When Song Qiu left in the first month of the year, there were still a lot of bean paste and red oil piled in the warehouse.
Over the past few months, Doubanjiang has been transported away by Fang Ji's fleet one after another.
I only have red oil and I am still working on it. I don’t have much else at home, so I still have the manpower.
When the doubanjiang production stopped, the workshop naturally stopped. Now that it’s almost time to harvest the red peppers, the workshop can continue to operate.
Du Chuanfu is in charge of these things. Even if Song Qiu is not here, he manages it very well. There is no mistake. The money and banknotes from the goods are also kept in a box and handed over together with the account book.
Gave it to Song Qiu.
Song Qiu spent a lot of money on this trip, but when he came back, he got a box of money, which was really quite a lot.
Coupled with the income from various inns and shops in the past few months, Song Qiu's current net worth is no longer what it was at the beginning, when it only amounted to a hundred copper coins. He had to count it once or twice for fear of missing it.
It's time.
Now that I think about it, time flies by so fast.
In the blink of an eye, she has been here for more than two years.
In the past two years, too many things have happened. The wooden house has turned into a large courtyard with high walls. There is one more person on the household registration, and many people have been added to the family.
From tea sheds to inns, there are more than one inns along the Songshan River: Lizhou Prefecture, Qingping Prefecture, and Pingjiang Prefecture. Counting them down, she now owns nine inns.
And there will be more in the future.
Song Qiu felt a little emotional for a moment. He poured the watermelon juice that he had mashed and drained into a tea bowl and gave it to Old Yuan. "The melon meat has been filtered out. It's like drinking sugar water. Try the milk. Today."
Is this melon sweet?"
Lao Yuan took a sip of the watermelon juice. The watermelon that had not been iced felt a bit warm when she drank it. She was not afraid of heat. She was old and did not dare to eat iced food. So, it was just right for her to drink.
"This melon is sweet today."
Song Qiu then laughed, "Sweet, right? I said, when choosing a watermelon, look at the melon's butt. The one with the small navel must be sweet. A Ling always wanted to argue with me and asked her to buy it. She picked out a cart full of watermelons.
It’s the one with the big navel, and although it’s sweet, it’s still two points off.”
Old Yuan took another big sip before putting down the bowl, listening and saying: "Those years ago, when would our family be able to afford watermelon? Nowadays, the watermelon can also be brought home one by one.
Don’t waste it if it’s not sweet. There are so many people in the family, and each person has one tooth and two teeth. They can eat it quickly and it won’t spoil.”
Then he added: "Send some to the village school, cut them up and eat them with the kids. It's boring to sit there and read on this hot day."
Song Qiu nodded and called Huang Tao in, asking her to go to the front and send a message to Butler Du to pick out some large watermelons and send them to the village school.
In the first month of the first month, Song Qiu gave one hundred taels of silver to build a village school. As soon as spring began, the village became busy. Every household had people to work on their own, but the village school was quickly built. Tang Mingde went to invite it.
An old scholar came back to be a teacher, and now this new village school has been open for a month.
While the village school was being built, Song Qiu had already told Du Chuanfu that he and the village chief bought the land next to the foot of the mountain and built a workshop.
When the peppers are harvested, work will start in this new workshop, and there will be no need to use the Zhang family's yard.
The workshop is well built and spacious whether it is making bean paste, red oil or sweet potato starch.
Song Qiu had gone to see it in the two days after he came back. Everything was packed, and the chopping basin and wooden basin were all ready. He just had to wait for the red peppers to be harvested before work could begin.
Huang Tao went out in response. Old Yuan raised his eyes and looked at the rising sun outside, and couldn't help but said: "Where did A Ling go with them? She is not afraid of the heat. I watched her come back for a few days, and she seemed to be tired.
It’s a lot darker.”
"I went to find the village chief grandpa to choose a place."
"Choose a land? What are you doing? What do you want to build, Aqiu?" Old Yuan was curious.
"It wasn't me. If it were me, why wouldn't I go by myself?" Song Qiu shook his head and said with a smile, "It's Ye Fang, who plans to settle down in our village!"
Old Yuan opened her mouth when she heard this, and then opened her mouth again. After a long while, she said: "Is this girl finally enlightened?"
Song Qiu couldn't stop laughing, "Don't hold her back, Mom, she's still awkward right now. When Ye Fang chooses the homestead and builds the house, you can help her with her marriage."
Old Yuan also smiled, "Okay, I'm not in a hurry, she'll be fine as soon as she wakes up. Now I have to get over your marriage first."
Speaking of this, there were not many days left, and old Yuan felt sour in his heart.
I've been watching since I was little, but my granddaughter, who has been so involved in so much trouble, is about to get married.
Time is really strange, and it is also the most unjust thing in the world. No matter whether you are poor or rich, no matter who you are, no one can tell it to slow down or speed up.
It doesn't look back, it just follows its own rules and keeps moving forward, and no one can tell it to stop.
Mrs. Yuan wanted to make time pass more slowly. She also wanted to spend many, many years with her granddaughter.
But she also wanted to make time pass faster, and she wished that she could see her grandson and daughter in the house full of happiness and joy tomorrow.
Look, people are so greedy, how dare they let time control them?
Once time has passed, it can never be taken back.
Therefore, people should learn to cherish the present and look forward to the future.
Old Yuan glanced at the top of her granddaughter's shiny black hair, and felt that her heart was as soft as the hair.
"Let's go to Songshan Temple to burn incense sticks whenever we have free time."
Song Qiu glanced at her, nodded and said: "Then tomorrow, let's get up early and come back early to avoid being exposed to the sun."
"Okay." Old Yuan responded, went back to prepare for the incense burning, and asked Nanny Song if she was going.
Grandma Song likes peace and quiet. Since she came here, she rarely goes out. She also believes in Buddhism. She even makes offerings to the Bodhisattva in the house and burns incense and chants sutras every morning and evening.
As soon as I heard that I was going to burn incense and worship Buddha, I agreed without saying a word.
The Song family is very different now. If you want to go out, no matter where you are going, you will never go on your legs. Traveling by carriage is a must, and you have to follow the nursing home.
Early in the morning, two carriages, escorted by several guards, left the village and headed for the Ping'an Fair.
It wasn't that far away, and we were riding a carriage, so it didn't take long to reach Ping'an Market.
Songshan Temple is on the mountain, and the carriage cannot go up there, so it can only be stored at the bottom of the mountain, leaving two people to watch it.
Song Qiu supported Old Yuan, Huang Tao followed to protect Nanny Song, and Wang Chunzhu followed behind. They carried the things needed to burn incense, and the group went up the mountain.
In recent years, Songshan Temple has become very popular, and many people come here to burn incense and worship Buddha, including ordinary people and wealthy families.
Songshan Temple is on the top of a mountain, and there are always people who are too weak to climb such a high mountain, so the villagers of Ping'an Dazhao were clever and spontaneously made lifting chairs to carry pilgrims directly up the mountain to earn some money.
But burning incense and worshiping Buddha requires sincerity. Except for those who really can't climb, they usually climb up by themselves.
Both Old Yuan and Sister Song were in good health, and it was not very strenuous to climb up slowly.
Resting while climbing, it took about three-quarters of an hour to finally climb up the mountain.