Supermarket Space: Traveling Through the Ages and Marrying a Rough Guy

The dried small fish that Song Xi caught and the little boy sold to her already weighed hundreds of catties.

If it is made into spicy dried fish or spicy dried fish, it can be sold for thousands of dollars.

Not only did I make money, but I also helped children in need, which is really a good way to have the best of both worlds.

Early the next morning, after breakfast, Song Xi and Zhou Yi went to the newly built school in Ping'an Village.

The school was indeed built according to Song Xi's drawings.

Entering through the gate, there is a very large yard, and behind it are several houses side by side, which look like several facade houses.

There are two large water tanks in the first house, and an earthen stove has also been repaired, but there is no iron pot at present.

Because the new iron pot is very expensive, you need a ticket to buy it.

But Song Xi has old pots and pans.

A back door was also opened on the side of the stove according to Song Xi's request. The reason why Song Xi requested this was because she planned to pile the firewood behind, and even planned to enclose the sandy land behind and take the children to plant some cash crops.

Song Xi walked to the back of the stove, stretched out his hand and opened the back door, and all he saw was a large expanse of sand.

The end of the sand land is connected to the barren hills. There is only a little bit of green on the barren hills, and most of them are stones.

The reason why Song Xi chose this place was because no food could be grown here, so no one would say that the school occupies a good place.

"Brother Yi, can you tell how big this sandy land is?" Song Xi squinted his eyes, looked into the distance, and asked Zhou Yi behind him.

Zhou Yi placed his chin on Song Xi's shoulder, and stretched out his arms to encircle Song Xi, "It seems to be about two or three acres! Even if it's less than three acres, it's about the same."

"Really?" Song Xi was slightly startled, even her brows twitched slightly.

There is such a large area!

That's really great. Watermelons are expensive, but they are easy to sell. If they are grown well, the yield per mu can reach 7,000 to 10,000 catties.

If these three acres of land were planted with watermelons and irrigated with spiritual spring water, wouldn't it be a fortune to make a fortune with an annual output of 20,000 to 30,000 jin?

What's more, watermelons can be grown in two seasons.

Sow in March, harvest in July, sow in June, harvest in October.

If the output is doubled, then the annual output will be at least 50,000 jin. Fruits are priceless in this era, which means that it is difficult for everyone to buy if they have money.

How much it can be sold at that time depends on Wen Qiang's price!

If you can order a one or two yuan, then it will really be sent.

Song Xi really became happier the more he thought about it, as if he saw the smiles on the faces of the villagers in Ping'an Village.

Suddenly hearing a serious coughing sound from behind, Song Xi quickly broke free from Zhou Yi's arms, feeling extremely embarrassed.

"Song Xi, is there anything wrong?" Qian Weimin asked standing outside the door of the first room, but he didn't go in.

Song Xi closed the back door, turned around and walked over, "Lack of firewood and clean water."

"I will arrange these." Qian Weimin nodded. He looked at Zhou Yi for a while, but he didn't expect the relationship between the two children to be so good, and he was very relieved.

As the head of Ping'an Village, he naturally wanted to see all the villagers live happily.

"There is still land in the yard that needs repairing."

As soon as Song Xi finished speaking, Qian Weimin asked Zhou Yi to call a few people to get tools to repair the land in the yard.

Zhou Yi glanced sideways at Song Xi and left.

Qian Weimin said to Song Xi, "The carpenters are rushing to work on the missing wooden doors. After the late rice is harvested, they should be fixed and the classrooms can be used then."

Zhou Yi came back soon, and brought Zhou Ping and the three of them with him, and then the four of them repaired the yard together.

There are many people and strength, and the land in the yard is quickly divided into vegetable beds.

After a while, someone brought their children over to sign up.

It is Xu Yunying and her three children.

Song Xi knew that Xu Yunying would definitely send her children to study, as she was not afraid of divorce, gossip, or hard work.

Whenever a child has a chance to succeed, she will never give up.

Although not everyone who reads has the opportunity to succeed, but reading has many benefits. At least one person can know the wider world and know more interesting things.

"Aunt Yunying, you came here to register so early. The three children are so good-looking. Come to the office and I will register for you." Song Xi took out the homemade roster and pencil from the cloth bag he carried with him, and greeted them. They go into the second room.

The second room is an office, and there is a desk and chair in it, which is obviously not enough, and the other desks and chairs should still be under construction.

Song Xi sat behind the table, picked up a pencil, and looked up at the person in front of him.

Xu Yunying pulled the eldest son over, and said in a business-like tone, "Mr. Song Xi, this is my eldest son, Xu Bing, who is fifteen years old this year. Is it okay to send him to study at this time?"

Song Xi naturally knew that Xu Yunying didn't want outsiders to know that they had a good relationship in private, lest the villagers talk nonsense.

After all, no one in the village has ever read a book, so not all of them are so sensible.

"As long as you want, you can read and write at any age. After all, you can live to learn!"

Song Xi registered Xu Bing's personal information on the roster, including name, age, and gender.

As for the others, I didn't ask so much. After all, we can meet each other every day and get to know each other gradually.

Song Xi registered Xu Yunying's three children in turn. The eldest son Xu Bing is fifteen years old, the second son Xu Qing is thirteen years old, and the youngest daughter Xu Yujie is ten years old.

After registering, Song Xi told them that all students start from the first grade.

As long as you can get more than 80 points in both homework, you will be promoted to the second grade.

The speed can be a little faster, and it does not need to be upgraded slowly year by year like the elementary school in the commune.

Some children are older and can be cultivated earlier and sent to high school earlier.

When I graduate, maybe I can assign a job in the city.

If the grades are excellent, they may be recommended to enter the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers University.

Even if it is recommended, the gold content is extremely high. If you read it, it will be the envy of everyone.

Seeing that all three children had successfully signed up, Xu Yunying had a relaxed smile on her face.

Song Xi thought for a while and said, "Classes start at nine o'clock in the morning on December 1st. I hope everyone can arrive here on time and don't be late. Do you understand?"

Song Xi also knew that children in rural areas had to help the family with housework, so naturally they couldn't go to school at seven or eight o'clock like children in the city, so she set the time at nine o'clock.

As for why the school start date was set on December 1st, it was because the late rice would be harvested in two days.

At that time, there will be threshing, drying, and public rations. There are quite a lot of things.

In addition, Zhou Yi said that there will be a banquet after harvesting the late rice, and it will take time.

It's better to postpone the start date of school a little bit, so that you don't have to rush to do anything.