Chapter 220

In the twinkling of an eye, it's early June. It's getting hotter and hotter.

Fortunately, the workshop is located on the river. The convective river wind blows into the workshop, dispersing a lot of summer heat.

"This time, I worked hard and helped us transport so many sweet potatoes." Song Xintong looked at nearly 300000 Jin of sweet potatoes in the warehouse and was very grateful.

Jiang Mingzhao didn't come here this time. Instead, he sent a steward named Jiang to come here. Jiang's steward put forward his hand very kindly and said, "you're welcome, Mr. Song. There are many Zhuangzi farmers in Lingnan city. We'll take what we want to sell by the way. There's a total of 300000 Jin here. Lingnan city is almost finished. I'm afraid it's hard to find it later."

"I don't know if these are enough for Song Dong's family? If it's not enough, our boss says we should stop there and wait until we have new sweet potatoes. "

"Enough, enough." Song Xintong said hurriedly, "I saw that the appearance of these sweet potatoes are still very good. Now it's so hot. I didn't expect that these sweet potatoes in the south of Lingnan are still preserved so well. There's nothing broken."

"Some of Chuang Tzu's cellars have ice cubes, so they are stored for a long time." Jiang Guanshi said: "the Song family had better find some ice, so that they can keep it for a long time."

Last year, some ice was stored, but it's only enough for home use, and it's not enough for workshops. At most, it's a place to move a few pieces of ice to work for the workers, so as to let everyone get rid of the summer heat. We still have to find a way to grind all sweet potatoes into starch and dry them in the sun as soon as possible, and then we can make them slowly.

However, song Xintong didn't refuse, but thanks for Jiang Guanshi's reminding, "Jiang Guanshi came just in time, we just rushed out a lot in the night, you just pull back together."

Jiang Guanshi said with a smile: "we came here to pull noodles this time."

"Well, I'll take you there." Song Xintong led a few people into the warehouse, where the carriage and cart had been set up, waiting for Jiang steward to load the goods.

Soon, nearly ten thousand jin of vermicelli were loaded in the huge warehouse, and it was still finished now.

Jiang's manager crackled on his abacus, "ten thousand jin of vermicelli, four hundred taels of silver, one thousand jin of crushed vermicelli, ten taels of silver, three hundred taels of silver to buy sweet potatoes and fifty taels of shipping expenses, leaving sixty taels altogether."

Song Xintong nodded, heartache, heart plug.

After counting sixty taels, Jiang took a silver note of one thousand taels and handed it to song Xintong: "this is the ransom given by the Song family to the Yamen. Now it's returned to its original owner."

"..." Song Xintong's eyebrows are beating. Isn't it the one that Mrs. Zhang put on her feet?

"Didn't you invite the Yamen officials to drink?"

Jiang Guanshi: "I don't know about it. My master asked me to give it to you."

"Er..." Song Xintong looked at the bank note. It seemed that he was not from a bank. He felt a little more comfortable and took the bank note. "Please take charge of Jiang to thank your master for me."

After the money and goods were paid, the manager Jiang left.

Looking at the empty warehouse, song Xintong was very happy, "is it time to pay today?"

"Yes, I've just worked it out. Look at Xintong." Xie Yi hands the account book to song Xintong.

"So soon? Why don't you rest? " Song Xintong looked at the account book and was still right.

Yang Shu and Xie Yi came back from Lingnan city at dusk last night. They also brought back a lot of fruit trees. Today, Yang Shu took one of the fruit growers to the mountain to see how the pit was dug. If there is no problem, they will plant all the fruit trees at some time.

"I had a good sleep last night. I don't have to rest any more." Xie Yi said with a smile: "if there is no problem, I will go to Uncle yang to get the key for the silver."

Song Xintong looks at Xie Yi, who has gone out for a walk, becoming less shy and more confident. It seems that it's a good thing to go out and see the world more often. "This month, we often stay up late to work, and no one will give you an extra bonus of 300 Wen."

"Too much? If one person gets more than 300 Wen, 50 people will get 15 Liang more. " Xie Yi said.

"It's all right. I'm looking at everyone's hard work. It's just five or six days' extra pay here." Song Xintong pauses, "and I'll ask you to help me make all sweet potatoes into starch earlier, so you still have to be busy. I can't let you get so tired that you don't want to benefit others."

Xie Yi thought, "I'll go to Uncle Yang."

"Go ahead." Song Xintong looked at the empty warehouse, and then walked to the noodle drying yard next to him. Rows of bamboo poles were covered with long and thin strips, crystal clear and of excellent quality.

Walking through it, I went to the secret room where I made the vermicelli. Because of the constant firewood, the temperature was very high, and everyone kept wiping sweat.

"Didn't you send ice? Why not put it on the table? " Song Xintong quickly found the ice in the corner of the room, "it's useless for you to put it here, at least it's effective to put it beside you."

"Master, there's a lot of fire here. It's easy to turn into water. We're not afraid of heat. It's OK." The workers said.

"How can that be? What if you get heatstroke? " As soon as song Xintong stood inside, he felt hot. What's more, they stayed here every day and looked up to the outside. The sky was blue and scorching. "The sun is too hot. Don't do it at noon. Take a rest and don't get heatstroke."

"Daya, bring the ice here and put it closer." After Song Xintong finished, he said, "if there is no ice, just tell the poplar, and I'll send a little more."

"It's too much. You keep it for your own use."

"Save a cellar of ice in winter, and you won't have to save it next year." Song Xintong went out and told the aunts who were in charge of cooking to make more mung bean soup in the afternoon to avoid heatstroke.

Song Xintong went to the place where he rolled sweet potatoes in front of him. Because it was facing the river, it was much cooler. "Uncle he, I'll tell you something."

Uncle he came over, wiped his sweat and said, "Xintong, what's the matter?"

"Well, now I asked Mr. Jiang to help me find a lot of sweet potatoes. You saw them just now." Song Xintong said, "but now it's getting hotter and hotter, and it's more and more troublesome to keep it, so I'll see if you can grind out the sweet potato as soon as possible to make it into starch for easy preservation."

He Er Shu nodded, "that we also come to do in the evening?"

"I'm afraid you can't bear it." Song Xintong pauses. "Now there are almost 15 people grinding here. I wonder if I want to invite some more people back to finish it before July. I think the current weather, these sweet potatoes can last until late June."

Invite people to come, it means that their wages will be divided away a lot, some people are not willing to side, "Xintong, we can afford to eat, can afford to eat."