Song Sanniang's Journey to Wealth

Although Song Dazhi and Song Laoer often passed by He Mansion from time to time, they were still a little nervous when they stopped at the door.

Song Sanniang was still as brave as a newborn calf and was not afraid of a tiger. She stepped forward and rang the door knocker.

After a while, the corner door opened, and a clever boy poked his head out and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"Brother, I'm looking for He Caimai. I have some fresh food at home and I want to show it to him."

The boy ran out, lifted the lid of the bamboo basket and took a look. Then he said to Song Sanniang, "Wait a minute," and went back inside.

After a while, He Caimai came out with a strong woman carrying a bamboo basket. "You came up with a new trick so quickly?"

"Thanks to He Caimai, you can come and take a look." Song Sanniang opened the fruit jelly and colorful taro balls for He Caimai to see.

"This is fruit jelly, which is made of fruit and milk. This is the taro and milk balls from last time with color added to make it look better." Song Sanniang introduced.

"Well, it's good. I tried it last time and it tasted good. The ladies in the mansion had just enough to share last time. This time, I'll order thirty bowls of each." He Caimai nodded with satisfaction.

Song Dazhi and Song Laoer helped put the sugar water into the bamboo basket brought by the healthy woman.

"We only made 20 bowls of double skin milk last time. Do you want He Cai to add this?"

"Add it, but since I've given it to you this time, you won't have to do it these days. If the lady needs it, I'll ask Xiao Caizi to go to the East Market and talk to you. Can you calculate how much it costs in total?"

"There are so many, I don't know how to count. He Caimai, please wait a moment." After saying that, Sanniang went to Song Laoer and Song Dazhi and asked them to settle the accounts. In fact, Sanniang had already calculated it in her mind, but she could not lose her illiterate personality.

After waiting for the two to finish talking, Song Sanniang replied to He Caimai: "He Caimai, double skin milk is six cents a bowl, twenty bowls in total, one hundred and twenty cents, fruit milk jelly is eight cents a bowl, thirty bowls, two hundred and forty cents, colorful taro meatballs is ten cents a bowl, thirty bowls, three hundred cents, a total of six hundred and sixty cents. Also, these sweet soups cannot be kept for a long time, you have to eat them quickly, otherwise they will go bad."

"Haha, girl, you are not good at math, but you have a good memory. You should learn math well."

He Caimai took out a purse from his bulging arms. The moment he took out the purse, his arms were instantly empty. He opened the purse and took out half a tael of silver and two strings of copper coins, each worth one hundred coins, and gave them to Song San.

Song Sanniang took the silver with both hands and said, "He Caimai, you gave me too much."

"Keep it, there will be no more next time." He Caimai was in a good mood and didn't take this little money seriously. Last time he sent this to the eldest lady's courtyard, the eldest lady rewarded him with ten taels of silver, as well as some writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone for her son who was studying with the second young master.

After the door of the He Mansion was closed again, the three of them returned to the ox cart. "Are we going to Zu'en Private School now?" Song Dazhi asked Song Laoer and his daughter.

"Yes, deliver the money to Zuen's classmates first. Will it disturb them now?" Song Sanniang replied as she gave the heavy money in her hand to Song Laoer for safekeeping. Song Laoer put the silver in his arms and hid the two strings of copper coins in the bamboo basket filled with sugar water.

"It's okay. They are still young and their schoolwork is not that heavy. It's okay for them to come out to get something." Song Dazhi replied, carefully steering the ox.

Soon, the oxcart stopped at the entrance of the private school. Song Dazhi got off the cart and picked up the basket. "I'll go in and deliver it and come out soon. You wait here for me."

The gate of the private school was open. Song Dazhi walked through the gate and walked towards the old man guarding the gate. "Uncle He, I'm the father of Song Zuen from the middle class. I'm here to give him something. Have they left class yet?"

The old man put down the book he was reading and looked up at Song Dazhi. "You came at the right time. There is still some time before the next class in the middle class. You should go quickly and don't delay."

Song Dazhi thanked Uncle He and hurried towards the middle class. Before he arrived, he heard bursts of children playing and laughing, as well as the sound of reading.

When he entered the middle class door, Song Dazhi immediately saw Song Zuen, who was among the students playing chess in a circle at the back of the classroom. He called out, "Zuen, I brought you some sugar water."

Before Song Zuen noticed it, Yu Xiaopang heard the shout and looked at Song Dazhi. He pulled Song Zuen's clothes and said, "Your father is here." Song Zuen looked up at the door, stood up and walked towards Song Dazhi.

"Dad, how did you get in? Next time, just give it to Uncle He and ask him to bring it over." Song Zuen took the basket.

Yu Xiaopang, Liu Datou and the other two had already followed. They all called out to Uncle Song, and then Yu Xiaopang took the basket from Song Zuen's hand and said, "This is our sweet soup, right?"

Song Dazhi looked at them with a smile and said, "This is your sweet soup. Take it out first. I'll take the basket away. You should eat it quickly. I heard that it can't be kept for a long time or it will go bad." After speaking, he took out money and gave it to Song Zuen.

"A bowl of double-skin milk is six cents, and a bowl of taro paste and milk balls is ten cents, a total of eighty cents. This is the remaining money. The extra two bowls are the salary that Sanniang gave you." Song Zuen took the money.

Yu Xiaopang and the others didn't care about the money. Yu Xiaopang took the basket to his table. The others helped to take out the sugar water, and then he returned the basket to Song Dazhi.

Song Dazhi took the basket and said, "I'm leaving first. I'll pick you up after school." After saying that, he touched Song Zuen's head and went out.

Yu Xiaopang and the others screamed as they opened the sugar water.

"Wow, the sugar water is different today,"

“The colors are so beautiful.”

"It smells so sweet, let's eat it quickly."

The noise of a few people attracted other students.

Song Dazhi went out and handed the basket to Song Laoer, "I'll take you to the East Market." Then he drove the ox cart to the East Market.

The East Market was as lively in the afternoon as in the morning. After Song Dazhi dropped Song Laoer and his daughter off at the entrance of the market, he rushed out to solicit customers.

Song Laoer and his daughter paid the stall fee and entered the market. The stall they used to set up was already occupied, so under the guidance of Hu Lianshun, the father and daughter found an empty stall and set up the stall again. Opposite this stall happened to be a pork seller, so Song Sanniang went over to return the basket.

As soon as the father and daughter set up the stall, people came to take a look from time to time, but people might not be hungry in the afternoon, so there was no business for the time being.

Suddenly, Song Sanniang saw two little beggars sitting in the corner diagonally opposite. Both were boys. The older one was about the same age as Sanniang, and the younger one was about the same age as Si Niang and Wu Niang.

The two men's clothes looked neat and tidy, and their hair was neatly combed. They didn't look like beggars, but there was a bowl in front of them.

Both of them were weak, the older one was better, but the younger one seemed to be fainting from hunger. The older one held the younger one, helplessly watching the passers-by.

Song Sanniang felt pity and couldn't bear to see this situation, so she patted Song Laoer and asked him to look at the two boys.

Song Laoer also felt sympathetic and said, "Sanniang, go get two bowls of sugar water for them." "Dad, give me some money and I'll buy two more buns for them." Song Laoer took out a few coins and gave them to Song Sanniang.

Song Sanniang took two bowls of sugar water and walked towards them. She leaned over and handed them to the older boy. "Here, eat quickly. Your brother seems to be fainting from hunger."

The older boy took the syrup and hurriedly thanked her, "Thank you, Miss. You are so kind." Then he opened the syrup and said, "What, what is this? I have never seen anything like this."

"This is double skin milk, feed some to your brother first."

Upon hearing this, the older boy started to feed the younger boy little by little. The little boy was conscious, but his hands and feet were weak. He ate the double skin milk obediently.

He ate with his eyes wide open. "Brother, this is sweet and delicious." He said weakly.

The older boy swallowed subconsciously and said, "You should thank this kind lady. She gave us food."

"Thank you, miss. You are a kind person." The little boy tried hard to force a smile.

Song Sanniang helped open the bowl of colorful taro balls and said, "Finish both bowls. Don't keep any. They contain milk and will go bad if left for too long. You will have diarrhea if you eat them."

Song Sanniang reminded them.

"Thank you, Miss." The older boy thanked her sincerely again.

"Are you brothers? Where are your parents?" Song Sanniang asked.

The older boy was silent for a while before he spoke with difficulty and explained the reason.