"Ah Ma, I have something to tell you, can I pay a month's salary first?" Saying this, the pumpkin lady herself panicked, and she couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Song Ying's shop business is so bad, she shouldn't have asked Song Ying for an extra month's salary at this time, but she really can't help it.

"Auntie, yes." Song Ying happily gave Pumpkin Niang a month's salary, eight wen a day, plus two wen for cooking, and thirty days is exactly three hundred wen.

"Ah Ying, I just want 200 yuan, business is not good, I can't ask for 10 yuan a day." The pumpkin lady is short of money, but she won't see the money.

"Auntie, you can take it." Song Ying couldn't help but say that she put 300 Wen into the hands of the pumpkin girl, how could she not see the embarrassment of the pumpkin girl?

The pumpkin lady opened her mouth at this time, asking for next month's salary, and she must have encountered difficulties at home.

"Amaki...... I will definitely do a good job in the future. Pumpkin Lady didn't know what to say, she could express her feelings, and the only thing she could do was to work hard in the shop.

"Auntie, I have a favor for you right now."

"What's the matter, you can say it." Pumpkin Niang's current strength is to go to the soup for Song Ying, and she will not give up.

"Auntie, I heard you can sing?"

"yes, what, you want me to sing?"

"Yes, auntie, you'll be singing at the door in a few days."

It has been almost half a month since Luojia Shixiangzhai opened, and there are fewer carriages on the street, but the business of Luoxiangwan's shop is still as good, and many people still go to Luojia to eat Xiangzhai for those girls.

Song Ying didn't want to find a beautiful girl, she wanted the pumpkin girl to sing a play to attract everyone to buy her flowers, and she also made a new one.

The new flower dumplings are not a new species, they are different colors, Song Ying and his father and mother mashed the vegetables into a puree, squeezed out the juice inside to make noodles, and made various colors of flower dumplings.

Singing, Pumpkin Niang can sing, but she hasn't sung for many years, and only occasionally hums two voices at home alone, and she used to sing operas, just at the village mountain fair, she played a small role that was not even a supporting role, and there were only two sentences in total, asking her to sing in the town, she was afraid that she would sing badly.

"Ah Ying, why don't I go back to my mother's house and find you the troupe in our village? They sing better than I do. Pumpkin Lady said.

"Auntie, just you will sing, there are not a few words in total, and we will sing together when the time comes." Song Ying thought about it, so he sang the part of "Husband and wife return home" in "Tianxian Pei".

"Ah Ma, I'm afraid I'll smash the song." The pumpkin lady is afraid that she will have stage fright and will not sing well, so it won't affect the business of the company even more!

"Auntie, you have to sing it, you see the Luo family next door eating fragrant food, and her family also hires those girls to solicit guests at the door every day. Ask others to sing, no matter how good you sing, it has nothing to do with our Ah Hua gluttony, people might as well spend money to go directly to the play. ”

Song Ying tried her best to let the pumpkin girl sing with her.

The pumpkin lady still played the drum in her heart, but when Song Ying talked about this, she could only grit her teeth and agree, "Ah Ying, then what are we singing?" ”

"Auntie, I've written it all." That paragraph, Song Ying memorized it very well, and it was written with a brush.

"You wrote it, Ah Ma, can you write?" The pumpkin girl is louder than just now, the literate person in the village is alone, and a female doll in Song Ying is also literate?

Eh, no, it's impossible for Song Ying to be literate, Wang Caihua and Song Wang can't even read a single big character, Song Ying couldn't even go out of the door before, and she couldn't go to school, how could she know how to read.

Song Ying: "...... Auntie, this is what I said, and asked someone else to write it. ”

"Hey, Ah Ma, what are you doing with that matter, you ask someone to write it down, it knows me, I don't know it, it's better to tell me it, I'll just remember it." Pumpkin Niang didn't doubt Song Ying's words at all.

Song Ying is used to writing it down and showing it to others, "Auntie, then I'll sing it first, and then I'll teach you the part you want to sing." ”

Song Ying said that he came to reverse the string, singing Dong Yong's words, and the pumpkin girl sang the words of the seven fairies, but the pumpkin girl disagreed, saying that her voice was rough and she sang the words of men.

"Auntie, this shop is mine, so naturally I have to assign who sings which paragraph." Song Ying took out the majesty of the shopkeeper, she sang Dong Yong's words in her previous life, she was very familiar with it, but in her previous life, her voice was thick and mellow, but when she became Song Ying, her voice was tactful.

"Okay." The pumpkin girl didn't fight with Song Ying anymore, thinking that Song Ying couldn't sing well, and it was not too late to replace her.

Pumpkin Niang don't look illiterate, but she has a good memory, Song Ying said it twice, she not only memorized the words of the Seven Fairies, but even Dong Yong's She also remembered.

"Ah Ma, let's sing tomorrow, shall we?" The pumpkin lady was gearing up, she just asked for so much money, and she wanted to help Song Ying immediately and make the shop's business better.

As the saying goes, a mule is a horse, you have to pull it out and slip it, although Song Ying feels that his idea is accurate, but he also wants to try it quickly, so let's do it tomorrow.

The next day, Wang Caihua returned to the yard from the vegetable garden, and saw a little boy coming out of Song Ying's house, which was like five thunderbolts for her, shouting, for fear of being gossiped, she picked up the broom and blocked it in front of the little boy.

"You...... Who are you, why come out of my daughter's house, and tell me quickly, or I'll tell my man to break your dog's legs." ”

Not to mention, this little boy has red lips and white teeth, and he is worthy of Song Ying...... Phew! No matter how red his lips and white teeth are, he is also a disciple.

"Lord Monkey God, come out quickly!" Wang Caihua shouted into the house, Song Wang may not be able to deal with the disciples, he has to let the monkey god come.

The rice bucket jumped out of the house, jumped on the little boy, and squatted down without moving.

"Lord Monkey God, he is a disciple, you sit on his head, sit him unconscious, he bullies Ah Ma!" Wang Caihua rushed up and wanted to put the rice bucket on the little boy's head, but the little boy's next words made Wang Caihua stupid.

"Mother, I'm Ah Ma." The little boy said.