Song Sanniang's Journey to Wealth

When the sun was about to set, everyone packed up and went down the mountain.

On the way back, Song Sanniang taught everyone how to handle the herbs after returning.

When everyone has processed the herbs and is ready to sell, they give them to her and she helps sell them.

When I returned home, my aunt and the others were all there, and the house was filled with freshly made mooncakes.

When Mrs. Song Er saw Si Niang and her partner, who were sweating profusely and covered in grass debris while playing, she laughed and scolded them.

Song Laoer was making a chicken coop. The chickens had grown up, so he needed to make the coop higher. He didn't make it from scratch, but just made a higher section and then he could tie the chickens up on top when the time came.

The fourth and fifth mothers saw him making a chicken coop and ran over.

"Dad, didn't you say you would teach me how to play pots?" Wu Niang pouted and asked.

"Sister, I've already told you, why don't you remember that you should do important things first, playing is not important." Si Niang frowned and said,

Song Lao Er laughed and said, "Fourth Lady is really sensible. Fifth Lady, don't feel wronged. Look what's behind me."

Upon hearing this, Wu Niang quickly ran behind Song Lao Er and saw a ready-made pitching pot with a few arrows stuck in it standing there quietly.

Wu Niang cheered, "It's the pot-tossing game. Dad is so kind." She picked up the pot-tossing game and came to the front.

This is an extremely simple pitching pot, with a bamboo tube in the middle that is as long as an adult woman's forearm, and two small bamboo tubes the size of teacups on each side attached to the middle bamboo tube like ears, with the mouths of the tubes level with each other.

All the arrows were carefully polished, and even the arrowheads were made round and blunt to prevent the children from hurting their hands. The arrow tails were decorated with chicken feathers as feathers.

This small pitching pot embodies a father's love for his children.

The four women didn't understand the rules of pitching pots, they just knew that as long as they hit the target, everything was fine. While making the chicken coop, Song Lao Er watched the two children playing with a smile on his face.

Song Ersao was already in the kitchen preparing dinner, while Song Sanniang was counting the mooncakes she had made today.

Yesterday, I made 480 mooncakes with molten fillings. I baked two batches of 80 in the morning, and in the afternoon, I made 400 mooncakes in total.

Maybe Mrs. Song thought of putting what she made the next morning into the Seven Stars and the Moon, and there were exactly one hundred boxes packed here.

Song Sanniang ran to the kitchen and said, "Mom, we still owe a lot of Seven Stars and the Moon today. We need to pack more Seven Stars and the Moon these days."

Mrs. Song did not stop working. "Got it. If the baked ones are not enough tomorrow, just open some of the four boxes and put them in the Seven Stars and the Moon."

After giving these instructions, Song Sanniang helped Song Ersao to cook dinner.

After dinner, everyone started to count the accounts. Today's total sales were 130 taels and 200 wen. After deducting the money for the mooncake boxes, the total was 125 taels and 2 qian. Song Sanniang had already paid for the rest of the material costs herself.

Qin Haodong's wages were 6 liang, 2 liang and 6 wen, and the wages of my aunt and her three companions were 4 liang, 1 qian and 7 wen each.

So Song Laoer's family had 106 taels, 4 qian and 2 wen.

This is the money for a house in front of everyone.

It's very strange. In the past, when people had a few hundred coins or taels, they would be happy and smile.

When such a large sum of money was placed in front of everyone, everyone fell silent.

It’s like, you used to earn a few thousand yuan a month, but suddenly you can earn hundreds of thousands a day. What you should do at this time is to keep silent and keep a low profile.

Si Niang and Wu Niang didn't quite understand everyone's silence, but they tacitly chose to remain silent.

Song Sanniang recorded the account and said, "Okay, bring all the molds tomorrow, and we will start working in two shifts tomorrow.

There needs to be someone in the morning and someone in the evening, Dad and Mom, who else do you think you need to ask for help?"

Song Ersao had already thought about it, "My mother is still strong, I want her to do the daytime work, and let the two sisters-in-law take turns to stay up late at night."

"Then we still need two more people?" Song Sanniang asked again.

It is really difficult to choose the candidate, because we have to ensure that the person we hire is clean and efficient, and does not leak the formula.

"The third son's wife should be tight-lipped too, let's add her in, daughter-in-law, you go down and talk to her later." Song Lao Er suggested.

"Yes," Song Ersao responded.

"That still leaves one person missing."

Originally, Song Lao Er wanted to invite Song Dazhi's wife to come, but was rejected by Song Sanniang. If the family of Song clan leader invited Xiao Liu to come, wouldn't that be equivalent to offending all his other wives?

It was Song's second wife who said, "Since Xiao Liu can't be invited, then let's invite Da Liu."

The idea of ​​inviting the old wife of Patriarch Song was unanimously agreed by the father and daughter, so it was decided.

So everyone went their separate ways. Song Lao Er went to the Song clan leader's house to talk to him, Song San Niang went to talk to Niu San's aunt, and Song Er's wife went back to her parents' home to invite her mother.

Needless to say, if there is an opportunity to make money, even an old woman in her seventies or eighties lying in bed unable to get up would probably get up and shout to go, and everyone would agree.

First we agreed on confidentiality, then time.

Grandma Chen, Mrs. Liu, and my aunt are in charge of the daytime.

My second aunt, Aunt Niu San, and Sister Cuihua are in charge of the evening.

After making the arrangements, Song Ersao and Song Sanniang began to prepare the fillings for the next day.

The dim candlelight in Song Laoer's house did not go out until late at night.

The next day, Grandma Chen and the other two arrived early. Grandma Chen and Mrs. Liu were both in high spirits.

She looks more energetic than Song Sanniang, who goes to bed late and gets up early and looks pale.

"Come on, come on, I, an old woman, am here to work," Grandma Chen shouted with full energy.

"I, an old woman, also want to make a living." Mrs. Liu said with a smile.

But Song Laoer and the others were very excited and quickly poured water for them.

Then I started to get the materials and arranged the work as usual.

After Mrs. Song and her aunt briefly explained the situation, the two old ladies knew the whole story.

They did not hesitate and started working immediately. Their hands and feet were so nimble that if Song Sanniang was there, she would probably be the one with trembling hands.

I baked four batches this morning. Together with last night's, today I have forty boxes in paper boxes, thirty-five boxes in wooden boxes, and thirty-seven boxes of Seven Stars and the Moon.

When Song Dazhi came, he did not bring Song Zuren with him, because their family's snail business had officially come to an end.

It just so happened that more than a hundred boxes of mooncakes were enough, but Song Laoer wanted to sit in the front with Song Dazhi.

Song Sanniang could no longer sit comfortably in the middle. She could only sit at the rear of the car with her back to the road.

The mooncakes have to be tied up with ropes to prevent them from falling on the road, and the journey will also be slower.

When they arrived at the West Market, Qin Haodong and his brother had been waiting for quite a while. Everyone worked together to put the things in place.

Today I rented two long tables to accommodate the decoration. I just finished setting it up.

Some people came to line up yesterday.

In the past two days, some families have received this mooncake. Everyone thinks that the taste is novel, sweet but not greasy, and the packaging is elegant. It has also spread among relatives, friends and colleagues.

As soon as Song Laoer and his friends opened their stall, everyone came.

Liu Laowu was watching from the crowd, and saw Song Laoer and his daughter talking and laughing with Qin Haodong and his brother. Song Sanniang would occasionally touch Qin Haoxi's head with a smile.

Later, Qin Haodong gave a bundle to Song Sanniang.

This made him very happy, he felt that their relationship was now set.

He quickly ran towards Tianshui Lane.