walk." Song Ying wanted to go out and find a yarn, and if it was suitable for use on the cabinet, he would buy some.

Song Wang stopped her, "Ah Ming, take your mother, your mother hasn't been to the town for a long time." ”

Except for the first year they got married, Song Wang borrowed a donkey cart and brought Wang Caihua to the town, and Wang Caihua has been in the village.

Song Ying pulled Wang Caihua out of the door and walked slowly, "Mother, say what you want to buy, and I'll buy it for you." ”

"I don't buy anything, just look at it."

Song Ying had just rented a shop and hired someone to make a cabinet, which must have cost a lot of silver, and Wang Caihua was reluctant to spend her daughter's money again.

Song Ying didn't persuade her mother, anyway, when she saw a suitable one, she bought it for her mother.

Compared with Wang Caihua and Song Wanglai, the town has changed too much, she can't find any familiar places, looking at this strange, looking at that one she hasn't seen, Wang Caihua's two eyes are not enough.

"Wait, wait." Wang Caihua suddenly stopped Song Ying, she was standing in front of a stall and couldn't move.

The stall owner is an old man, very old, with a gray beard and hair, selling wooden combs and hairpins, and other gadgets made of wood, the business is not good, and there is only Wang Caihua alone in front of the stall.

Song Ying walked over, "Mother, buy whichever you like." ”

Wang Caihua pointed to a comb, so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary, but she looked at it without blinking, and she couldn't take her eyes off, "How much is this?" ”

The old man glanced at it and said.

Song Ying paid for it for his mother, and picked up a wooden hairpin and inserted it in Wang Caihua's hair, "Mother, you look so good to wear, how much is this?" ”

"Twenty Wen." The old man replied with another glance.

Twenty Wen, Wang Caihua felt that it was too expensive, so she hurriedly took it down, "Ah Ying, my mother doesn't need a wooden hairpin, I'm so old, I don't wear it." ”

"I bought it." Song Ying gave twenty wen, inserted the wooden hairpin back into his mother's hair, and pulled his mother away.

Wang Caihua kept going back, returning the wooden hairpin to the stall owner, and asking for twenty wen back.

Song Ying dragged her to a stall selling wontons and sat down, and asked for a bowl of wontons for herself and her mother, "Mother, people's wooden hairpins are no problem, and they won't give them back." Eat ravioli. ”

"I'm not hungry." Wang Caihua can be regarded as seeing how Song Ying spends money, it is like spending money, she doesn't stop Song Ying from giving her her own flowers, but she can't spend it on her Wang Caihua.

"Mother, if you don't eat it, I can't eat it alone, so I can only give it to eat." Song Ying pointed to a black dog next to him, and made a gesture to call the stall owner to pour the wontons to it.

Such a good wonton, take it to feed the dog, Wang Caihua twisted Song Ying and lowered his head to eat the wonton.

After eating the wontons, the mother and daughter came to the door of a cloth shop again, but Wang Caihua didn't go in, so Song Ying went in by himself.

Song Ying went in by herself, Wang Caihua patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief, she didn't accompany Song Ying, she was afraid that Song Ying would buy her clothes again, she couldn't get used to wearing clothes here.

Song Ying bought the yarn, and when she came out, Wang Caihua asked, "Ah Ying, what are you buying this for, the linen cloth at home is better than this." ”

This thing is expensive, but it is not as good as linen cloth if it is not used.

"Mother, this is not to make drawer cloth, you will understand when the time comes." Song Ying wants to use this veil as glass.

The two of them returned to the shop, Song Wang was eating wontons, Song Ying looked at his mother and was puzzled, so he explained: "Mother, I called the stall owner to ask him to send wontons to my father." ”

Wang Caihua regretted this, she knew that she wouldn't eat that bowl of wontons, and she could save money for a bowl of wontons.

Song Ying also guessed what her mother was thinking, "Mother, you raised me so big, if you are reluctant to eat the wontons I bought, then what are you raising me for?" Mother, where should the money be spent, I have my own number, and I didn't spend it blindly. Don't worry, I don't lack money if I rent this shop. ”

It only cost ten taels to rent this shop, and although the silver in Song Ying's hand was not rich, it was not to the point of being stretched.

"Really?" Wang Caihua was afraid that Song Ying would report good news and not complain.

As the old saying goes, the son wants to raise but does not wait, Song Ying doesn't want to experience such a regret again, she wants to be filial to her father and mother in this life, Song Ying took Wang Caihua to see the yard behind the shop.

There are two houses in the yard, sitting north and facing south, there are three walnut trees, and there are wells, and it is not a problem to live in them, Wang Caihua is very satisfied.

"Mother, why did you buy that wooden comb?" Song Ying knew that her mother had made up her mind not to spend her money.

Wang Caihua's face turned red, and she dragged the corners of her clothes and became twisted.

Mother is like this, there must be a story here, Song Ying pulled her mother to sit down, "Mother, just tell me, is it related to my father?" ”