Come to think of it, when I first came, the silver was spent like flowing water. The field has not produced anything for a while, it is a green onion in Fucheng, and a vegetable leaf has to be bought with money, and there is no money to make a living at home, so it is not a matter to sit and eat empty.

Several old men of the Song family discussed in private and went out to find a job to do. Like them, who want to learn but not learn, and who want connections but have no connections, what else can they do except work as coolies?

Who knows, Niang and Xiaofuya kept quiet, made a spicy shop, and within a few days, it became very popular. Every day, the whole family went into battle, wore the skewers in the middle of the night, and disappeared in less than half an afternoon. Those who come out at night to make tooth sacrifices can only smell the tempting fragrance in the pot and return with a sigh. What's even more exaggerated is that even the bottom of the red soup pot is asked by regular customers, saying that it is a steamed bun to eat!

Every night, Mrs. Wu would hold a heavy money box, count the copper plates one by one in the envious eyes of the children and grandchildren, and then twenty or twenty strings into a string, and the next day get the money village to exchange for silver or silver tickets.

Don't look at those strings, as long as a bunch is a penny or two, it can't sell a lot, and at least a dozen taels of silver will come in a day. This is still a situation where skewers are in short supply, if there is enough manpower and ingredients, open the evening market and earn more!

Mrs. Wu said that the store is Fuya's, and the ideas are also Fuya's, and half of the money earned has to be given to Fuya! And those who help in the store and at home will have 500 yuan of hard-earned money every month, and they don't have to pay it to the public middle school!

If anyone asks for Fuya's opinion, the help in the store will be withdrawn, and the people who wear strings at home will also pay someone to do it, and half of the income in the shop will be gone. This shop is owned by Fu Ya alone!

The Song family, mainly Zhang Chunmei, has long stopped thinking about digging benefits from Fuya's hands - mainly because they can't dig if they want to. She also understood, and followed Fuya to have meat to eat. Even half of the income in the shop is a few taels a day, which is more than 100 taels a month, a year...... Oh, my God! Such a small shop has an income of more than 1,000 taels a year. No wonder there are so many people doing business on the street, it makes money!

In a few years, on the day of the division of the family, each room could get a lot of silver, which was a number that I never dreamed of before! In exchange for the field or something, the wealth of the Song family will only increase. Zhang Chunmei's heart is like a mirror, these are the blessings brought by Fuya.

Without the house that the little boy gave to Fuya, their family didn't even have the qualifications to enter the city, and they didn't know where they would be placed in the end. Without the more than 1,000 taels of silver that Fuya earned back, how could there be more than 100 acres of fertile land on the outskirts of the city. There is no shop rewarded by King Chen, Fuya's ghost idea, how can there be a steady stream of money? The name Fuya is not wrong, she is the little Fuxing of the Song family!

Now Zhang Chunmei is only thinking about how to talk to Xiao Fuxing, where do you dare to mention her opinion? For the 500 yuan of silver every month, she is not lazy, and she doesn't know how hard she works every day! In this way, no one is born lazy, but the temptation given is not enough!

Besides, a few Xiucai, seeing Song Qingmo go to catch the carriage, until he had something to do, they didn't force him to go to eat Malatang together.

Song Qingmo led the horse and walked two steps, and when he turned his eyes, he saw that the students were standing still, and asked strangely, "Didn't you say that you were going to eat Malatang?" Let's go! ”

"Brother Song, what are you...... Where are you going to send it? When you're done delivering the goods, we'll go together again, we'll wait for you! "Zhu Yuankun is very understanding and authentic.

Song Qingmo smiled mysteriously and said, "Don't wait, stop by and go over together, right?" ”

A few students followed the carriage leisurely, whispering a few words from time to time. Suddenly, an unpleasant voice came: "Yo! Isn't this Brother Hu! What is this going for? It's not like you're running out of money, so you have to work hard to earn living expenses...... Tsk, what an insult! ”

Zhu Yuankun's face turned pale, he fanned his nose with his hand, and said with disgust: "Huh? What does it smell like? The smell is incomparable, isn't it the process of pulling the night incense? ”

"Who do you say has a bad mouth? Am I wrong? A dignified talent, do some low-level work, and lose the face of our readers! The man's face turned red with rage.

He did suffer from bad breath, and he rinsed his mouth with peppermint water several times a day before it was slightly relieved. If he forgets it once a day, everyone who is with him will be a few steps away from him, and their eyes will look disgusted. Zhu Yuankun poked him in the sore spot, no wonder this guy was like someone had stepped on his tail, and the hair all over his body exploded.

Zhu Yuankun pursed his lips, shook his head and said, "Don't!" You can't represent the world's readers! We readers are not as bitter as you! ”

Scholars: .......

If you want to be bitter and mean, of course you won't let it, brother!

Zhu Yuankun said again: "Make money with your own ability, what's wrong?" If you don't steal or rob, it's much more noble than reaching out to your father and mother for money when you're old! ”

A group of students who rely on the supply of their families to continue their studies: ...... Inexplicably lying gun.

The scholar surnamed Hu said lightly: "Ma Wenqi, you don't deal with me, don't overturn a boatload of people with one shot." Brother Zhu is right, we have hands and feet, but we still suck the blood and sweat of our parents and brothers, isn't it even more insulting? Ma Wenqi, where is your sister now, is she doing well? ”

Ma Wenqi did not dare to answer. His family was originally a small rich family, and if it was just for him to study, he could also support it. The key is that after he entered the school in the county, he became a follower of several rich children, eating flowers and wine, listening to music, participating in some unnecessary literary meetings, and traveling with others to study, not to mention the corruption of his family, and his own knowledge was not saved.

Ma Wenqi has been admitted to Xiucai for seven or eight years, and this is the third time in the township test. In order to make up for him, his youngest sister was sold to a rich man in the town who was old enough to be her father as a concubine. The housewife is not a good stubble, and the concubines in the family have been carried out horizontally! He is, worthy of the name, lying on his family and sucking blood!

Fearing that his family's "bad things" would let Fucheng's new "friends" know, Ma Wenqi didn't dare to stay any longer and ran away in disgrace.

Zhu Yuankun was worried that Song Qingmo would think too much, so he put his arm on his shoulder and comforted: "Don't pay attention to those things that don't know what to say!" It's a pity that my family is not in Fucheng, otherwise I would have helped my family do what I could. We are not a rich family, and it is not easy for our family to provide for us for so many years! ”

The scholar surnamed Hu said apologetically: "Brother Song, Ma Wenqi and I have never dealt with each other, he is looking for fault!" I'm really sorry that you have suffered an unjustified disaster! ”