"One by one, lazy like dead pigs, what time is it, don't get up to cook yet, let the two old ones drink the northwest wind!"

"Old family, hurry up, I really think I am a young lady from a big family."

As soon as the sky was bright, Song Qingyuan was woken up by a burst of scolding, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and after a while, Song Qingyuan quickly put on his clothes, put on his shoes, and went out.

Zhou was standing in front of the house, pointing at Sun's nose and reprimanding Sun with saliva.

And Sun's face was stiff and laughing, saying good things, and finally coaxed Zhou.

Song Qingyuan walked two steps quickly, picked up the basin and scooped two scoops of water into the tank, the cool and cool water hit his face, and he suddenly felt a lot of energy, and found a homemade toothbrush, brushed it twice, and went back to the house to fold the quilt and comb his hair.

"Dad, Mom, get up." When passing by the outhouse, Song Qingyuan shouted.

"I get up so early every day, and I don't let people ......live," Li Lai Lai said, turned over, and continued to sleep.

"If you don't get up, you won't have anything to eat!" Song Qingyuan put down a sentence and entered the back room.

When Song Qingyuan cleaned up, the Li family also got up, and breakfast was ready.

The Song family's breakfast has always been very simple, with corn batter and corn batter.

After eating, Old Man Song instructed Song Chengli, "While you are not busy in the past two days, you can make more straw mats at home and make some baskets, so that you can sell them in the town and subsidize the family." ”

"Erlang, you are also the eldest and not small, don't slip away, give your third uncle a hand at home." Old Man Song frowned again, and looked at Erlang who was hanging on the side.

"Ah, I know." Jiro replied, absent-mindedly.

Old Man Song didn't bother to say much, so he took Song Chengyi to the county, Old Man Song worked at the post station, and Song Chengyi was sent to the dock by Old Man Song to do odd jobs.

Song Chengzhong, Da Lang, and San Lang also went to town.

After a while, Song Chengli held a bunch of well-tended pampas grass and some relatively trimmed willow strips in the yard, and some tools made of wood next to him, and after placing them, he began to make straw mats.

"Third uncle, how much can this straw mat sell for?" Song Qingyuan leaned over and asked.

Song Chengli raised his head, without affecting the movements of his hands in the slightest, and said, "You can sell seven or eight wen in the town, and if you go to the county, you can get one more." ”

"There are a lot of people in the village who can make straw mats, and everyone goes to the town to sell them, and the town is cheaper." Song Chengli explained.

Song Qingyuan nodded understandingly, in her previous life, the food in the countryside would be cheaper than in the city, and the bigger the city, the higher the price, she understood this.

"How much can you sell for a basket?" Song Qingyuan asked again.

"A big basket is only two pennies, and there are very few people who buy it." Song Chengli replied.

Song Qingyuan thought for a while and discussed, "Third uncle, can you make a few small baskets for me, I will use them to hold things." ”

"If you want to weave a basket to find your father, what are you looking for my father!" Before Song Chengli could agree, a voice with fire came from behind.

I don't know when Song Qingmo came, but I saw that she was standing behind Song Chengli, looking at Song Qingyuan with unkind eyes.

Little hedgehog! Song Qingyuan shook his head and smiled, "My father doesn't know how to make things, and my father doesn't have the skill of the third uncle." ”

"Humph! Sycophants! Song Qingmo snorted coldly.

"Mo'er, you kid, why are you talking!" Song Chengli looked at Song Qingmo disapprovingly.

"Why didn't I speak, I said it wrong, her father is not a good thing, her mother is not good, and she is not bad. You just wait to be sold and help you count the money. After Song Qingmo was bombarded, she ran away angrily.

"Yuan'er, Mo'er...... Blame me for not teaching well, don't worry about her. Song Chengli looked at Song Qingyuan with a flushed face and embarrassment.

"It's okay, third uncle." Song Qingyuan smiled indifferently, "Mo'er is still young, it will be fine in the future." "She wouldn't bother with a child.

Song Chengli pulled the corners of his mouth, Song Qingyuan was only two months older than Song Qingmo, but he was much more sensible than Song Qingmo.

It's not right, before he hit his head, Song Qingyuan was not so sensible, it might as well be Mo'er, it seems that he has broken into the hole, Song Chengli thought secretly.

He said, "I'll weave a basket for you first, how big do you want to be?" ”

"Third uncle, I'm not in a hurry, you can make a straw mat first." Song Qingyuan said.

"It's fine!" Song Chengli shook his head, "The straw mat can't be finished in one go, you have to save some and sell it together." ”

"Oh well. That's what I want. Song Qingyuan picked up a branch and drew a simple basket on the ground.

"The sides of the basket should be turned outward a little, about a palm high, and about a palm and a half wide." Song Qingmo stretched out her hand and gestured.

Song Chengli was surprised that Song Qingyuan wanted such a small basket for something, and it couldn't hold many things, but he still nodded and responded, "Okay!" It's so small and easy to make up, you can finish it in a while. ”

"That's troublesome Uncle San." Song Qingyuan thanked Song Chengli and walked away.

When I returned to the second room, I found two bags sewn from rags, put them in the back basket, and carried the back basket.

Stretched out his hand to grab Shiro, who was running next to him, and said, "Let's go, go digging wild vegetables with my sister." ”

Shiro pouted twice, "I'm not going, I'm still going to play with Dongzi." As soon as the words fell, he "stepped on" a few steps and ran past Song Qingyuan like a gust of wind.

Bear kids!

However, the coming day is long, Song Qingyuan showed a faint smile.

When I walked out of the gate, I happened to meet Song Qingrong, and Song Qingmo was also carrying a basket and was about to go out.

"Carrying a basket every day, it seems to be very diligent, and I haven't seen you feed chickens or pigs." Song Qingmo pouted and looked at Song Qingyuan sarcastically.

The work of feeding chickens and pigs at home has always been what she and her sister are doing, and this Song Qingyuan doesn't know what kind of wind to smoke recently, so she carries a basket to the mountains every day, and she doesn't see her take the wild vegetables dug back to feed the chickens and pigs.

Just know the pretend! Song Qingmo secretly spit on it.

Song Qingyuan smiled slightly and did not speak.

Song Qingmo saw that she didn't talk, and she felt bored, so she closed her mouth, and secretly sulked alone.

After walking out of the village for a while, I saw a large field and a mountain after walking along the field.

From a distance, this mountain looks like a straw hat, so it is called Mao'er Mountain by the locals.

Mao'er Mountain is not high, but it is very large. It lives between Songjia Village and Sanlitun, whenever the grass grows and the warbler flies, there are many villagers who come in to dig wild vegetables, pick wild fruits, and pick mushrooms.

In winter, you can still come in to chop wood, which is also considered to be the answer to the sentence, rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, and rely on the water to eat the water.

When Song Qingyuan and the three of them arrived, there were already sporadic figures at the foot of the mountain, jumping in the forest, it seemed that the children of the peasant family got up early, Song Qingyuan said secretly.

"There are fewer wild plants here, we're going over there, do you want to come with us?" Song Qingrong pointed in one direction and asked at Song Qingyuan.

"No, I'll go inside." Song Qingyuan shook his head, and separated from the two sisters, Song Qingrong and Song Qingmo.