Everyone gathered together to count the money. Mrs. Yang looked at this and that with her hands behind her back.
Ouch, that’s a lot.
The mother who was in charge of the Wangjiazhuang said that the women's work was good, and each of them was given 70 silver coins, which was more than what the men earned.
"Tomorrow I will take off the bedding and give it a good rub. The manager will see that we are good at our craftsmanship, so he will feel that the money was not wasted."
"Look at your potential," Mr. Feng joked to his old lady, "How much work can you do? You're all just following everyone else."
"Why can't I do it anymore? I've been doing laundry for decades and no one has given me a penny. Now I only get seventy penny for a day." Mrs. Feng shook the money bag in her hand.
"That's the master's fault," said Mrs. Feng, "but you have to be careful not to get damaged by the cloth."
It was true that she said this, and Mrs. Feng remembered it in her heart.
Grandma Xu next to her said, "Then I can go tomorrow too?"
"Why not?" Old Mrs. Feng said, "As long as we can work, we are old, but we are not inferior to others in washing and cooking, and we do not take advantage of others in getting money."
The women all said yes. They packed their money bags one by one like treasures. If they did this for a few days, wouldn't the rice and food money come out?
It's not too cold right now and I can still wash. But when it snows, this job will be gone.
When talking about the money earned, everyone did not forget to praise the people in Zhuangzi.
"Milk."
Mrs. Yang was watching, but her little granddaughter came over at some point and asked, "Do you regret that you should go to the village with us?"
Mrs. Yang thought so in her heart, but she couldn't say it in her mouth: "I was thinking that the charcoal kiln will be opened soon. I wonder if charcoal can be burned?"
If you can build a good charcoal kiln, isn't it better than making money? But if you fail, not only will you not make money, but you will also waste the wood.
When Mrs. Yang thought of this, her heart twitched.
"Nai," Zhao Luoyang said, "I still have some things for you to help me with."
Old Mrs. Yang said: "What's the matter?"
Zhao Luoyang expressed his gratitude to Young Master Wang: "When I was talking to the cook, I mentioned that Young Master Wang loved eating wild vegetable cakes, and Young Master Wang heard this."
"I said I wanted to thank you, and Young Master Wang said, let us deliver the pancakes."
Mrs. Yang was surprised: "Wild vegetable cake?"
Zhao Luoyang nodded.
Mrs. Yang confirmed again: "I made the wild vegetable cake?"
To be honest, the wild vegetable pancakes made by her grandma were not very delicious because she always secretly put thick noodles in them. But when she and the little mute helped her to light the fire when she was a child, her grandma would always give her a piece of cake without thick noodles.
cake.
"Aren't I kidding you again?" Old Mrs. Yang said, "What kind of rich people are you still interested in eating this?"
After speaking, Mrs. Yang stared at her little granddaughter suspiciously: "Either this is your idea. Do you think everyone is like a little mute and loves to eat this rough food?"
The last time the little granddaughter asked her to help bake pancakes was when the little mute was in the village.
Now that the little mute is gone, the little granddaughter no longer likes to eat wild vegetable cakes.
"How could that be possible," Zhao Luoyang said, "You have to use our flour to make wild vegetable cakes. I'm not stupid. It was really the Young Master of the Wang family who said that. I wanted to be polite, but I didn't know he would open his mouth and ask for it."
thing."
Now that the words have come to this point, Old Mrs. Yang said: "Then I'll get up early tomorrow and bake some hot ones for you to take with you. Regardless of whether people eat them or not, we have to get the best ones."
Zhao Luoyang nodded, but still felt a little worried: "Don't add chaff to it."
Old Mrs. Yang said: "I understand." The nobles in Zhuangzi have to make good friends, how can she do this? But apart from the ones given to the Wang family, the rest have to be mixed with a few handfuls of chaff.
The two people were talking when they saw Shi Ping running over.
Shi Ping found Mrs. Yang and said, "Big Nai, Mr. Song said we can open a kiln."
Mrs. Yang waited from dawn to dusk, and finally it was time.
"Quick, go take a look."
…
At first, everyone was talking about Wangjiazhuangzi together. When they heard that the charcoal kiln was about to be opened, they all came to watch the excitement.
If they can burn charcoal themselves, they can save a lot of money, and with charcoal, they will not be afraid of the cold winter months.
Torches were lit around the charcoal kiln. Feng Laosan helped open the sealed kiln door, and then used the wooden stick in his hand to hook out the contents inside.
Under the torch, Mr. Song looked at the dark things and immediately raised his beard.
"Is it ready?"
Everyone came to ask questions.
Mr. Song stroked his beard and then looked at Feng Laosan.
Feng Laosan took out some more items from the charcoal kiln, but this time he did not hand them to Mr. Song. He took them in his own hands and looked at them.
"Sir, you are really amazing," Feng Laosan said. "You built such a small kiln and burned the charcoal so well. Look, the heat is right. The charcoal is strong and there is no debris."
"Is it really burned?" Shi Ping, who went to call Mrs. Yang, squeezed over when he heard the voice, and then ran to Mrs. Song at once, "Are we done?"
Mr. Song straightened his back and shook his robe gently. His whole body seemed to be full of energy again.
"This charcoal is pretty good."
Mrs. Yang also picked up the charcoal and looked at it.
Mr. Song raised his head a little higher. It was naturally good, and it didn’t matter whose craftsmanship it was.
Shi Ping said: "Mr. just said that next spring, we will go to the foot of the mountain to build a bigger charcoal kiln. The charcoal will not only be used by us, but also sold."
"Sir, not only can he make charcoal kilns, but he can also make wine."
Shi Ping finally discovered that Mr. Song knew a lot, and he might be able to do something else.
Mr. Song responded: "Those are all trivial matters."
Song Er couldn't help but glance at his grandfather. Didn't his grandfather say that he would just build a charcoal kiln and let the sixteen households know how powerful he was and never do anything next time?
All the charcoal has been taken out of the kiln, and now it looks like there's nothing bad about it.
Shi Ping said: "While it's hot, let's continue burning tonight. We've got a lot of wood back in the past two days, so we can burn a lot of charcoal."
There are sixteen households, and each household has points.
But Mr. Song waved his hand: "Let's take a rest tonight and work again tomorrow. We have to try how many hours these charcoal can burn."
Good charcoal can burn for more than two hours. If it fails to burn, they have to adjust it.
Shi Ping was a little disappointed. After the things were burned, he wanted to keep the charcoal kiln hot. But it was right. The first time he did it, he had to understand everything.
Mrs. Yang took a few pieces of charcoal back to the house, asked Zhao Xuejing to get a broken stone mortar, put the charcoal in it and lit it.
Don't tell me, the charcoal is almost the same as the ones you buy.
Mrs. Yang muttered, Mr. Song is really capable.
Zhao Luoyang left a crack in the window to prevent everyone from being exposed to the charcoal gas.
"He also said that he wanted to build a big kiln," Old Mrs. Yang said, "Can it really be done? Can it also sell charcoal?"
Zhao Xueli said with a smile: "If Mr. Song says it can be done, then it can be done."
Mrs. Yang said: "Mr. Song is really knowledgeable."
Zhao Xueli didn't know why my mother always suspected Mr. Song. How many ideas did Mr. Song have along the way? Didn't my mother see it?
"There are still four or five carts left in Huangjiazhuangzi," Zhao Xueli said, "Tomorrow I will take people to Wangjiazhuangzi, and my third brother will go and bring back the few cars from Huangjiazhuangzi."