Chapter 708: For the sake of the future top scholar

Chen Nian sighed as he heard this.

It’s true that luck is trying to make people!

A kind person like Mr. Wang will end up like this. From Mr. Wang's perspective, it seems reasonable to do so, but it is unfair to his son.

After all, when you come to this world, you are an independent individual.

But Chen Nian also thinks that Mr. Wang’s idea is nothing wrong. If he really waits for him a hundred years, who will take care of his son?

Do you want to go to those concubines you have to buy on your own?

Or rely on other people at home?

People's hearts are unpredictable. In this case, only Mr. Wang's property can be seen.

In the end, Chen Nian did not say anything about this matter.

No wonder my father said this Mr. Wang and his tone was full of regret.

It's indeed a pity.

I saw that Fu Ting was standing in front of the stall at this time, pointing at some bones left in the pot: "Isn't this still there? Why are you going to close the stall?"

"Don't close the stalls, don't close the stalls, there are still people who want to buy things!" Fu Ting shouted quickly.

Song San nodded, "Although you read more books than me, you shouldn't know about this thing or not."

Song San has always had no good expression on Fu Ting because he knew that Fu Ting claimed to be a scholar and looked down on them, such poor people, but Song San didn't need the other party to look down on him. Anyway, he looked down on this poor scholar.

Just as Chen Nian listened to his father telling Mr. Wang's story while preparing to close the stall, Fu Ting suddenly jumped out from some corner.

Song Sanyi laughed and said, "Oh, didn't you write articles for this master or write to that master? In the morning, I started drinking mixed soup for three cents a bowl, why did you still search with me?

How many cents are there?"

It was like this until the night of New Year's Eve. They didn't set up a stall that day, but they were busy cleaning up their homes, scribbling new window paper, pasted couplets, and bought them outside.

Some wine and food.

When Song Sanyi heard this, he turned out that this guy was waiting for him here?

Chen Nian suddenly said: "Brother Fu is wrong. If you don't understand this line, for us, it's better to add some old soup when cooking new meat. We can't give it to you all."

"If you can't sell it, you will have a curfew soon. It will be the same when it comes. The most thing left is that we can keep it for food at home, or sell it until tomorrow." Song San said, and after saying that, he looked at the other party suspiciously, "

What's your bad idea for you, a poor scholar?"

"Song Laosan, thank you. For your care of me this year, I will write you a free pair, and you don't have any money."

"Song Laosan, please scoop some soup for me. You will definitely not be able to use such a big pot of soup. There are only three people in your family who can't finish drinking it. It's better to give me some."

Song San tucked the latte spoon in the pot and said, "There are three left, and I guess it's less than two pounds."

But since he had agreed before, he happily put all these bones into the basin.

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Song San's family then collected the stall. In the next few days, they sold soy milk and mixed soup every morning, tofu in the morning, and braised pork in the afternoon. After it was finished, they took it out to sell it. Sometimes they made it.

There are more people, and sometimes less, but most people in the county know that Song San sells braised pork, and one pound of one pound also earns six or seven taels of silver.

But even though he said this, he still scooped a large pot of soup into the basin that Fu Ting was carrying.

As long as the other party patronizes his business, he will still do it, after all, it makes money.

Chen Nian and Song San couldn't help but turn their eyes to each other.

However, the old couple is used to living a poor life. Even if they are rich now, their living conditions are better than before. However, they will continue to pick up food for the old people when they are eating, and even if they eat meat, they will be the best place.

Leave it for the old.

During dinner, he drank some wine with Chen Nian again.

"Hahaha, my son is so good at speaking!" Song San said with a smile.

In the end, he just bowed: "That won't work. I'll keep the money for him. Anyway, thank you today. Goodbye,"

"I'm going to save money, so I'm going to use good steel on the blade. Although I've made a lot of money, I still have to keep it for my son to buy books and paper."

"Of course I want to buy it, otherwise why would I come here to you?" Fu Ting rolled his eyes, "How many more are left? I want it all!"

After hearing this, Fu Ting couldn't help but look at Chen Nian. He really didn't comment on Chen Nian because he couldn't figure out what the Chen Nian originated. According to his idea, Chen Nian should have a good background like him.

, otherwise there would be no such many things, but if Chen Nian said that she had never read any books, she could write.

But killing someone requires a corresponding price.

I made some meat in the afternoon.

After hearing this, Song San laughed and said, "I need you to write for me? I have my son! If you really want to thank me, you don't have to do those stupid things, just give me money."

"Fifteen-word." Song San replied, "What? Do you want to buy it?"

Song San didn't expect Fu Ting to say such words.

Fu Ting smiled and said, "What the hell is your idea? You old man speaks so badly. How much does a pound of bone cost?"

"It's great. If we continue like this, we can renovate the yard next year and we can also find carpenters to make some new furniture." Chen Nian said.

While having a meal, Song San took out a pocket and said, "Son, I'll give you New Year's money."

"Then I'll give you twenty cents. Can you sell all three of them to me?" Fu Ting said.

Originally, Fu Ting said something and he had to choke, but he didn't say anything at this moment. He just sighed: "Okay, because your son is the future top scholar, I'll sell you twenty yuan, but I've already

It’s not expensive, and it’s much cheaper for you. If you want it, you have to put it in a basin.”

"Yes, it's all thanks to your wealth. If it weren't for you, we old couple would have lived on the few pennies they earn every day."

Song San was speechless, and he suddenly felt that this poor scholar came prepared.

"Dad, look at what you said. Isn't it all up to your skills?"

"Take it!" Fu Ting took out a basin from behind, just like a magic trick.

"Thank you dad!" Chen Nian did not refuse. He knew that this was also the wish of Mr. Song San.

But when he took it, he found that the pocket was heavy. When he opened it, he saw that it was covered with broken silver. He thought he could have one or two silver dollars.

"Dad, why are there so many?"

"Not much, please take it. Young people always have a place to spend money. For the remaining money, my dad plans to renovate the yard in the spring of the year, turn the front into a stall and make a stove, and don't need it at that time.

Run so far every day.”
Chapter completed!