Girlfriend's Fortune

Chapter 70 No.70: Planning

"From Songshan Village?"

After closing the backyard of Zhang's rice shop, shopkeeper Li was stunned for a moment.

Er Manzi, who came in through the back door to report the situation, said: "That's right, it's from Songshan Village. Our brothers followed all the way, but we didn't find a good chance to make a move. Shopkeeper Li, look, what's going on here? Let me tell you a treat, my brothers really know what they are doing!"

Shopkeeper Li didn't know what he was thinking, his eyes changed several times, and finally waved his hand, "Forget it, forget it, forget it."

When the second man heard this, he was not happy, "The brothers, this is not a waste of work, is it?"

Shopkeeper Li has always been familiar with this appearance, how could he not know?
Immediately, he fumbled from his sleeve pocket, took out a piece of broken silver and threw it over, "Okay, let's go get a drink!"

Er Manzi grabbed the broken silver with both hands, and then grinned, "All right, shopkeeper Li, if you say forget it, let's forget it, don't we listen to you? Next time, shopkeeper Li, remember Find my younger brother!"

After all, Er Manzi went out the back door in a foolish way, and disappeared.

Shopkeeper Li went to close the door himself, turned around, looked at the trees in the yard, and sighed slightly.

It's a villager from Songshan Village.

Even though it's been so many years, he still remembers it.

His grandfather once told him that many people died in the famine that year, and his grandmother was able to survive the wild vegetable buns given by a villager in Songshan Village until the relief came.

Otherwise, there would be no father behind, let alone him.

Although I don't know who it is from Songshan Village, there are only about [-] households in Songshan Village.

Since she is from Songshan Village, that's all, let's let the little girl go this time.

He shook his head before raising his feet to move forward.

……

This trip to the town has yielded a lot, but he forgot the agreed-upon tearing of fabrics, so Song Qiu planned to take advantage of the next time to sell mushrooms, even at the Ping'an Fair.

At night, the grandparents and grandchildren were whispering, and Song Qiucai talked about the sale of zongzi recipes for 100 taels. After hearing this, Mrs. Yuan didn't recover for a long time.

100 taels?

How much silver is that?

Old Yuan Shi has never seen 100 taels in his life, holding a flimsy piece of paper at this moment, he still can't believe it.

"Aqiu, is this really 100 taels? Don't be fooled."

Song Qiu couldn't help laughing, "How can I! He is a well-known wealthy businessman in Panshi Town, and he is also the son-in-law of the landlord Cheng. Why did you lie to me, a little girl?"

As soon as he heard that he was the son-in-law of Landlord Cheng, all doubts in the old Yuan's heart immediately faded away, and he dared not lift his hand holding the bank note.

"Aqiu, you said that 100 taels of silver should be a lot, but it's just a piece of paper, it's unbelievable just looking at it."

Song Qiudao: "If you really want to replace them all with copper plates, how much will it cost? I'll calculate it for you. If you pay a hundred yuan for a sling, you'll get a thousand slings. How much is a thousand slings? That's the milk. You can’t even count them! You have to use a cloth bag to pack them, how heavy is that, and how inconvenient is it?”

"So, here comes the advantage of the bank notes. People carry bank notes, no matter how many they bring, it's just a few pieces of light paper. It's easy to put them next to your body and doesn't take much effort, right?"

"I thought we don't need the money right now, so I just accepted the bank note, which is more convenient. Otherwise, if we really come back with a bag of money hanging around, our family can't be sure!"

"You're right, if a cloth bag of copper coins is dragged back, our family will have to attract thieves, and it's convenient, you can just find a place to hide it, but you have to pull it hard, don't tear it apart, It's really important to keep it properly." Old Yuan muttered a few words, but he didn't dare to hold the banknote in his hand again.

Hand it back to Song Qiu, "This is the money you earned, you keep it yourself, and put it in the bottom of the box when you go out in the future, and you will have confidence when you get to your in-law's house, just in case."

Song Qiu thought about his own plan, and didn't show politeness to her. He took the banknote and put it away. When he returned to his room, he took advantage of the moonlight outside the window to scan around the simple decorations in the room, and finally put it away. The banknotes were tightly rolled up, wrapped in oiled paper, and hidden in the crevices of the bed boards.

The oil paper was the same color as the bed board, and it was stuck in the gap, covered with straw mats, and covered with bamboo mats. Unless you searched from bottom to top, it would not be easy to find.

Although their Songshan Village is small, it is on the edge of the official road. It seems that none of them have been robbed in these years.

Therefore, Song Qiu was relieved.

I took off my coat and skirt and lay on the bed. I was a little tired, but I still couldn't fall asleep for a while. There were no days when I fell asleep with a certain tone. Thinking about it, it was really boring.

However, thinking about it before going to bed is also a good hypnotic.

Song Qiu was thinking about the next plan in his mind, and sure enough, he soon had an even breathing sound and fell into a sweet dream.

The next day, it was sunny again and the weather was excellent.

The coolness of the morning was very comfortable. Song Qiu and Zhang Lihua carried their backpacks and walked through the mist in the mountains, looking for the dew-wrapped mushrooms in the forest.

The sun poked out half of its face shyly on the mountainside in the east, and sprinkled a bright red color on the earth.

In the red-glowing forest, the red-glowing people are bent over and busy.

The shy sun seems to feel the love of the earth for it, so he doesn't hesitate to return his heat, as if he wants to contribute all his enthusiasm.

Song Qiu wiped the sweat from his forehead, and felt that the back of his skirt was a little wet, it was too hot.

Seeing that the basket of mushrooms was almost full, I looked around and shouted, "Ewha! Go home!"

"Okay!" A reply came from the woods not far away.

Soon, the two met in one place, carrying their respective backpacks, talking and laughing as they went down the mountain.

After going down the mountain, the sun has already risen to the sky, which is the time when it starts to get hot.

Song Qiu took a bowl of water and drank it all at once, and sat down on the eaves to rest his feet, twirling the few pine needles that were still stuck on the hem of his skirt.

After resting enough, I went into the stove room, and saw that the pot of porridge was almost cooked, so I picked a small pumpkin and a handful of peppers, and shredded them.

Take the porridge out of the pot and put it in a clay pot to cool. Wash the pot and put a little oil, add ginger and garlic, add shredded chili and stir-fry to change the color, then pour in the shredded pumpkin mixed with salt and stir-fry, and pour a little soy sauce.

A piece of lean meat picked up from a treat the day before yesterday was wrapped in salt and stored. I was afraid that Song Qiu would stir-fry it and soak it in oil soon after the weather became severe.

Now that the shredded pumpkin in the pot is fried, put a spoonful of shredded pork into it and stir fry evenly, then the pot can be served.

It's just two people, and I don't cook too many dishes. One dish is porridge, and this meal is enough.

Song Qiu set the table and scooped up the porridge, and the grandfather and grandson were preparing to eat.

Unexpectedly, old Yuan took a glance outside, and saw Zhang Hugua hurriedly coming down the gentle slope outside, and strode into the gate of Zhang's courtyard, as if there was something urgent.

"What happened?" Old Yuan muttered subconsciously worried.

Song Qiu went out to look, and saw Zhang Hugua plunged into the upper room of Zhang's house, and closed the door with a bang.

Zhang Lihua, who was sitting in front of the pressurized well and called out to her fourth uncle but got no response, was also a little puzzled, and when she turned her head, she happened to meet Song Qiu's eyes.

She smiled, and went on to wash the mushrooms.

(End of this chapter)