On the way back, Liu Cuilan thanked Song Wanyue gratefully.

Although the mutton soup can only be sold for a few cents a bowl, it has no capital. As long as the family works harder, as Song Wanyue said, it is no problem to sell it for a few hundred cents a day, and you can earn hundreds of taels of silver in a year.

Song Wanyue sat opposite her, her body swaying with the ox cart, "Second Auntie is still polite to me. You have treated me as your own daughter over the years, so I should help you."

"yes……"

Song Shu shook the bullwhip and said, "Don't be polite to Yue'er. You have watched her grow up since childhood, and you still don't know what her temper is? She can't stand others saying thank you to her the most."

"It's still my second uncle who knows me. My second aunt thanks me so much that I get goose bumps."

"You two are really..."

Liu Cuilan smiled and didn't say anything, but she thought that when she went to set up a stall tomorrow, she would buy some beautiful hairpins for Song Wanyue.

When the ox cart entered the village, Song Shu saw Song Ming standing on the road and looking at his home, thinking that Song Ming had made some trouble again, so he deliberately threw the bull whip and slapped it.

When Song Ming heard the movement, he hurriedly turned around and saw that it was Song Shu, so he ran back to his yard.

"Have he held back some bad ideas?"

Liu Cuilan also saw it and said worriedly.

"He dares!"

Song Shu Gu Yi raised his voice, "If he dares to hold back any bad ideas, let me and my elder brother don't break his legs!"

When the ox cart passed, Song Ming came out of the house and spat fiercely in the direction of the ox cart!

I really thought I was afraid of Song Lin and Song Shu. That was because I didn’t want to argue with them, and I really started fighting. I don’t know who was at a loss!

...

It was getting dark, and people working on the foundation had their jobs and went home.

But Song Ming's wife walked out of the village.

A woman called her, "It's so late, what are you doing?"

Song Ming's wife pursed her lips. She was not very good at dealing with the villagers. "I, I'll go to the fields to see how the crops are growing?"

Everyone looked at her hurried back and shook their heads.

When Song Ming's wife arrived in the field, it was completely dark. She looked around with the hazy moonlight, then squatted down at the ground, picked up a sharp branch next to her and started digging.

She hid the money for picking mint leaves and selling firewood here. Today is exactly the tenth day she chopped firewood, and the day Song Ming was looking forward to checking out. She took out all the money wrapped in oil paper, counted eighty cents, and buried the rest back. Then she patted the soil on her clothes and hurried home.

Song Ming had long been eager to see. He stood on the road today just to see when the Song family would get off work.

Seeing her entering the door, Song Ming hurriedly came forward, "Where is the money?"

Song Ming's wife tightened her hands holding the money and took a step back, "I, I have something to tell you."

Song Mingcai, regardless of whether she had any words or not, walked up and grabbed her hand, grabbed the money, and couldn't wait to count, "One, two...

Song Gua came out of the house when she heard the sound. Seeing that Song Ming’s wife was still standing there like a stick, she was so angry that she was so angry that she said, “You’re not going to cook yet, do you want to starve us to death?”

Song Ming's wife bit her lip tightly. She didn't give her money that day after Song Wanyue gave her money that day, and was encouraging herself. She wanted to take the opportunity to find out the conditions for Song Ming today, but she didn't expect that before she could speak, Song Ming snatched the money. She hated her so much, but she knew that the money had already reached Song Ming's hands, and it was impossible for her to grab it back.

She lowered her head in regret and went to the kitchen.

"I'll count for you."

Song Guashi stretched out her hand and was blocked by Song Ming with her arm. Song Guashi snorted, and when he finished counting, he asked with a slanted eye, "How many?"

"Eighty-word."

Song Gua clasped her lips and naturally stretched out her hand, "That's the only one."

Song Ming did not give him the money and put it all into his sleeves, "This is what this stinky girl earns, not the money for selling food, so I can't give it to you."

Song Gua was stunned, her eyes wide as big as a bull's eyes, "What did you say?"

She has always controlled the money at home, no matter how it comes.

Song Ming held his hands in his arms and felt a little impatient.

When he was counting the money just now, he had already figured out how to spend it, so how could he take out the money?

"I said this is not money for selling food, I can't give it to you."

"You little brat, have you forgotten your mother after marrying a wife? If you don't give it to me, you won't give it to me..."

Song Gua looked around and walked to the place where the firewood was stored with her little feet, picked up a branch as thick as a thumb and walked towards the kitchen, "If you don't give it to me, I'll kill this bitch!"

"Just fight, I don't care..."

Song Ming didn't care and turned around as he spoke.

When I turned halfway, I remembered what Song Lin came over and said, and felt a sudden heart. I walked to Song Gua two times and grabbed the branches in her hand, threw them away, "For you, for you."

Song Gua was only satisfied. Eighty cents were also money. She hadn't seen money for a long time.

Song Ming only counted fifty cents for her, and the rest was stuffed back into his sleeves, "I'll drink the ones that I left behind."

Song Gua was satisfied and held the fifty cents in her hand and did not ask him for it anymore. Because even if she wanted to come, Song Ming would go back to buy wine from her.

"You have to save some money. It's still a few days before she gets money back home."

"I know, I know."

Song Ming responded impatiently and went back to the house to lie down.

One leg was bent and one leg was placed on it, shaking beautifully, thinking about how to spend thirty cents.

There is a small shop in the neighboring village, which sells wine. But I don’t know how much water is mixed in the wine, and even the smell is almost gone, and it is not delicious at all.

It would be better to go to the county and buy something worth more than ten cents, and have a meal for the girl's house.

The next day,

It was just dawn, and Song Ming didn't even have breakfast. He went to the county with thirty cents. He walked and rested along the way. It took him two hours to arrive in the county.

He originally wanted to go to the market to buy something, but it was almost noon and there were not many people selling things at the market. He stretched his neck and looked at it. He saw many people surrounding a stall in front of him. He thought they were selling something, so he hurriedly walked over there. When he was about to arrive, he saw Song Sanxiao.

Song Ming suddenly stopped, then turned around and ran back, running out of the market before he dared to stop and hold the wall to breathe.

Song Sanxiao is a good person who is a dog skin plaster. She can tear off the skin by sticking her body. Song Ming is really scared and doesn't want him to see it.

After a while of slowing down, I came to my rescue and spit on the ground, "It's so unlucky."

Then, he raised his hands and walked towards the front. When he saw the trough cake seller, he spent fifteen cents to buy two boxes and carried it to Song Lian's house. As soon as he entered the yard, he shouted, "Girl, let's see what I have bought for you."
Chapter completed!