Chapter 190

Song Xintong was embarrassed to smile. She also took advantage of a previous life. If she didn't live a longer life, and the great Zhou Dynasty didn't have these new things, she would have to work honestly like a village girl. Then she went to the mountains to pick up mushrooms, cut firewood, and sell them in the county. After that, she took money to pay off her debts. She went round and round and wasted a long time.

"Your family are all smart, and they don't know how your father raised them." Old lady Qiu sighed.

"Grandma Qiu, they're all very smart, but they're still young, not yet." After a pause, song Xintong said, "soon you will be able to enjoy Qingfu. When sister-in-law Juan gives birth to a baby, you can enjoy xuansun at home. How comfortable you are."

"Hey, hey, I have to go after mid autumn." On hearing xuansun, Mrs. Qiu's wrinkled face burst into laughter, and then looked at Song Xintong's stomach, "you're fast, too."

Song Xintong smiles, "it's still early." May 20 is only three months.

"It's almost the end of the year."

Should it be around the end of November? It was chilly at that time. But also in winter, it seems not so uncomfortable not to take a bath in confinement. In this way, song Xintong unconsciously touched his stomach. Since he learned that he was pregnant, he liked to touch his stomach from time to time. He began to bulge slightly and grew a lot of meat.

If she had not fainted because she was so busy, she would not have found that she was pregnant. She would have thought that she had gained weight.

"Zhang Cuihua, what do you recite?" A woman who was washing clothes by the river called out to the flower on the other side of the river, "it's bending your waist."

The sound was so loud that song Xintong couldn't help looking across the river. Sure enough, she saw Zhang Cuihua wearing her favorite red and gorgeous dress, which she wore every time she went out to the market.

Zhang Cuihua is in a very good mood because her son has won the entrance examination of a scholar. She tells everyone how powerful her son is, for fear that others will not know. Now someone starts to talk, and she will not let it go: "this is not my long-term entrance examination of a scholar. I have to celebrate my great joy. I don't want to go to the county to buy some useful things."

Another washwoman said, "Oh, is that so? When? "

Zhang Cuihua said with a smile: "look at the day set in the 15th of this month."

"Then there won't be two days?" The woman asked, "will you do something big? Why don't you invite all the people in our village? "

"Er..." Zhang Cuihua grins dryly. Before long-term examination of a scholar, his family took all the savings to him to dredge up. Recently, he has a little spare money because he has sold a lot of sweet potatoes. He plans to invite relatives, several families who are close to him and the village head. He doesn't want to hold a big banquet at all.

The woman saw Zhang Cuihua's evasion and hissed at her heart. Then she said to herself, "it's time to do something big. After all, it's a great joy for your scholar to be a scholar, isn't it?"

She didn't want to do it in a big way. If she didn't have enough money, she wouldn't flinch and only prepared a few tables.

"Don't forget to invite us. I'll take my son to be a scholar, and I'll come back after a scholar's fame. Yesterday, my son told me that your scholar came back on horseback, and the whole village can't find such a powerful family..." another woman, Balabala, flattered him. "Before, the third son of the Song family made a house and invited the whole village, You've made so many good wine and meat, aren't you bad? "

At the mention of song Xintong, Zhang Cuihua's heart is uncomfortable. However, when she thinks that her son is a scholar, although she married a scholar, she is a disfigured scholar. In the future, she won't be the number one scholar in the exam, so she feels comfortable.

At the same time, he didn't want to be compared. He yelled: "how can it be! I'm sure it won't be bad. It's even better than theirs. Our family has been admitted as a scholar. It's much more festive than making a house. On the 15th day, you'll all come. "

"Well, we'll be there that day. You can rest assured."

Zhang Cuihua answered with a smile, and then said to the people working outside the dam: "everyone is here. It's just right. I don't bother to inform you one by one. On the 15th day, everyone came. If you are not here, please let me know. But if you break up some relationships, don't come. "

Several washing women gave a dry smile and didn't answer.

Zhang Cuihua looks at Song Xintong sitting on the opposite dam. Hum, who told you that you didn't listen to her before, or now you can get some light. It's too late to regret it!

In this way, Zhang Cuihua's heart is more comfortable, carrying a basket on her back and walking home quickly.

Autumn mother-in-law son toward the ground spat a, "who love who go to, her things I also fear poison!"

The woman who washed sweet potato couldn't help laughing: "you're too careful. You can't eat meat."

"No, I have a toothache!" Said Mrs. Akiko.

"I don't want to go either. Let my old man take some grandchildren with him. If he doesn't eat, he won't eat."

"Well, wash your sweet potatoes." Autumn mother-in-law turned to look at Song Xintong, "Xintong, Zhang Cuihua, they are very happy now, everyone is holding, you don't want to see."

"It's nothing. I'm a scholar in the exam. It's normal to be happy. It's nothing to do with me." Song Xintong hissed, then patted the light blue skirt, got up and said: "mother-in-law Qiu, it's late. I went inside to get the account book and went back first."

"Good, good." Autumn mother-in-law exhorted, "be careful on your way, Daya, don't look at the wild birds nearby, so as to protect Xintong."

Daya should be: "know le."

Song Xintong walked from the workshop to the accounting room with a lock on the door. "Where's Xie Yi?"

The worker who passed by said, "master, brother Xie went to the warehouse to check the goods."

It's not the end of the month. What can I order? Jiang Mingzhao didn't send a letter to deliver the goods in advance? Song Xintong suspiciously looked at the direction of the warehouse, and then walked towards the warehouse.

As soon as you enter the warehouse, you can see Xie Yi leading the workers to tie up the vermicelli and stamp the packing strip engraved with Tongji on it.

"Why are you here?" Song Xintong walks over and asks Xie Yi.

Xie Yi quickly got up and said, "I'll count these packing strips. It's enough. It can be used for 15 days at most. I have to make some more in these two days."

Packing strip - similar to the layer of paper used for wrapping noodles in modern times, but narrower. It is used for fixing and propaganda.

Originally, poplar trees were directly tied with cattail leaves or rice seedlings, which was not only economical but also convenient. But song Xintong thinks that this kind of packing strip can play a propaganda role. No matter who buys it, they all know that it is the first thing they sell in Tongji, and it can also attract more agents and so on.

The cost of this packing strip is one Wen for a small piece and five Wen for a large piece. It can be bundled in a large bundle.

Of course, the bundles are of high quality, which are specially sold to big customers. This is also proposed by Jiang Mingzhao. As for some scattered ones, a little bit later, they are bumped into a big sack, which is still marked with Tongji.

Of course, the cost of batch production is not too high. In the end, it's all up to Jiang Mingzhao.