A group of four people ate meat buns to fill their tired stomachs while rushing home.
Thinking about his work, he didn't dare to delay any longer along the way and hurried back to the village almost non-stop.
In the village, Lao Deng and Miao had been busy all morning, scrubbing out all the bamboo shells that had been soaked in water, and were now having lunch.
As soon as Song Qiu got home, he soaked two hundred kilograms of glutinous rice and then sat down to take a rest.
At this moment, Wu Wujin also went back and called his wife Manju and brother and sister Zhou Shitou to come over.
"This kid has nothing to do anyway. I asked him to come and help. I don't need to count his wages, and he can't do much work." Wu Jin pointed at Zhou Shitou.
Manju had already heard from the head of the family that she would be paid for working. She thought that she could still earn money in the village and it was Aunt Yuan's house, so she was very happy to come to help. As for her son coming too, it was just a coincidence. She didn't care about it.
As for Zhou Shitou, knowing that Zhang Lihua was also working in the Song family, he was eager to come over, but he didn't dare to show his happiness on his face.
He had just made a serious agreement with his mother not to marry a girl from that family, so he could wait for a while. At this time, he didn't dare to tell Lihua.
I just hope that it can be delayed for a while, and then he can slowly persuade his father first, and then show his love to his mother.
Seeing that everyone was here, Song Qiu remembered this sentiment and was not polite to the Zhou family. He first asked Zhou Shitou to help him go to Ershan Mountain to pick up some bundles of bamboo shells.
There were so many rice dumplings to make. It turned out that she had almost collected them in the past few days, but there would not be enough for the rest.
Song Qiu also showed Zhou Shitou what kind of bamboo shells he wanted to pick up. Although Zhou Shitou regretted not being able to work with Lihua, he didn't give up and immediately took the straw rope and went up the mountain.
When Mrs. Deng saw this, she asked Zhang Hugua, who had nothing to do at home. It was just picking up bamboo shells. It was not a tiring job, and she did not feel sorry for her son on this point.
Besides, even with the same salary, the Zhou family can send someone who doesn’t get paid to help, so there’s no reason why their family doesn’t.
In terms of closeness, their family is the closest to the Song family.
Old Yuan, those are her sisters for decades!
Zhang Hugua was not unhappy when he was assigned a job. He was just helping the Song family, and he was also willing.
In this way, two people went to pick up the bamboo shells.
The rest of the family were not idle, and Song Qiu immediately started making rice dumplings with others.
The old Yuan family, the old Deng family and the Miao family who already know how to make rice dumplings do not need to be taught anymore. They can just continue to make big rice dumplings.
Song Qiu asked Miao and Zhou Lanhua to learn how to make small rice dumplings with her. Small rice dumplings were troublesome and they had to be plentiful, so making four together was about the same.
Wu Wujin was originally here to help out. He was mainly responsible for hauling rice dumplings to the town, but he didn't have to do it right now, so he followed Old Yuan and the others to make big rice dumplings.
He was slow in wrapping, knowing that this was food that had to be sold for money, so he didn't dare to be sloppy, so he was more meticulous and slower. It took him a while to learn how to get started, and he only wrapped one after others had wrapped four or five.
But it's better than nothing, one is a measure, and it helps.
Today's start time is already in the afternoon, so by sunset, all the rice dumplings scheduled for tomorrow have not yet been filled, but it's not much different.
Zhang Hugua and Zhou Shitou, on the other hand, went back and forth several times and brought back a lot of bamboo shells.
The forty-five kilograms of glutinous rice soaked last night had all been wrapped, and it was impossible to wrap them at night, so Song Qiu thanked the people who helped with the work and asked them to go back and rest first.
If it's bad, it's still too late to make up for it tomorrow morning.
I am really sleepy and tired today. After all, I have been busy since last night.
Song Qiu had no intention of getting anything to eat, so Song Qiu managed to hold on, drying the wrapped rice dumplings without getting wet, and placed them in a cool place next to the water tank to prevent them from spoiling overnight, so he lit a fire and boiled two bowls of salt.
When the porridge came to eat, Ziba, Ziba, almost touched the pillow and fell into a deep sleep.
After waking up, all the energy in his body came back. Song Qiu got up energetically and washed out the rice he had soaked in the afternoon yesterday. The workers also came one after another.
Together we wrap up the remaining quantity, and the rice dumplings are already being cooked on the stove here and on the Zhang family's stove.
The rice dumplings started to be cooked as soon as it was getting light. It was not until about 10 o'clock in the morning that all the rice dumplings were cooked. Among them, Song Wenzhi ordered 100 large rice dumplings and 30 skewers of nine-zi rice dumplings, plus yesterday's order.
I ordered two hundred large rice dumplings and sixty skewers of nine-zi rice dumplings at the market.
Lao Yuan and others have been making rice dumplings. There are more reservations for tomorrow, and today is a busy day.
Of the two hundred kilograms of glutinous rice soaked yesterday, only about twenty kilograms were used, and the rest would have to be wrapped to make up for it.
However, Song Qiu could no longer take care of the family for the time being. Fortunately, everything went smoothly, and Old Yuan was watching, so Song Qiu didn't worry and set off with Wujin in an ox cart to deliver rice dumplings to the town.
No matter how fast the bullock cart sways, it can't be much faster. It just saves some time by not stopping along the way. But it's not much different from walking, and it has to pull a lot of things.
Song Qiu swayed his feet while looking at the scenery on both sides of the official road. From time to time, carriages and mules passed by, and occasionally people riding tall horses flew by. The speed was very enviable.
That's the difference between a bicycle and a sports car.
Panshi Town is prosperous, and it is an official road that must pass from north to south. People come and go every day, so it is naturally lively.
Seeing countless carriages and tall horses passing the ox cart and driving away, Song Qiu looked slightly envious.
When will you be rich enough to buy a carriage? Songshan Village is too far away from the town. The round trip by bullock cart takes nearly seven hours, which is too much of a delay.
It's just that she doesn't know how to drive a horse-drawn carriage, nor can she drive an ox-cart, so buying a horse-drawn carriage will be in vain.
But when it comes to riding horses, she went to a racecourse with her friends in her previous life. However, the horse was docile and someone was always guarding it, so it never ran past it. She didn't know whether the horses here were fierce or not, and the key point was that she didn't dare to be alone.
Ride.
Otherwise, why don't you buy an ox cart? It's not good to use someone else's ox cart exclusively. They have other things to do, so they can't always keep you company, even if you pay for the cart.
If you need to use the car from time to time, it's not good to come whenever you call.
Or buy a mule cart? Or a donkey cart?
I don’t know which one is faster, the ox cart or these two?
She didn't know what the price was.
Let’s think about it now, we still need money.
Song Qiu was thinking in completely different directions, here and there, without stopping, but time passed very quickly, and he arrived at the entrance of the town before his eyes.
When we entered the town, it was already around the end of noon and the beginning of the afternoon. The huge sun was shining on people, making it extremely hot.
Song Qiu was afraid that the rice dumplings would go rancid in the sun, so he deliberately covered the barrel with large banana leaves to keep out the heat.
All the way into Ankangfang, the market street also has lunch and evening markets in addition to the morning market, but there are not as many people as the morning market, and there are not as many stalls as there are.
Therefore, the stall fee should be less, only two cents.
Those who can still set up stalls in the market at this time are mostly people from nearby towns or vendors who specialize in making a living.
Song Qiu paid the stall fee and got the wooden sign, and he and Wu Jin quickly moved all the rice dumplings there. There was a stall right at the beginning.