It was a noisy day. Song Mu toasted to celebrate with his neighbors at noon, and exchanged glasses with the county magistrate in the evening. After several banquets, he felt that the smell of alcohol was in his throat today.
When they returned home, both Zhu and Yaya had gone to bed, but the second uncle had not rested yet. He was sitting in the main room drinking tea. When he saw Song Mu entering the door, he also waved quickly.
"Second uncle, haven't you rested yet?" Song Mu hurriedly walked in and asked. Song Liangda just nodded and asked Song Mu to sit down aside.
"If you get enough sleep in the afternoon, you won't be able to sleep at night."
Song Liangda had a very happy time today. At noon, he got very drunk with a group of friends and neighbors. He slept all afternoon and only woke up at this time.
The uncle and nephew were sitting in the main room. Song Liangda poured a cup of tea for Song Mu who smelled of alcohol, and then asked directly.
"When will you go to the government school?"
Song Mu raised his head and glanced at the other party, and then he spoke.
"Maybe in the middle of this month."
Song Liangda nodded, but then asked again with some thought.
"Then, are you planning to live in the residence and study there... or..."
Song Mu understood what his second uncle meant. As the first in the college examination, he naturally wanted to enter a private school. Obviously his second uncle also knew about this matter. But now that his family was in a bad situation, he couldn't go with Song Mu.
Make a home in Fucheng.
So now Song Liangda also began to think about Song Mu's life in Fucheng.
However, Song Mu didn't care about this at all. At this moment, he smiled and said to Song Liangda.
"Second uncle, you don't have to worry about it. The government school will arrange accommodation, and I also have rice to receive this year. My daily food and accommodation expenses are enough."
Song Mu did not tell his second uncle about writing a book, after all, Song Mu did not want to publicize it.
Song Liangda waved his hand, with a worried look on his face.
"You can't say that. Brother Mu, you are also a scholar after all. You usually go to visit friends, and there are still expenses."
Saying this, Song Liangda had already dug around, took out a small bag of silver, and placed it in front of Song Mu.
"This is what several relatives collected for you today. It totals twenty taels of silver, which should be enough for you to use until winter."
Saying this, Song Liangda also had some thoughts on his face, but he still continued to speak.
"When the time comes, I will ask someone to send you some silver."
Song Mu looked at the bag of silver in front of him and let out a long breath, but did not take action. The Song family had some relatives over the past few generations, but most of them were estranged. Even if the Song family suffered in the past, these so-called cousins also
Most of them don't have any questions.
It was after the turmoil in Shiyang City that day and the great scholar showed his power that they remembered the relatives of the Song family.
However, Song Liangda didn't want to see them. Although he didn't look down on them, he returned all the gifts intact.
Most of the relatives who came today were relatives from the natal families of Song Mu's father and the wives of Song Liangda's two brothers, as well as relatives from Zhu's natal family and Song Mu's mother's family, whom she had never met before.
Zhu's natal family is from the countryside and has always been very kind. During the holidays, they often send their sons to carry some of the produce from the fields, and the Song family also receives a lot of care.
As for Song Mu's mother's natal family, they were wealthy locals in a town in Shiyang County. However, Song Mu's parents came for a funeral that day, and there was no contact with them after that.
Now that Song Mu was selected as a scholar again, he also came to seek relatives. Today, the two round-bellied uncles even tried their best to get close to Song Mu Tao.
Song Mu didn't have any bad feelings in his heart, but he had some feelings. All of this changed after he became a scholar.
But no matter what they did, after all, they were related, and Song Mu did not lose their face today.
As for the silver in front of him at this moment, Song Mu stretched out his hand and pushed it back to Song Liangda.
"This... Brother Mu, what are you doing?"
Song Liangda asked in shock, but Song Mu said calmly.
"Second Uncle, I am not short of expenses, so I will leave this money to you. The work on the city wall is almost finished now. Second Uncle, you may not have anything good to do in the future, so why not use this money to open a shop and make a living.
"
"Why are you talking about this? Besides, I don't know how to do business."
When Song Liangda saw that Song Mu had exposed his embarrassment, he quickly stretched out his hand to push the silver coin towards Song Mu. Song Mu stretched out his hand to cover it, but stared at Song Liangda with burning eyes.
"Second uncle, listen to me this time."
Song Mu said lightly. At this moment, he was wearing a student uniform, which gave him a somewhat mature and serious aura. Song Liangda was stunned and felt a little dazed for a moment.
"This is still inappropriate..."
Song Liangda continued to shirk, but Song Mu now spoke.
"If my second uncle doesn't know what store to open, I can tell you one."
Hearing these words, Song Liangda was obviously stunned, but he was also a little curious about what Song Mu was thinking.
And Song Mu also opened his mouth to talk one by one.
"Stewed stew shop? What kind of business is this?"
After listening to Song Mu's words, Song Liangda also frowned and scratched his head, with a bit of confusion on his face, but Song Mu still nodded firmly.
This happened yesterday when I was chatting with the shipowner. I saw some star anise and cinnamon products among the cargo. Only then did Song Mu know that these products were very popular in the Wen Dynasty and the price was not expensive.
The stew shop that Song Mu mentioned was actually a stall that Song Liangda opened by the east city wall to sell food to the porters.
Song Mu had also thought about this business. Now the wharf in Shiyang County has been built even bigger, because the Gan River narrows here and many large ships have to berth here to unload.
Moreover, the land roads from north to south are almost completed now, and there are a lot more merchants. Those who are traveling and doing coolies often look for food in the city to fill their stomachs.
There are already people doing this business, but the food they sell is either too bland or not cheap enough.
And the stew shop that Song Mu asked Song Liangda to open was to braise the mutton offal and pig offal.
In this world, people in the south not only eat mutton, but also gradually begin to eat pork, and there are gradually more cooking methods, but pig drainage is still not taken seriously.
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The men from the porters, merchants and caravans are not too particular about food, but if they can fill their stomachs and have a bowl of hot food with meat and vegetables, they are naturally welcome. Moreover, Song Mu also plans to ask Song Liangda to make some breakfast. The same
Sell to these people.
Song Mu has carefully weighed this career. Song Liangda is the kind of person who is careless, and he cannot control the business of intrigues. Zhu is also a straight-tempered person, so instead of letting the two of them learn from others to do big business,
, it is better to do a small business. Not only can you fill your stomach, but you can also supplement your household income.
At least he couldn't let the two of them take risks for the sake of his education and be tricked into taking away the last ancestral home.
"This...maybe it will work."
After listening to Song Mu's statement, Song Liangda was still a little confused at the moment, but Song Mu continued to persuade.
"Second uncle, you can give it a try, but there isn't much I can do to help the family now. You don't understand much about braised food. When the time comes, I will discuss this method with my aunt in detail, just to give you an idea."
"It really doesn't work. If we lose money by then, we won't do it. We will use the remaining money to buy land and rent it out. We can also earn two meals a day."
Song Mu said sincerely, and Song Liangda nodded repeatedly. He felt that Song Mu let him make the decision, which made him very proud.
After talking about this matter, Song Liangda did not touch the money on the table, but instead dug around on his body. After a while, he saw that he gave Song Mu something wearing a red string.
Song Mu recognized it at a glance as Wenmai Tourmaline, the Wenmai Tourmaline of the Song family.
Cultural tourmaline can be awarded to Jinshi. Each piece can evoke a huge amount of cultural energy from heaven and earth, so that poems can use the power of "showing saints". The tall shadows created by Jin Changwu and Li Mo'er that day were all blessed by tourmaline.
Appeared below.
"Brother Mu, now you are also a scholar. My second uncle also said before that when you become a scholar, our Song family's cultural tourmaline will also be handed over to you."
Song Liangda said this and handed over the thing in his hand. This time Song Mu didn't shirk and took it directly in the palm of his hand.
This piece of tourmaline is cylindrical, engraved with complex dragon and cloud patterns, and is extremely green. When he picked it up, Song Mu could feel the warmth with a hint of coolness.
This piece of tourmaline is much larger than the one Li Moer gave to him before, and the color is also more translucent.
"The most precious thing in our old Song family is this piece of cultural tourmaline. When your great master handed it down, you have always taken good care of it." Song Liangda also looked at the tourmaline and said to Song Mu at this time.
"It's just that I haven't been nourished by the Jinshi culture in the past few decades, and it doesn't look good now."
"Your great-great-grandfather said at the beginning that when this thing is worn on a Jinshi body, it will be radiant and splendid when the power is moved."
Saying this, Song Liangda looked at Song Mu with even more expectation.
"Brother Mu, my second uncle also hopes that in the future, you can also use Jinshi Wenli to nourish our Song family's cultural tourmaline again."