Naturally, the things in town were better than those at Ping'an Market. Old Yuan thought about home, so she went to the grain and oil store to buy some brown rice and coarse salt.
I still have a lot of soybean oil at home, but I won’t buy it for now.
After buying these, it was getting late, so without any delay, the grandfather and grandson hurried to the entrance of the town and hurried back to the village.
Wu Wujin would have to go back to the village in the middle of the afternoon after running out of goods. At this time, of course, he couldn't ride in his bullock cart. Fortunately, the things on his back were not heavy, so he could walk home.
Not far away, we got off the official road and took a small path, which made it two quarters of an hour faster.
By the time I got home, it was almost time to apply.
He was so tired today that Song Qiu didn't want to continue going up the mountain to collect mushrooms. He drank half a bowl of cold water and sat down to rest.
In the kitchen house, Old Yuan took out his money bag and happily talked to Song Qiu about today's income.
"The chicken fungus was sold for seventy-five cents, a basket of mushrooms was sold for sixty-nine cents, and the vegetables I carried were sold for thirty-two cents, which is quite a lot!"
"The bullock cart ride cost two cents, the stall fee cost five cents, the noodles cost four cents, and the cloth purchase cost a total of twenty-seven cents. I bought five catties of brown rice and one catty of salt, which cost thirty-five cents.
After paying off your grandpa Zhang’s money, plus yesterday’s money, Ah Qiu, do you think you have a lot left?”
Song Qiu listened and quickly calculated in his mind, "Today we sold for 176 Wen, spent 73 Wen, and left 103 Wen, excluding the 100 Wen given to Grandpa Zhang's family.
, plus our income of 61 fen yesterday, we can still have 64 fen!"
Old Yuan listened, nodded, and put aside the hundred coins strung together in his hand, and put all the remaining copper coins into the money bag.
"I will send the one hundred yuan from your Grandpa Zhang's family to his family soon, and I will give you another ten yuan as a gift for a dinner tomorrow. We still have fifty-four yuan left, and the hundred yuan from your uncle's house is almost there."
"When it's all over, I'll sell a few more mushrooms and I'll save up for your dowry."
Song Qiu is already thirteen this year. According to the customs in their area, marriage can already begin at the age of thirteen. If he keeps a girl for two more years, he will have to marry her off at the age of seventeen. Otherwise, she will be an old girl.
When it came to saving a dowry, Song Qiu frowned.
In her previous life, she was twenty-six and not yet married. She was only thirteen now, so she was nowhere to be. She wanted to say that she was not in a hurry at all.
But seeing that her breasts were chattering, and that he was focused on taking care of her, he didn't say anything.
After resting enough, Old Yuan took a bunch of money and went to Zhang's house next door.
Old Mrs. Deng was playing with her grandson in the main room. Mrs. Miao also had to do some housework. Old Mrs. Deng usually took care of the children.
This is her youngest grandson, raised close to her, so naturally it hurts a little more.
"I haven't seen you for a few days, Shi Dan'er will hold on to the stool and walk away!"
Old Yuan also made a few amusing remarks, then handed over the copper coins in his hand, "It's all thanks to you two, Brother Zhang and sister-in-law, that Ah Qiu is ill."
"We have been together for decades, who is following whom? Don't be polite to me. I said I am not in a hurry for this money, so why don't you just take it? If you don't, you can pay it back at any time." Old Deng said.
When he saw her coming to pay back the money, he said immediately.
Her words were not polite. The Zhang and Song families had nothing to say, and they lived so close to each other.
"How can I be polite to you, sister-in-law? Yesterday, Ah Qiu was lucky enough to pick up some gallinophilia. You were also looking at it. Today, I sold them all. I just happened to have the money, so I left it alone. I want to pay it back first.
It's the same with you." Old Yuan said.
Old Mrs. Deng listened, and without saying much, she took the money and said, "I don't have to say that your Aqiu is a good girl. I've liked her since she was a child."
Praising her own children makes parents happy. Old Yuan smiled inwardly and kept talking about other things. By the way, she also praised the children of the Zhang family.
When she got home, it was not dark yet, so Old Yuan simply asked Song Qiu to check her size, and cut the cloth he bought today to make clothes for her.
Old Yuan was not very good at needlework, so he could make a thick piece of clothing, but he couldn't do embroidery or anything like that.
Nowadays, the little girls in their area wear pretty much the same style. They are summer clothes. The top part is a cross-collared blouse with small sleeves, and the bottom part is a long, wide skirt.
Old Yuan quickly got up and started making Luo shirts using purple cloth.
Song Qiu watched from the side. The purple cloth was used to make the upper garment, and the remaining black cloth was used to make the skirt.
Purple and black.
Um.
Song Qiu wanted to cover her eyes, but at least she could bear the dirt. The short clothes she was wearing now, the skirt was black. After all, she had to work and drag it around. The dark color was not durable.
Nowadays, she is poor and can't afford to pay too much attention to things. She had also seen cheap coarse cloth in the cloth shop, and the colors were not only black and gray, but also red and purple, as well as green, blue and brown.
If you want to have beautiful light colors, you have to use better cotton cloth.
Song Qiu imagined for a long time what this purple top and black skirt would look like, but he couldn't imagine it, so he simply didn't want to think about it.
Forget it, her body looks like a skinny chick, even if she wears a phoenix robe, she won't look good.
Wear whatever you want, for now the main thing is to make money.
When you have plenty, think of beautiful things.
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Before dawn, Song Qiu and Zhang Lihua went up to the mountain to pick up mountain fungi while the dew was still there.
After enjoying the sweetness of selling the Colonial Fungus, Song Qiu opened his eyes wide and searched carefully, hoping to encounter another Colonial Fungus, even a clump of it.
Zhang Lihua also wanted to find the gallinobacteria, so she looked for them very carefully.
Unfortunately, it's hard to find this thing. I picked it up all morning and didn't find it.
The sun gradually emerged, and the dew on the mountain melted. Carrying the mushrooms down the mountain, Song Qiu packed up and prepared to go to Liu Caigui's house for a feast with her grandma.
The people who want to have a dinner with the Zhang family next door include Lao Deng and Lao Dou Zhang. Usually there are two in a family, and they are the talkmakers in the family. Unless they are like the Song family, there are not many people.
The four of them went to the village together. When they arrived at Liu Caigui's house, people were already sitting in the courtyard.
Old Yuan and Old Deng handed the accompanying gifts to Liu Caigui's daughter-in-law, Huang Caihua, and then went to find a table to sit at.
There are eight people sitting at a table, and the men sit with the men to drink, and the women sit with the women, which is just right.
Everyone said hello to each other, and when they had free time, Song Qiu just followed old Yuan.
In a flash, there were countless little girls who came to have a meal.
There are only twenty-four families in Songshan Village, and they all have good relationships. Naturally, every family has to go to this kind of banquet.
Apart from people from this village, there were only a few relatives from other villages, including Liu Caigui's own relatives. There were not many of them, so they could only sit at seven or eight tables.
Therefore, there are only eight tables in the courtyard.
None of the people in Songshan Village have fields, so when they gather together to chat, they talk about things that have nothing to do with fields.
The men talk a lot, but the women never stray from their family background.