Scholar's Sweetheart

Over the next few days, business got better and better in the evening, and more shrimp and snails were needed.

Song Xintong's daily routine is to make stewed meat first, then brush shrimp, then go to the construction site to sell food, brush shrimp at home, and fry vegetables at night.

At the end of the day, the whole person was so tired that he felt almost dead.

Song Xintong brush shrimp, looking at the side of the tired and thin aunt Xie, "aunt, we can't do this, we should ask someone to come back to help."

Aunt Xie, who was buried in the water, raised her head and looked at her. "Now people in the village are staring at you. What if you ask a spy to come back?"

Song Xintong thumped his back, "just wash and brush, we are not afraid, we are so tired, don't get sick at that time, the gain is not worth the loss."

"Is there a suitable person for Xintong?" Aunt Xie is not talking about anything. She is really very tired these days. She goes home every day to drink a few mouthfuls of Shaojiu and then goes to sleep with her head covered. She is also busy with her work at home every day. Dayi and her family are busy, too. Although Xintong cooks some delicious food every three or five times to make it up for everyone, she can still see that the sky is getting thinner.

Song Xintong thought about it, "that day, the widow Wang that mother-in-law Qiu said was OK. She looked smart, or she should come."

Aunt Xie thought, "but she still has a baby. I'm afraid she has to bring it every day, and she still has work at home?"

"It's OK. It's a clever one. They should be able to play together with Xiaobao." Song Xintong now wants to relieve her pressure, "let her brush shrimp and cut snail tail at that time. Without this kind of work, we will save a lot."

Aunt Xie thought about it and nodded, "she's honest and a good worker, but she's too poor."

"How much did you pay her?" Aunt Xie asked again.

Song Xintong thought, "according to Jin, the more money you do, the more money you get."

"Isn't that..." aunt Xie wanted to let her take advantage, but she thought that her own family was the cheapest. "Well, I washed this and went to tell her. She asked me two days ago. I thought we could do it, but I didn't agree."

"It's better to have one more person, or you'll be in the water all day." Song Xintong looks at his swollen hands and frowns. When the work here is finished, he goes to the county to buy some hand cream. He will grow a pair of rough hands when he is 15 or 16 years old.

"At that time, we have to ask widow Wang not to talk about it. If we let those people know how you clean and do it, they will have to steal it." Aunt Xie said and couldn't help laughing: "what the young man who came to buy our snail yesterday said made me laugh to death. He said that he wanted to take back a set of three Wen money and had been addicted to it. Unexpectedly, he looked very fragrant and almost knocked his teeth off with a mouthful of sand and stones."

Song Xintong has been speculation, where will hear this joke.

A few days ago, when they began to collect snails and lobsters, some people thought that she gave them too low a price, so they took them and sold them by themselves. But they didn't wash them thoroughly. As a result, others were cheated once and didn't want to go there again. Although the price was half cheaper and the taste was bad, even if it was full of mouth sand, everyone would choose a little better.

"It's still our secret recipe. Don't let anyone steal it." Aunt Xie said.

Song Xintong, of course, has no objection. Seeing that Aunt Xie has finished washing, she can't help but say, "aunt, why don't you inform the widow now? I really don't want to brush shrimp."

Aunt Xie couldn't help laughing. It was the first time that she complained, "then I have to blanch the water first?"

"No, I'll do it." Song Xintong hurriedly pushes aunt Xie out, and then starts to cut into the water. Later, he will blanch and pour in the water.

Just after half a quarter of an hour, aunt Xie came back with widow Wang.

Widow Wang led a yellow skinny boy, some formal dynasty song Xintong smile.

Song Xintong looks up and down at Wang's mother and son. Although they are shabby, they look clean and clean. They want to be clean when they are in food business. If they are full of fingernails, who can eat them?

Widow Wang felt that the girl of the Song family was full of momentum. She did not dare to make a sound when staring at her. She was worried for a long time and said, "girl of the Song family, you can rest assured that I will do a good job."

It seems that Aunt Xie and she said, song Xintong also did not say more: "Aunt Wang, don't be stiff, my work is always stained with water, I don't know if you can stand it." And she took widow Wang to the back of the house.

"You can do it." Said widow Wang at once.

Song Xintong nodded, "the main thing is to brush the dirty things under the shrimp abdomen with a brush, and to trim the snails."

Widow Wang nodded her understanding.

"The aunt will try first." Song Xintong simply taught her, and then handed the brush to widow Wang.

Widow Wang is a smart hand. She starts her hand soon. Then she carefully asks song Xintong, "song girl, can I do this?"

"Yes, my aunt did a good job." Song Xintong pointed to the other side of the threshing bucket, "wash it clean and throw it in here, here is not washed."

"Good." Widow Wang nodded, "I see."

Aunt Xie winked at Song Xintong. After understanding, song Xintong nodded, "Aunt Wang, you also see these jobs. You only need to wash 500 Jin every day, and cut 50 Jin of snail tail. It doesn't matter whether you can finish it or not. I calculate by Jin and you, two Jin for a penny."

Widow Wang Leng for a moment, "a Wen two jin?"

"Yes, I'll give you as much as you brush." Song Xintong nodded, "but my only request is that we can't tell others how to deal with these shrimps."

"I know, I know." Widow Wang immediately promised, "I won't tell anyone. Don't worry, Miss Song."

Song Xintong nodded, "mother-in-law Qiu introduced her aunt. Naturally, I believe in her character."

"Miss Song, you can rest assured that I will do well." Said the widow.

Song Xintong nodded, "when I brush, if I encounter dead shrimp, I will throw it into the bucket over there. Don't put it in together."

"I understand." Widow Wang replied, "shall I start now?"

"Yes." Song Xintong pointed to another threshing bucket and said, "it's almost more than 600 Jin every day. Now there are still about 500 Jin left in it. I'll trouble my aunt."

"Well, I'll do it now." Widow Wang sat down on the small stone steps where her son had been sticking to one side. "Little tiger, sit here obediently. Mother will work first."

The tiger headed child sat aside obediently.

Looking at such a small child, song Xintong felt distressed. "Auntie, it's cool on the stone steps. If you don't let him go to the front and play with Xiaobao, the age difference is not big. You should be able to play together."

"Little tiger, can my sister take you to the front to play with my brothers?" Song Xintong squatted on the ground, took little tiger's hand and asked.

Little tiger looked at his mother, he wanted to go.

Widow Wang looked at Song Xintong with some trepidation, "will it disturb their study?"

"No, I'm playing now." Song Xintong directly picked up the man, walked forward and led him into the hall, "Xiao Bao, I brought you a little brother."

Xiaobao's eyes brightened and he laughed three times: "ha ha ha, I'm not the youngest at last."

"Little brother, I'll give you sugar." Xiaobao is very generous to pass sugar to xiaohuzi, coax xiaohuzi eyes are bright.

"..." Song Xintong looked at Xiaobao and sighed. After coming out of the room, he met aunt Xie.

Aunt Xie said, "Xintong likes children so much. She can talk to her parents earlier and have one of her own."

As soon as song Xintong thought of giving birth to one of his own and waiting for him to poop, he had a headache and shook his head: "aunt, I'm not in a hurry."

Aunt Xie just thought she was shy, "what are you shy about? It will be 15 in two months. It's time to discuss marriage. "