Both dogs are completely black, so they are simply called Dahei Erhei.
He was directly assigned to the first grade of junior high school and worked as his follower.
Song Qinghuan said: "When I have nothing to do during the day, I feed these two things good food and drink, and at night I take them out to roam around the house. After a long time, I don't need to care about them anymore and let them look after the house on their own."
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Chu Yi had to respond with tears and raise a dog for Song Qinghuan.
He was also afraid that his master would not let a young man like him raise a dog. On the first day of the new year, he went to Song Youyu and cried twice, saying that he could no longer be with the young master every day and that the young master should take care of his health.
Song Youyu held back his laughter and teased him: "In the future, you will be the dog-headed general in this house, what else can you be dissatisfied with."
On the first day of junior high school, I was hit again.
In the first year of junior high school, he often followed Song Youyu in and out, and he saw a lot of things. Song Qinghuan thought about it, and then transferred Chunlan's brother Song Dashan to follow him in the first year of junior high school.
It's not for anything else. If there is anything to do in the future, there is no need to ask Song Youyu for help.
Therefore, on the first day of the junior high school, this dog-headed general had not been in office for two days, and he had more followers under his command. He held his head high and held his chest high wherever he went, and he also seemed to be doing things very well.
Chunlan was born in the family, and because the Song family was getting worse every year, her brother Song Dashan had already reached his age, but he couldn't find a job in the government. He was delayed for several years, but now he finally got a serious job. Although
It's not a big deal, but she still made my mother very happy.
That night, he stayed up late to make a pair of winter shoes for Song Qinghuan. He also filled several large jars with pickles from home and sent them over to express his gratitude.
Song Qinghuan could only say a few words, but Song Dashan's family was so grateful, and they felt a little flattered all of a sudden.
Song Qinghuan had a hard time accepting the many things that Mrs. Song sent her. She pushed them twice, but when she saw that Mrs. Song and Chunlan were almost crying, she accepted them with embarrassment.
The Song family was in decline, and the lives of the slaves who had children in the Song family were not much easier.
It's okay for those who have errands, they can get a few bucks of monthly payment no matter what, but those who don't have errands can only dawdle at home. Since they are giving birth to children, they can't go out to find work, so the master just turns a blind eye.
Even if you close one eye, ordinary people would not dare to use it outside.
Xunmei also sighed: "What can we do? There are only so many masters in the house, and they are like carrots and pits. How can we support idle people?"
The Song family really cannot afford to support idle people now.
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For many days in a row, the whole city of Kyoto was busy with the matter of reconciliation between the Yiwangfu and the Song family.
The door of the Song family was closed tightly, and no one took a step out, but even a door could not stop the rumors that were getting more and more outrageous.
Song Qinghuan got up early every day. After breakfast, he went to Mrs. Song's place to sit for half an hour and recited passages of scripture together. In the next morning, he went to Mrs. Song's place to copy the scriptures for two hours.
The days passed by, as if they could not be more peaceful.
But there was no real peace. Song Qinghuan could not rest well for several days in a row. He was so anxious that his mouth blistered.
It wasn't because of the rumors outside. She dared to separate from Xiao Weihe that day, because she was not afraid of people who were rumored.
But, there is no silver in hand.
There was a small courtyard about the size of a palm in the south of the city. No one lived in it, and I didn’t have much money to rent it out for a month, so I thought about selling it.
After selling the small yard in the south of the city, I could scrape together the cash and buy a shop of comparable location.
I originally thought about renting a shop, hiring a pastry chef, and selling some pastries and tea every day, so that I could make some living money.
But these days, she even liked the pastry chef, but unfortunately no one wanted the yard.
At first, there were a few people who wanted to buy the yard, but in the end they just talked about it and nothing happened.
She didn't know what went wrong during this period. Song Qinghuan was puzzled. Seeing that the days passed and the yard could no longer be sold, she had to think of other ways.
It snowed again that day. Song Qinghuan took a lunch break and sighed when he saw the flakes of snow falling outside.
It would be great if these things could be turned into money.
After a few days of recovering from his injury in Texue, he was almost healed, so he hurried to Song Qinghuan to work on his errand.
Seeing that Song Qinghuan was not in a good mood, he persuaded her, "Girl, don't get angry. Don't you think the boat will straighten out when it reaches the bridge? There must be a way."
He added: "It's the New Year's Eve, and there are a lot of places where silver is needed. Maybe it won't be better until after the New Year."
Song Qinghuan glanced at Ta Xue and sighed deeply. Her mood was something no one could understand.
Because of the Heli incident, the Song family has completely offended the mother and son of the Queen of Tongyi. When Emperor Chengxing passes away in the future, anyone can sit firmly on the throne, but it cannot be Xiao Wei.
Otherwise, neither the Song family nor the Yun family would be able to escape Xiao Wei's vicious hands.
Furthermore, today's Song family has nothing to ask for, and it doesn't even have any value for use. If you don't find a way to show the value of the Song family, if something goes wrong in the future, no one will be willing to lend a helping hand.
Therefore, selling your yard and opening a pastry shop are just the first steps.
Having said the words of relief, he was still not worried when he saw Song Qinghuan, so he didn't say anything. He just packed up his things and prepared to send them to the old lady.
The snow is getting heavier and heavier today. On the first day of the new year, Song Dashan and Song Dashan came back from outside. Before they even had time to drink the hot tea, they took Chunlan and said hurriedly: "Go and tell the girl quickly that the courtyard
There is a master who wants to..."
Song Qinghuan's frown for many days finally disappeared today, and he hurriedly called Chu and Song Dashan into the house to answer the question.
On the first day of the month, he said: "I have never seen the master's house before. He is a young steward who came to see me. He only said that there are many liars in the country these days. They insist on meeting our master before they buy the yard."
"The girl is a rich man, and a slave can't be the master. So I'll come back quickly and ask the girl what she wants."
Song Qinghuan didn't think much about it, just thinking it was normal for the buyer to want to see the seller, and quickly said: "Then let's meet, what a big deal."
Then he said: "Isn't it better to be on the other side? Let's go out now."
After saying that, she stood up and asked Xunmei to find a thick cloak for her. Before she could go out, she paused again and said to herself: "No, let's make an appointment with the other party for another day. We are too much."
If you are aggressive, it will be easy for others to lower the price."
On the first day of the new year, he thought the same thing, so he immediately agreed and took Song Dashan out the door.
Song Qinghuan still went to the old lady to copy Buddhist scriptures, but his mood was different from the previous few days.
In the evening, Chu and Song Dashan spoke again.
"The master over there said, let's see when the girl is free." He paused and looked at Song Qinghuan cautiously, and said, "So I took it upon myself to make an appointment with the girl to meet at Xianglou at noon tomorrow.
