It's hard for my elder sister. I rely on the mountains to farm and pay off my debts.

On the way to the Song clan leader's house, Wu met Tian who was also going to the Song clan leader's house.

The two sisters exchanged pleasantries as soon as they met. "I've been busy at home lately, so I didn't ask you how your jelly business is doing."

Tian said leisurely, "Now that I'm old, I have to be busy making jelly every day and selling it from street to street. It's really a bit too much."

"But later, I found a small restaurant and gave them some profit. Every day I delivered more than 20 pieces of jelly there, and I could make 20 or 30 coins, and that was enough for me!"

Mrs. Wu nodded repeatedly in agreement, "That's right. You have to take care of yourself. Maomao still depends on you."

Tian glanced at her little grandson who was jumping around beside her and said with emotion, "I saved it, don't worry."

Song Zhi walked behind and looked at the old man and the young man, one with a weathered face and the other young and naive.

But because of the opportunity of jelly, there is finally a little hope in life.

However, making and selling jelly is hard work after all, and staying up late and working hard for a short period of time may not have any noticeable effects on the elderly's health.

But over time, if you are reluctant to eat and use food, you will definitely not get enough nutrition, and then your body may collapse.

Thinking of this, Song Zhi couldn't help but feel compassion.

After I finish this busy period, maybe I can ask Grandma Tian and others to help me spin wool and do some lighter work.

As Song Zhi walked, she was thinking about the possibility of this matter in her mind.

There are many families in the village who are as poor as Grandma Tian. For example, Song Daya's family has only two children who depend on each other.

Providing them with a stable and long-term job is definitely better than her carrying jelly out in the wind and sun to sell it.

Moreover, there are many people selling jelly in the village now, and the jelly she, a half-grown child, can make is limited, so she is afraid that she cannot compete with others.

There's not much she can do, but she's willing to help her neighbors to the best of her ability.

Just like when their family was in trouble, everyone was willing to do their bit to help.

Song Zhi was so absorbed in her thoughts that she unknowingly arrived at the Song clan leader's house.

The noise of talking outside the door brought her back to her senses.

"Do you know the cement floor at Azhi's house?"

"I know, I know, I've been there!" The woman tutted her tongue twice and said enviously, "Don't tell me, it's even brighter than a floor paved with blue bricks!"

"That's right, that's right. I asked my uncle when I came here, and he told us to come here just to talk about cement!"

As they were talking, a woman saw Wu and her group and hurried forward to greet them, "Auntie, you're here too. Tell us where you bought the cement."

"I think this cement is not only strong and durable, but also easy to maintain. Unlike our yellow soil, it becomes muddy when it rains."

The other villagers nearby also echoed the sentiment, and were obviously very attracted by the cement floor.

Everyone asked questions at once as they surrounded Wu and walked towards the courtyard of the Song clan leader.

At this time, many people had gathered in the yard. When the head of the Song clan saw Wu coming, he called out to her and waved to her to go over first.

The Song clan leader led his men to stand under the eaves of the corridor and said to the villagers in the courtyard, "I called you all here today because I have something to discuss with you."

"You've all seen the cement floor at Azhi's house, right?"

The villagers nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, we have. We also need to build a kang at home, and we want to buy some cement to pave the floor!"

Clan leader Song nodded and said, "That's right. This cement was actually invented by Ah Zhi. Now Ah Zhi is willing to share the method of making cement and has proposed to open a cement workshop in the village together."

Having said that, Patriarch Song paused for a moment, looked around at the villagers who were all surprised, and then raised his voice and continued:

"From now on, this cement production will be owned by our village collectively. Everyone can work in the cement workshop and receive monthly wages. When the workshop becomes profitable, we will also open a school in the village to teach children to read and write."

Everyone was stunned for a moment. After a while, someone in the crowd gradually came to their senses and asked hesitantly:

"Uncle, what you said... is this true? Is our village really going to open a school?"

Chief Song looked at the villagers in front of him who were full of suspicion, and he understood their feelings very well.

After all, running a school seems too far-fetched for them.

But he patiently explained, "You heard me right. What I said is true. I have Ah Zhi to thank for this. She was willing to teach the villagers how to make cement because she wanted everyone to have a better life."

"But, Uncle, can this cement workshop really make money?"

"After all, this cement is probably unheard of for most people, so how many people would be willing to buy it?" Some villagers expressed their concerns.

At this time, Song Zhi stepped forward to explain, "Auntie, let me ask you first, are you moved when you see this cement floor?"

The woman nodded subconsciously, "But what's the point of just being tempted? We have to get people outside to buy it!"

Song Zhi continued, "Auntie, I only took one look at the cement floor of my house and was moved. How do you know that others won't be moved by it the same way when they see it again?"

"Haven't you been looking forward to having a clean, smooth cement floor in your kang room?"

"Think about it. The county magistrate has already designated our village as the first pilot village for kangs. After the summer harvest, the county magistrate will summon the village heads and village heads from all the villages to visit our village and promote kangs."

"By then, village heads and villagers from all over the country will gather in our village."

"What do you think they will think when they see the clean, tidy cement roads and floors in our village?"

“Would you also like to build such a cement ground in your own village?”

"And this cement has many uses. It can not only be used to pave roads, but also to plaster walls. If the county magistrate also thinks this cement is good and advocates for its promotion throughout the county, then we will have a lot of business!"

"It's only a matter of time before such a good thing gets spread!"

"We can boldly imagine that if this cement business can be expanded, or if we can sell this cement to Lin County, or even further afield, what a huge business it would be!"

When the villagers heard this, they were all excited and their hearts were already imagining the scene that Song Zhi described in their minds.

Some people were attracted by the beautiful blueprint outlined by Song Zhi, and there were also more rational villagers.

"Is this cement expensive? If it's too expensive, I'm afraid others won't be willing to buy it even if they're tempted."

This brings us to the issue that everyone is most concerned about.