After closing the backyard of Zhang's rice shop, shopkeeper Li looked stunned for a moment.
The Er Leizi who came in from the back door to report the situation said: "Yes, they are from Songshan Village. Our brothers who followed us all the way just couldn't find a good opportunity to make a move. Shopkeeper Li, look, what's going on?
If you say a treat, our brothers will have a good idea!"
Shopkeeper Li didn't know what he was thinking. His eyes changed several times, and finally he waved his hand, "Forget it, forget it."
When the two men heard this, they were unhappy and said, "Isn't it true that my brothers' work was in vain?"
Shopkeeper Li has always known this look, how could he not know it?
Immediately, he fumbled in his sleeve pocket, took out a dime of silver and threw it over, "Okay, take the drink and go!"
Er Leizi raised his hands and caught the broken silver, then grinned and said, "Okay, shopkeeper Li, if you say forget it, forget it. I listen to you, right? Next time if something happens, shopkeeper Li will remember it."
Looking for my little brother!"
After that, the two men walked out of the back door carelessly and no one was there.
Shopkeeper Li closed the door himself, turned around, looked at the trees in the yard, and sighed slightly.
He is a villager from Songshan Village.
Even though so many years have passed, he still remembers it.
His grandfather once told him that there was a great famine that year and many people died. His grandma only managed to survive with the wild vegetable steamed buns given by a villager in Songshan Village until the disaster relief came.
Otherwise, there would be no father, let alone him.
Although I don’t know who it is from Songshan Village, there are only about twenty households in Songshan Village.
Since she's from Songshan Village, that's all. Let him let the little girl go this time.
He shook his head and then moved forward.
…
This trip to the town was fruitful, but he forgot about the fabric he had promised to pull. Song Qiu planned to sell mountain mushrooms next time, so he could do it at the Ping'an Fair.
It was at night that the grandfather and grandson were whispering, and Song Qiu mentioned that the rice dumpling recipe had been sold for one hundred taels. After hearing this, old Yuan didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
One hundred taels?
How much money is that?
Old Yuan had never seen a hundred taels in his life, and now he was holding a flimsy piece of paper, still in disbelief.
"Aqiu, is this really a hundred taels? Don't be fooled."
Song Qiu couldn't help but laugh, "How could that be possible! He is a well-known wealthy businessman in Panshi Town, and he is also the son-in-law of Landlord Cheng. Why are you lying to me, a little girl?"
As soon as she heard that he was the son-in-law of Landlord Cheng, Old Yuan's doubts immediately faded away, and she didn't even dare to lift her hand holding the banknote.
"Ah Qiu, you said that one hundred taels of silver must be a lot, but it's just a piece of paper. It's hard to believe it."
Song Qiudao: "If you really want to replace everything with copper plates, how much will it cost? I'll give you an estimate. If it costs one hundred coins, it will cost one thousand coins. How much does it cost? That's the price.
You can’t even count them! They have to be packed in cloth bags. How heavy is that and how inconvenient is it?”
"So, here comes the advantage of this banknote. No matter how much you take with you, it is just a few pieces of paper. It can be placed close to your body without any trouble, right?"
"I think we don't need this money right now, so I just accepted this bank note to make it more convenient. Otherwise, if I really drag a bag of money back here, our family won't be able to live comfortably!"
"You're right. If you drag a bag of copper coins back in such a big way, your family will attract thieves. It's also convenient. You can just find a hiding place to hide it. But you have to pull hard and don't tear it.
You should really keep it well." Old Yuan muttered a few words, not daring to hold the banknote in his hand again.
He handed it back to Song Qiu and said, "This is the money you earned. Keep it for yourself. When you go out, you can keep it in the bottom of the box. When you get to your husband's house, you will be confident, just in case."
Song Qiu thought about his plan, and without being polite to her, he took the banknote and put it away. When he returned to his room, he took advantage of the moonlight outside the window and scanned the simple furnishings in the room, and finally
The banknote was rolled tightly, wrapped in oil paper, and hidden in the gap between the bed boards.
The oil paper, which was about the same color as the bed board, was stuck in the gap, and it was covered with straw mats and bamboo mats. Unless it was turned upside down and rummaged through, it would not be easily discovered.
Although their Songshan village is small, it is right on the edge of the official road. It seems that no house has been robbed in recent years.
Therefore, Song Qiu was relatively relieved.
I took off my coat and skirt and lay on the bed. I was a little tired, but I still couldn't fall asleep for a while. I didn't play a certain tune to trigger my drowsiness. Thinking about it, it was really boring.
However, thinking about it before going to bed can also be a good hypnotic agent.
Song Qiu was thinking wildly about the next plan in his mind. Sure enough, he soon began to breathe evenly and fell into a sweet dream.
The next day, it was sunny again and the weather was excellent.
The cool breeze of the morning was extremely comfortable. Song Qiu and Zhang Lihua carried backpacks on their backs and walked through the mist in the mountains, looking for dew-covered mountain fungi in the forest.
The sun shyly poked out half of its face on the mountainside in the east, casting a bright red color on the earth.
The red forest and the red people are busy with their heads bent and bent.
The shy sun seems to sense the earth's love for it, and repays its warmth without hesitation, as if it wants to contribute all its enthusiasm.
Song Qiu wiped the sweat from his forehead and felt that half of his back was wet. It was too hot.
Then I saw that the basket of mushrooms was almost full, so I looked around and shouted, "Lihua! I'm home!"
"Okay!" came the response from the woods not far away.
Soon, the two of them met together, carrying their own backpacks, talking and laughing as they went down the mountain.
When we got down the mountain, the sun was already high in the sky, and it was just about time that it started to get hot.
Song Qiu took a bowl of water and drank it, then sat under the eaves to rest and twirled the few pine needles on her skirt.
After resting enough, I went into the kitchen and saw that her pot of porridge was almost cooked, so I picked a small pumpkin and a handful of peppers and cut them into shreds.
Pour the porridge out of the pot into a clay pot and let it cool. Wash the pot and add a little oil, add ginger and garlic, add shredded chili peppers and stir-fry until the color changes. Then pour in the pumpkin shreds mixed with salt and stir-fry, and pour some soy sauce.
A piece of lean meat that was picked off for a treat the day before yesterday was wrapped in salt and left out. Afraid of the bad weather, Song Qiu fried it and soaked it in oil.
Now that the pumpkin shreds in the pot are fried, add a spoonful of shredded pork and stir-fry until evenly mixed, then the pot is ready.
There are only two people, so we don’t need to cook too many dishes. One dish is just rice porridge, which is enough for this meal.
Song Qiu set the table and scooped out the porridge, and the grandfather and grandson were preparing to eat.
Leng Buding, Mr. Yuan glanced outside and saw Zhang Hugua hurriedly coming up from the gentle slope and striding into the gate of Zhang Family Courtyard, as if there was something urgent.
"What happened?" Old Yuan subconsciously muttered worriedly.
Song Qiu followed and went out to take a look, and saw Zhang Hugua rushing into the Zhang family's upper room and slamming the door shut.
Zhang Lihua, who was sitting in front of the pressure well and called her fourth uncle but got no response, was also a little confused. She turned around and met Song Qiu's eyes.