A renowned ancient physician transmigrates into the body of an abandoned woman, only to be sold off

Hearing Song Ziming's words, Song Zhili asked with some doubt, "Ziming, do you not like going to school?"

Song Ziming nodded vigorously. "Yes, sister. Every day when my second brother teaches me to read, I feel sleepy and have no interest in it at all. But then I think about how my second brother's leg prevents him from going to school, and how painful it must be for him. So whenever my second brother teaches me, I try my best to learn."

But no matter how hard I try, I forget the words my second brother taught me the next day, forcing him to teach me all over again. Sister, do you think I'm stupid? Actually, I want to be as good as my second brother, but I can't!

After saying this, Song Ziming became even more dejected, lowered his head, and his eyes were filled with tears.

Song Zhili stepped forward and patted his head. Goodness, children in ancient times are really precocious. Song Ziming is only seven years old, yet he has so many things hidden in his heart!

"Ziming, can you tell your older sister that you don't want to go to school? What do you want to do? Do you have any wishes?"

Song Ziming nodded repeatedly, "Sister, I want to learn martial arts so that when I grow up I can protect you, Father, and Mother from being bullied. I also want to go to the battlefield and become a general!"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhili's lips twitched involuntarily. This guy has quite lofty ideals; he actually wants to be a general!

"Ziming, I think your idea is excellent, but there's one thing: if you want to become a general, you need to learn to read and write properly now. Have you ever seen a great general who is illiterate, right?"

"What if you really end up on the battlefield someday? Even if you become a general, you wouldn't know how to write a letter home. Wouldn't that be incredibly embarrassing?"

Hearing Song Zhili's words, Song Ziming thought about it carefully. He felt that his older sister made a lot of sense. It seemed that he would have to study harder with his second brother in the future.

"Ziming, if I told you I would hire a martial arts master to teach you martial arts, would you be willing?"

Suddenly, a name popped into Song Zhili's mind: He Chengjing. She remembered that his lightness skill was so amazing, so his martial arts skills must be quite good as well.

I just don't know if he's willing; he doesn't seem to want to show off his martial arts skills in front of others.

"Sister, is this true? Of course I'd like to! But Master Wu will cost a lot of money, and our family doesn't have that much."

Song Ziming was initially quite happy, but after thinking about the current situation at home, he changed his mind.

"Alright, it's getting late, you should go to sleep early. I'll go and ask about this matter for you, and I'll tell you the results later. But there's something you have to promise your older sister: if your older sister really does find a martial arts instructor for you, you can't neglect your studies. You must study reading and writing diligently with your second brother, understand?"

"Yes, I understand, sister. I will definitely work hard to learn to read from my second brother."

Song Ziming nodded vigorously, stood up, patted his bottom, and said, "Then you should rest early, sister. I'll go back to my room first."

After he finished speaking, he walked briskly into his house.

Looking at his back, Song Zhili could feel that he was in a very happy mood.

She plans to talk to He Chengjing after she returns from her stall tomorrow to see if he's willing. If he's not, she'll hire a martial arts instructor for him later when she's making money.

However, she knew she would have to wait a while. With that thought in mind, she quickly went back inside, took out the cloth bag, and knocked on Hu Cuicui's door.

"Father, Mother, are you asleep?"

No sooner had Song Zhili finished speaking than the door opened. "Da Ya, it's so late, what do you need? Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Song Zhili glanced at the sky; it was only a little past seven in the evening. She sighed inwardly, feeling helpless. In modern times, this time was still very early, but in ancient times, people would have already been planning to go to sleep!

"Oh, I just have something I want to tell you. Father and Mother, please come to the main room in a little while, and also call Grandpa, Grandma, and my eldest brother over."

After finishing her sentence, Song Zhili turned and left, heading towards the main hall.

Song Dashan and Hu Cuicui hadn't lain down yet, and they exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with confusion.

Then the two of them went out of the house. Song Dashan went to call Li Shi and Song Hai, while Hu Cuicui went to call Song Zidong and Ji Qingqing.

After everyone arrived at the main room, Song Zhili turned around, walked to the door, and closed it tightly. Then she went to the table, took out the cloth bag, and poured all the copper coins inside onto the table.

Everyone else was dumbfounded. "Da Ya, what are you doing? Why did you pour out so many copper coins?"

Ms. Li realized what was happening and saw that the windows inside the room were not closed properly, so she quickly ran over and closed them.

Then, like a thief, with a furtive look on her face, she walked to the door again, carefully looked at the door, and only after seeing that it was closed tightly did she walk to the table.

"You silly girl, you didn't even close the window properly before pouring out so many coins! What if someone saw you!"

"Hehe, Grandma, I didn't notice. I'll be more careful next time."

Song Zhili said apologetically, then looked at everyone and addressed them.

"These copper coins are the ones we earned selling fish balls today. Let's all count them together. I don't really know how many there are."

Upon hearing that this was a copper coin earned from selling fish balls, everyone looked at each other in disbelief.

They hadn't asked about Song Zhili and the others' return yet, but now, seeing so many copper coins on the table, they were all incredibly excited.

Even Song Zidong was surprised for a moment. He knew that all the fish balls were sold out today, but he didn't know that there were so many copper coins.

So Song Zhili gave each of them some copper coins and asked them to count them. Actually, Song Zhili had a rough idea of ​​how many copper coins she could get, as the fish balls she took out today weighed only about twenty catties.

Then there were some slices of meat, but not many, only about five or six pounds.

Today we sold about a dozen servings in bowls, and the rest were sold by weight.

Including the money from selling the meat slices, there should be around three hundred copper coins. Sure enough, as she expected, everyone counted the copper coins and checked them. There were a total of three hundred and seventy-five copper coins.

The cost of making these fish balls is not too high for them at the moment. After deducting the cost of buying meat, they make a net profit of nearly two hundred copper coins.

If we keep it up for a while, we can probably earn back the money we spent on that little cart.

"Wow, I've earned so much in just one day!"

After Hu Cuicui finished speaking, her mouth was slightly open, and she was so surprised that she could hardly speak!