Scholar's Sweetheart

Hearing this, song Xintong couldn't stop thinking.

Those outsiders must also want to eat meat. They all want to buy some meat. If she goes to sell some meat, her business will not be too bad.

Moreover, she still remembers the strong men she met in the restaurant that day. They didn't seem to be short of money. They were willing to eat more than a hundred Wen at a meal. There should be a lot of small stewards who didn't need money to dig the river. They should be able to sell some stewed pig's hooves and so on.

Song Xintong secretly made up his mind, and then listened, "is there a lot of work in charge of river digging?"

"Yes, quite a lot." He Baiyun didn't think much about it. He said directly, "after the river is repaired, Qingjiang county will be prosperous."

Song Xintong thought about it. She had heard a father say the same thing.

Qingjiang county is named because it is not far away from the source of Qingjiang River, so it got the name. Qingjiang River flows down the river, and then flows south along Lingnan City, directly to the direction of capital of Dazhou.

Therefore, the Qingjiang River near Lingnan city has been repaired very well, and the upper part of the Qingjiang River source is not navigable because of the rapid flow and the narrow channel.

Now we need to widen the upper reaches of the Qingjiang River. After that, the transportation will be convenient and Qingjiang county will be prosperous.

Moreover, what song Xintong thinks is that after the river course is built, the wharf will be built. This is the inevitable law of development.

Thinking of this, song Xintong closed his eyes and had a plan in his heart.

"Xintong, it's better for your family. You don't have to work." He Baiyun is a little envious.

"I can't tell when they get older." Song Xintong continued to sew the clothes.

"I just came in and saw Dabao and Xiaobao practicing calligraphy. What do they say is the binding?" He Baiyun asked.

Song Xintong said: "tied two sandbags."

He Baiyun slightly surprised, "so small tied?"

Song Xintong said with a smile, "that day, I heard the grandson of the village say that he had to bind sandbags when practicing calligraphy. These two did not admit defeat. They also went to the stream and dug several jin of sand to come back and let me bind them."

He Baiyun burst out laughing after hearing this, "Dabao, they are really funny."

"I also say that they are strong in their bones, so I tied them a little bit, and then I felt like it." Song Xintong helplessly shakes his head, "can't practice too long, a incense will have to rest."

"Why?" He Baiyun asked curiously.

"Children's hands are delicate. They are too heavy. If they can't practice calligraphy well, they will hurt their hands." Song Xintong tells he Baiyun what he knows.

"It turns out that it's not easy to be a senior official if you want to be a scholar." He Baiyun smiles at Song Xintong mysteriously, "do you know your cousin song Changyuan is back?"

"He's not my cousin, our family can't get up." Song Xintong didn't like the Song family who lived in the village.

"Oh, listen to me. I'm laughing to death." He Baiyun put down his work and said, "don't they have to pass by my house when they go home? Yesterday, I sat in the shade of our yard and heard song Qingxiu call Wan Chunyue's sister-in-law. That Wan Chunyue has no face and no skin to answer. If I were Wan Chunyue's mother, I would have torn her. I'm not ashamed."

Song Xintong slightly pick eyebrows, did not expect this ancient little girl so precocious.

"What do you do with them?"

He Baiyun said, "I don't know how to deal with them, but I think these two people are too wonderful, and they all want to be ladies."

Song Xintong hissed, "it's hard to say if song Changyuan won the exam, and even if he won the exam, can Zhang Cuihua let song Changyuan marry the people in the village?"

"Then I don't know. Maybe wanchunyue has a way?" He Baiyun also couldn't help laughing and said: "I see that she doesn't even have a chest. Fortunately, she wants to be a sister-in-law. It's really shameless."

"Whatever they do." Song Xintong didn't like to talk about it and continued to sew clothes.

"Xintong, you don't know that all the girls in the village want to marry handsome scholars or CHILDES. Now many girls are staring at Song Changyuan. Even if their family is not good to you, they will rush to the door." He Baiyun said.

Song Xintong chuckles, "I'll know when I get married."

After a pause, he asked jokingly, "the village likes pretty young scholars. What about you?"

"I don't like it. I like the diligent teacher." He Baiyun said, and a faint blush appeared on his white cheek.

Song Xintong took a look, did not ask, just said: "since they all want to marry Xiucai childe, why not marry Lu Xiucai?"

He Baiyun immediately said: "Lu Xiucai is not disfigured. How can those girls like people with terrible scars on their faces?"

"As for that? There's no shortage of money at home. " Song Xintong doesn't understand. Isn't this marriage about a wealthy family?

"You haven't met Lu Xiucai. Of course you don't know. The scar is terrible. It's frightening." He Baiyun said, "some people want to talk to each other, but they don't want to see Lu Xiucai's face."

Song Xintong thinks he Baiyun and they are exaggerating too much, and she doesn't think that face is so terrible.

"Whatever it is, it has nothing to do with us." He Baiyun in a twinkling of an eye wanted to open, will do the buckle to song Xintong, "how? Is that ok? "

"Well done." Song Xintong boasted, "you are too fast."

"I do it at home every day. Of course it's fast." He Baiyun said with a smile, "I'll make some women's common ones for you, and then you can sew them directly."

"It's very kind of you, Baiyun." Song Xintong has spent a lot of time on these buttons. Now someone has solved them for her. It's really good, "who will marry you in the future?"

He Baiyun lowered his head in shame.

Half an hour later, song Xintong sent he Baiyun away. Then he got up and went to the kitchen to make dinner.

There are also some green vegetables and streaky pork at home. After thinking about it, song Xintong made a pot of "stew in disorder", which is Sichuan's special maocai. After cooking in the special soup, he poured oil, sprinkled various seasonings and chopped onion, ginger and garlic. A pot of spicy and delicious homemade maocai started.

"Wow, it smells good." The twin brother was very supportive.

Song Xintong looked at a big bowl of steaming maocai. Because he added a lot of dogwood sauce, the color was very beautiful, bright red.

I tasted a piece of it. It was very fragrant, spicy and cool.

But for song Xintong, who has eaten better maocai, this bowl of maocai still lacks a lot of things. It lacks the fragrance of sesame and peanut, and the spicy taste is not pure enough. It needs pepper to taste better.

But there's no choice but to make do with it.

Song Xintong looked at the sweating Dabao, "really delicious?"

The lips were red hot Dabao nodded, "delicious, do not believe you can ask mother-in-law autumn they."

Song Xintong thinks it's reasonable, so he scoops out a bowl and runs to her mother-in-law's house.

Autumn mother-in-law son and aunt Xie just came home, is sitting in the yard to rest, see she came, asked: "new Tong how come?"

"Grandma Qiu, auntie, I made a dish. How do you taste it for me?" Song Xintong hands the bowl to Aunt Xie.

Aunt Xie sniffed, "Oh, it's really delicious. You can ask from a long distance. You can eat when you smell it."

Autumn mother-in-law tasted, "delicious!"

Aunt Xie and Xie Yi's three brothers tasted it and said it was delicious.

Song Xintong has the bottom of his heart, "Auntie, how do you think I'll sell it on the construction site?"