Song Qiu introduced the Tao family to Mr. Yuan, who came over for dinner after work in the workshop, and asked others to get acquainted with each other, and then dinner was served.
After dinner, we decided to arrange accommodation and discuss what the Tao family should do tomorrow.
Mrs. Li and her daughter helped in the kitchen, while Tao Dongcheng helped welcome guests outside, arrange carriages and horses, and also helped out when the tea shed was overwhelmed.
Tao Dongping was serving food in the lobby.
Tao Zhengze and Du Chuanfu were temporarily greeting guests in the lobby and getting up early to buy groceries. The two of them could go together so that they could be taken care of and it was convenient.
As for living, the Tao Dongping brothers lived in Du Chuanfu's house, which happened to have plenty of empty beds.
The Wang family moved into the old Yuan family's house, and Tao Zheng and Li lived in the Wang family's previous room.
As for Tao Xiuer, she came to live in Song Qiu's house.
There were not enough quilts at the moment, so Song Qiu first moved the quilts from Datong Shop. There was still some cotton and fabric left from the last time, so he realized that his hands were empty, so he just asked Li and others to sew them out.
After the arrangements were made, Song Qiu and Lao Yuan went back to the village while Zhanglihua and Aling were still there.
It's more than a mile, and it goes by very quickly.
Song Qiu couldn't help but ask old Yuan about the work situation in the workshop.
Old Yuan said: "Everyone is working very hard, even you, Uncle Hugua, I didn't expect it this time. It's like you are enlightened. If you push the mill with Dali and the others, you can keep up."
Not a single bit off the chain.”
"It's rare for a man in his twenties to be so hardworking and willing to work."
"No, your grandma Deng came over for a walk in the afternoon and asked me about it. I told her, but she didn't expect it."
"In short, it's better for people to be at ease, so as not to go to town all day long."
Song Qiu listened and thought that it would be a good thing if this person could learn well. After all, he was the father of Zaohua's Shidan'er, so he still had to rely on him.
Zhang Lihua couldn't help but said: "I heard Zaohua tell me that that day he was so angry that he went to the town to find my third uncle to get some money, but when he came back after a while, he was silent and even took the initiative to collect firewood.
If I don’t run around and play around anymore, I don’t know what kind of blow I received in the town.”
"What kind of blow can I get? It's just that I can't get money." Old Yuan curled her lips, not wanting to talk about these things to the children.
Just look at it, Mr. Zhang has been paralyzed for so many days, and he has not seen anyone in the first room. Zhang Digua came back from the third room that day and left in a hurry.
This is a good son. He is a guard against old age.
After pushing the mill for several days in a row, Zhang Hugua was so tired that he couldn't lift his shoulders every day. Where had he ever worked so seriously in the past?
He wanted to stop and take a rest, but seeing that the others were pushing very hard, he was too embarrassed to take a break by himself, so he could only wave his hand and shake his shoulders when his hands came down to pick up the grated sweet potatoes.
Fortunately, he had meat to eat at noon every day, which soothed his greedy mouth and forced him to grit his teeth and persevere.
He also wanted to argue that he could not support himself by asking Third Brother and the others for money.
After returning home from work, Zhang Hugua ate dinner and then lay on the bed to rest. He had to get up early to go to work tomorrow.
So when Old Yuan and the others arrived home, they didn't see Zhang Hugua's shadow. Before it got dark, they fed the pigs and the chickens.
When Old Yuan had some free time, she sat in a pile with Old Deng and talked for a long time.
Nowadays, the pigs are fed sweet potato dregs brought back from the workshop. Every day, the pig eats more than half a bucket of it in the morning, lunch and dinner. Song Qiu is very satisfied to see the pig grow from a small one to its current head.
There are still two months left to celebrate the New Year. No matter how big the pig can grow by the end of the twelfth lunar month, it will weigh more than a hundred pounds. By then, it will have to be killed to celebrate the New Year.
Killing a pig during the New Year is a good sign. A prosperous year will make life more prosperous in the coming year, right?
At first, they were worried that one pig would only kill two of them, and they would have to sell some if they could hardly finish it. But now that there are about ten people in the house, this pig is no longer enough.
Once spring is over, I will buy two piglets and feed them until next year's New Year. I will ensure that the piglets will be fatter.
The weather in mid-October is not the coldest, so wear more clothes and don't need to warm yourself by the fire. The main thing is that there is no cold wind blowing here, and there is no knife-like shaving, so you don't feel cold at all.
Song Qiu tugged at the hem of her clothes. It was a new cotton-padded jacket that her grandma had made for her. The cotton was stuffed firmly. She wore an inner coat and another layer of clothing in the middle. With this cotton-padded jacket on the outside, she wasn't cold at all.
Looking at her body, she was also wearing a brand new cotton-padded jacket.
Thinking that the cotton-padded jacket she wore last winter had been worn for several years and was not frost-proof at all, and her breasts and ears were covered with frostbite, Song Qiu couldn't help but smile.
It's good now. Although I'm not rich or famous, at least I don't have to worry about feeding her, feeding her, and clothing her on time.
It will get better and better in the future.
Old Yuan turned around and saw her little granddaughter smiling so hard that her cheeks puckered. She couldn't help but laugh, "It's so early in the morning. What are you thinking about?"
Song Qiu chuckled, "I want to do something good. I'll go to Huangjiacun in the afternoon to see the land. If the land is good, buy it and we will be the ones with the land! Aren't you happy?"
"I must be happy then. When your father was still alive, he often said that he hoped that his family could buy some land for farming. Farmers, only when they have land in their hands can they be at ease." Old Yuan's face was filled with memories because of the memories.
With a hint of longing, "If your father were still here and knew that our family was going to buy land, he would be so happy that he would scream!"
Old Man Song left early. Song Qiu's father was only one year old at that time. Song Qiu didn't know where he was, so naturally he had never seen her grandfather.
"My grandpa also likes to sing with two voices!" Song Qiu's eyes sparkled when he heard this.
Thinking about her grandfather in her previous life, wasn't he a man who did nothing but babbling and singing popular songs?
She had been listening to it since she was a child, but throughout her childhood, she had never heard Yuzi feel impatient.
"Yes, your grandpa loved to sing with two voices. At that time, he met a master and followed him around to play the suona. Now, he met your aunt and grandpa's father, and later arranged this marriage for your aunt and grandma.
." Old Yuan couldn't hide the smile on his face as he talked about the past.
Although her life has been difficult, she has never regretted it, and she is also happy that she married this man who is both cold and hot and treats her well.
Fortunately, although it has been difficult for thirty years, her granddaughter is now able to do it.
Seeing that life is getting better and better, I opened an inn, a workshop, bought a servant, and will soon buy land.
There is no need to think about all the difficulties.
"It turns out that my aunt and uncle were matchmakers made by my grandfather!"
"Isn't that right? Otherwise, how can your uncle feel free to marry your aunt twenty or thirty miles away? Xiashui Village is still far away from Yanghuai Village, and no one is familiar with her."
The grandfather and grandson talked all the way to the workshop. The early morning fog had not yet dispersed, covering the entire yard in a vast white blanket.
Song Qiu breathed a sigh of relief and saw Mrs. Zhang who had already come to work and was pumping out water to start washing the sweet potatoes.