Ye Shi raised his head, "You kid, what do you have in mind?" ”

"Good idea, read and write, what do you think?" Song Qingmo walked in.

"Second aunt now, I can read a lot of words, read books by myself, write a letter, absolutely no problem!"

"Mother, you are also the third lady of the Song family, it doesn't hurt to learn more!" Song Qingmo said with a smile.

Ye Shi glanced at it, "You kid, now you're still here to teach your mother a lesson!" ”

"Learn! Learn! Isn't it possible to learn from your mother! ”

At the beginning, when the old man asked the Song family to be literate, she also studied for a while.

Simple words, it's okay to write down, and I know the commonly used words, but I can't do this when I read and write letters.

"When you catch up with Ming'er, you and your sister will teach your mother." Yip's Road.

"It's done!"

"When the time comes, I will be a little gentleman!" Song Qingmo said happily.

…………

The weather is getting warmer, and the vegetable garden that was sent to the family has also been planted

Zhou led people to plough the ground, dig pits, plant seedlings, cultivate soil, and water.

"Over there, plant two ridges of mushrooms for the children at home."

"This piece, this piece of eggplant."

"These ridges, plant beans."

"Here, grow peppers."

Zhou drew the scope and instructed them one by one.

"Milk, let's grow a few cucumbers this year!"

"We didn't have enough cucumbers to eat last year!" Song Qingyuan said.

In the summer, pick a cucumber in the garden, wash it, and eat it very cool!

"Okay, then I'll plant a few cucumbers this year." Zhou should be down.

I followed my family and planted a vegetable garden for a while.

Song Qingyuan pulled Erlang out and retreated, the vermicelli workshop, which needed sweet potatoes and potatoes.

Now that they are about to farm, they should also put the matter of supply on the agenda.

Relying on the land at home alone, the sweet potatoes and potatoes grown are definitely not enough for the workshop.

After the two discussed, they entered the study and wrote out the agreed farming agreement.

Song Qingrong, Song Qingmo, and Qian Wanru also rushed over to help, and with the joint efforts of the five people, dozens of agreements were written.

The agreement stipulates that the farmer must sell sweet potatoes and potatoes to the Song family during the autumn harvest.

The Song family recycled it at a price of one penny and two catties, and the potato seedlings and sweet potato vines should be owned by the Song family free of charge.

Stipulating this is also for the sake of the interests of the three rooms, with these potato seedlings, sweet potato vines, and the feed for chickens, ducks, and pigs in the three rooms, a lot can be saved.

In disguise, it saves them a sum of money.

"Yuan'er, let's go door-to-door and ask them to see who is willing to plant potatoes and sweet potatoes this year." Song Qingmo picked up the written agreement and said.

"Don't bother!" Song Qingyuan turned around and looked at Erlang.

"Brother, you go to Grandpa Lizheng's eldest son and ask him to inform the village, if you are willing, come to our Song family and sign an agreement."

Jiro nodded.

As soon as the front foot went out, Qian Wanru interjected, "Yuan'er, that vermicelli workshop, how large do you want to get it?" ”

"If it's a small fight, the land in the village will be enough."

"If you want to sell it outside, I'm afraid it's not enough for us to grow it in our village!"

"And the people in the village can't all grow sweet potatoes and potatoes, especially those who have good land!"

"I've thought about this." Song Qingyuan smiled slightly.

"The vermicelli workshop must be done in a big way, otherwise, it would be a waste to build the workshop so big in the first place!"

"As for sweet potatoes, the problem with potatoes ......"

"If we don't have enough in our village, we will collect it in the surrounding villages."

"Mengjiagou, Sanlitun, Xiaxi Village, people who want to grow sweet potatoes and potatoes, but are worried that they can't sell them, can come to my Song family to sign an agreement."

"As long as they grow it, my Song family will recycle it, and the price is the same as that of the people in the village, two catties per penny."

In the future, the scale of the vermicelli workshop will increase, and it may even have to be collected throughout the county. Song Qingyuan thought secretly.

Starch and vermicelli are a long-term deal, if they can really open the market.

Her interests will be safeguarded.

At that time, not to mention Qingshi Town, even the entire Yulin County, I am afraid that we will have to plant sweet potatoes and potatoes.

As he spoke, a light rain fell in the sky.

The people who planted the vegetable garden hurriedly ran back to the house.

Even Erlang, who was going to Li Zheng's house, turned back.

In order to prevent the rain from drenching on the desk, Song Qingmo hurriedly closed the window, leaving only a thin slit.

My hand stretched out along the gap and felt the temperature of the rain.

Since Qingming this year, there have been several light rains, and if it goes on like this, the dealer will definitely be able to grow well.

Song Qingyuan also looked out the window and leaned on the other side of the gap.

sighed, "The grain harvest is abundant, and the life of the common people can go on!" ”

Every family has surplus food, and the people live and work in peace and contentment, so it is the scene of prosperity!

Food was a big problem in ancient times, and the small population in ancient times was largely due to insufficient grain production.

The people are starving, and even survival has become a big problem, so how can they take wives and children, and continue to have children and grandchildren.

It's a pity that she is just an ordinary college student in modern times!

The strength is weak, even if you want to do something for the people, you are also powerless!

"Yuan'er, what's wrong with you?" Song Qingmo's hand shook in front of Song Qingyuan's eyes, interrupting Song Qingyuan's thoughts.

"Look at what! Look dumbfounded! ”

"It's fine!" Song Qingyuan shook his head.

"I just think that if the rain is good, our land can grow well!"

"Especially, it is these winter wheat growers, with these rains, the growth of wheat can be better!"

"Maybe, the credit of our family can be greater!"

"Really?" Song Qingmo showed a look of surprise.

"Lie to you!" Song Qingyuan knocked on her head.

"Ha, you dare to lie to me!" The two frolicked.

The rain falls fast and stops fast.

The air after the rain is exceptionally fresh.

Erlang went to Song Lizheng's house to prepare for the order of potatoes and sweet potatoes.

Song Qingrong also went back to the third room, her food shop was about to open, and she had to prepare everything.

............

Yulin County.

Picking a good day, Song Kee Snack Bar officially opened.

After a crackling burst of firecrackers.

Song Qingrong took her buddies and pushed out buckets of preserved eggs and lean porridge.

"Song Ji Snack Shop opened today to thank Yulin County, the old folks for their support."

"On this occasion, Song Kee Snack Shop has launched a special promotion."

"All the first 100 guests who enter the store can get a piece of preserved egg and lean porridge."

Song Qingrong took out a piece of paper and read it softly.

These words are obvious, they are the speech prepared by Song Qingyuan for her.

Even the idea of lean porridge with belt was all from Song Qingyuan.

It's just a preserved egg, not from Song Qingyuan's hand.

It was Wu Yao who saw it in an ancient book, and when he was looking for Song Qingmo and two people to study, he was discovered by Song Qingyuan and recognized it.

The modern method of preserved eggs, Song Qingyuan does not know.

But they made it according to the practices in ancient books, and it is not much different from modern times.

As a result, there is today's preserved egg and lean porridge.