The farm life of a master of metaphysics

Chapter 13 Future Livelihood

After leaving these words, Song Xiaofei's figure disappeared into the woods.

Song Ying watched Song Xiaofei leave, but a strange feeling rose in her heart.

In fact, Song Ying has never been able to figure it out. Although the people of the old Song family used her before, they just wanted to use her to do things.

Why did Song Xiaofei suddenly attack the original owner, trying to kill the original owner?

Now that she and her father have severed ties with Lao Song's family directly, why bother with her?
There must be something wrong with all of this.

Judging from the memory of the original owner, there is no deep hatred between her and Song Xiaofei!

There must be something that the original owner does not know.

It's just that the original owner is gone, and the current father, Song Zhi, has been away for a long time, so relying on their father and daughter alone, they can't figure it out for a while.

That's all, that's all!It's okay for the old Song's family not to provoke them.

If they really come to hurt the father and daughter again, she will make them look good.

Thinking of this, Song Ying thought of something.

Hmph, don't the old Song family like money the most?

Then she will find out where they hide their money.

In the future, if anyone in the old Song family provokes her, she will reveal where the money is hidden and make them lose all their money.

Anyway, the money was earned by my father over the years.

If it is cheap, others can't be cheap. The old Song family and the group of people are white-eyed wolves.

But now her body hasn't taken care of well yet, let's wait for some time to do fortune-telling!

Interpreting hexagrams is also a lot of energy!
Speaking of her own body, Song Ying thought that the pheasant was almost eaten, and it seemed that she had to go up the mountain to get some game to eat.

"Father, I don't think there is enough firewood at home. Let's go up the mountain together tomorrow to pick up some firewood. Maybe we can get some pheasants back!" Song Ying walked back home and said.

Song Zhi, who was packing the things he brought back and putting them in a utility room, heard Song Ying's words, thought of something, and asked: "There are not many! But tomorrow we are going to the town to buy hoes and Seeds? How about we go tomorrow afternoon!"

Only then did Song Ying remember that she said she was going to the town before, how could she forget this.

"Well, just listen to your father! In the morning we will go to the town, and in the afternoon we will go to the mountains to collect firewood!"

The next morning, just after dawn, Song Ying, who was drowsy in sleep, heard her father's knock on the door from outside.

"Girl, it's time to get up, we're going to walk to the town to do some shopping in a while!"

Song Ying responded, and forced herself to open her eyes.

After washing up, Song Ying thought for a while, picked up her purse again, and put it on her body.

After all, this is not my home, and there are people from the old Song family watching over it, so it is better to keep these huge sums of money with you.

After that, the father and daughter wore the stars and the moon, looked at the glow of the sky in the distance, and went out together.

From the village to the town, it takes two quarters of an hour by bullock cart, and more than half an hour by foot.

Song Ying yawned a little at first, but after walking around with her body, she became much more energetic.

Blowing the morning breeze, breathing the fresh air, everything looks so beautiful.

Song Zhi has been taking care of his daughter's footsteps, so it took an hour for the father and daughter to arrive in the town.

After queuing into the town, the father and daughter first found a place to have breakfast.

Anyway, Song Zhi just wanted to buy two steamed buns to eat, but Song Ying directly pulled her father to sit down at a noodle stall.

"Shopkeeper, we want two bowls of chaoshou!" Song Ying shouted directly.

"Okay! Two guests, please wait a moment!" The storekeeper immediately responded after hearing this.

Seeing this, Song Zhi had no choice but to follow her daughter and wait in peace.

Because the father and daughter came early, even if they spent more time on the road, they still arrived in town relatively early.

There were not many customers at the noodle stall, so it was relatively quiet for a while.

Soon, two bowls of chaoshou were served.

Song Ying picked up the spoon and drank two mouthfuls of soup first.

"This soup is really delicious!" Song Ying felt that the soup was very good, and stretched out her hand to praise.

Hearing Song Ying's words, the shop owner who was cooking the noodles smiled, and took over the conversation: "That's natural! My soup is made from a recipe passed down from generation to generation. It has been improved after several times. Now this pot of good soup!"

When Song Zhi heard what the shopkeeper said, he suddenly had some feelings.

"When doing anything, you need to calm down and polish to get the best. This is the case in the catering business, and we are also the same as carpenters!"

Over the years, the reason why he has earned a lot of money and has a full schedule of work is because of his hard work and research.

When he first became an apprentice carpenter, he often went to the mountains to cut some wood and came back to practice his hands.

Not only that, but after he learned all the carpenter's skills, he spent more time pondering and researching, and made some better things.

It is only by virtue of these that his craftsmanship is so popular.

Thinking of this, Song Zhi's eyes dimmed again.

Now that his hand is injured, he will have to wait a long time to heal!

Song Ying also noticed the loneliness in her father's eyes, and immediately thought of something.

"Father, it's okay. When you're recuperating, you can first think about how to make more practical and better-looking furniture. In this way, when your hands are healed, you can start making them!"

Speaking of this, Song Ying has a new idea now.

Instead of letting Dad go to other people's homes to do carpentry all day long, it is better to make furniture and furnishings for his Dad, and then sell them at home or in shops.

For one thing, I don't have to run around, and I can take care of it at home.

Secondly, you don't need to look at other people's faces, you can buy it if you like it, and you can also order it if you don't like it.

The more she thought about it, the more Song Ying thought it was a good idea.

"Father, let's open our own shop in the future! Put your own furniture and decorations in it, and it will definitely sell for money!"

Song Zhi didn't expect his daughter to comfort her first, and then said such a sentence.

But thinking about it carefully, the idea seems to be really good.

"Will others really buy what we made? What if the size is not suitable?" Song Zhi asked.

"If it's not suitable, customize it! If the customer makes a request, you can make it at home! Anyway, we won't come to do carpentry for others in the future!" Song Ying directly played a child's temper.

"Okay, okay, my daughter has the final say!" It was rare for Song Zhi to see his daughter angry, so he naturally agreed.

At this moment, in a big house in the town, someone was talking about Song Ying.

"My lord, the fortune teller you were looking for has appeared again!"

(End of this chapter)