"Why not?" Song Shi asked with a sneer.

"You drove my Xinghuang off the donkey cart, but Zhou Laoshi was treated as a mute. Of course he was bribed by you. Even if you ask him to come, he won't tell the truth! My Xinghuang is really wronged. She originally had a good heart and wanted to call him

You go to my son-in-law's wine shop to sell sweet fruits, so that you can make more money, but you regard her kindness as a donkey's heart and lungs!" Yan Fengying described her daughter Song Xinghuang as having a bodhisattva heart.

"Auntie, what do you think we should do?" Song Shi asked. Yan Fengying didn't agree with what she said, so she should just listen to what Yan Fengying said about the head office.

"Song Shi, don't try to fool me. No matter why my daughter was kicked off the donkey cart, the key now is that my Xinghuang is sick, and you have to pay for her medical treatment!" Yan Fengying took a step closer to Song Shi and said.

"Auntie, how much do you want?" Song Shi wanted to see how big the appetites of Song Xinghuang and her mother were.

Yan Fengying had already figured it out. Song Shi sells 150 Qiaoguo a day, which costs two cents each, which makes it three hundred cents a day. With thirty days in a month, that's nine taels, "Twelve taels!"

"Ah, ten taels, Fengying, what kind of disease does your Song Xinghuang have? Does he have to kick his legs?" A woman asked. She had never heard that it cost ten taels of silver to treat any disease.

"I see, what she wants is the money for the coffin." The woman who said this was Xie Linglong, a woman who gave birth to three daughters, and she looked down upon Yan Fengying the most.

"You...you can't eat grapes and say sour grapes. I need ten taels of silver anyway. It doesn't matter if I lose a penny. The miracle doctor said that it will cost ten taels of silver to cure my apricot." Yan Fengying made up her mind not to give her ten taels of silver.

Two pieces of silver, and she won’t leave!

"Auntie, there is a miracle doctor who can cure Song Xinghuang and he won't charge you a penny. Please bring Song Xinghuang over." Song Shi thought of a way. If Yan Fengying wanted to cure Song Xinghuang, he would cure her herself.

"Bah, I think you are reluctant to give money." Yan Fengying didn't believe it. There are miracle doctors in the world who treat people's illnesses without taking money.

"Aunt, let me tell you. If it can't cure Song Xinghuang's disease, I'll give you double, twenty taels!" Song Shi said confidently, Wang Caihua pulled her hard, and Song Shi

Give your mother a look that says she's fine.

"Are you keeping your word?" Yan Fengying became excited. Anyway, her daughter was not ill, so she said she was not cured and she got twenty taels.

"Forget it, you agree?"

"Agree." Yan Fengying was waiting to receive the twenty taels of silver.

"Okay, let's ask Monkey God to treat Song Xinghuang. You can bring her here. Even the best doctor in the world is not as powerful as Monkey God."

"Ah Shi is right, my pumpkin was burned that time and it was nonsense, it was Monkey God who cured it." Pumpkin's mother said.

"Yes, my dog ​​Shen was also cured by Monkey God!"

"And my mother-in-law."

Yan Fengying lowered her head, slowly backed out of the door, then turned around and ran away. She did not dare to let Lord Monkey God treat Song Xinghuang, because if she had a hundred courages, she would not dare to lie to Lord Monkey God.

"Yan Fengying, why are you running away? Please tell me whether Monkey God needs to treat your daughter." A woman grabbed Yan Fengying's sleeve.

"No... no need." Yan Fengying pulled back her sleeves and started to run again.

"Fengying, your Xinghuang is dying. The Monkey God can treat her, but you said no, are you really here to extort money?"

"I think it's just money extortion. I thought King Caihua was easy to bully, but she didn't expect Ah Shi to be easy to bully!"

Yan Fengying ran away dejectedly without saying a word.

Wang Caihua blamed herself very much, lowered her head and walked silently into the house. Song Shi came over and held her hand. She looked up at Song Shi, her eyes were red, "Ah Shi, my mother is useless, she can't do anything well."

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She should have shielded Song Shi from the wind and rain and prevented others from bullying Song Shi, but now it was completely the other way around, and she did nothing to help Song Shi.

Song Shi pouted and was very unhappy, "Mom, I don't allow you to talk about yourself like that. I'm here, I can solve it."

"Alas!" Wang Caihua still thought she was too useless.

"Mom, let me tell you something happy. Look, this is the money you earned from selling the sugar-fired dumplings you made." Song Shi put 30 coins in her mother's hand. She took a total of twenty sugar-fired dumplings and sold them.

He bought twelve of them, gave away six to others, and sold each for two cents, which should be twenty-four cents. In order to make his mother happy, Song Shi gave out thirty cents.

This was Wang Caihua’s first time earning money. She looked at each piece of money in her hand and found it rare. But after looking at it again, she was no longer confident, “Ah Shi, this is really sugar-coated money.

Are you trying to make me happy?"

Everyone knows how to make sugar-fired roasts, but what she made is not that good. Is there anyone who really knows how to buy it?

Song Shi returned to the donkey cart and took out the remaining two sugar fires from the basket. "Mom, in addition to the remaining two sugar fires, if you want to find another sugar fire, do you think I will take your surname?"

Throw the sugar fire on the road?"

If Song Shi threw the sugar fire, Wang Caihua could break Song Shi's legs. She really searched the donkey cart and couldn't find the sugar fire before she believed that it was really sold. Her hands trembled with excitement.

Holding Song Shi's hand: "Ah Shi, can you make more sweet and fire shaomai?"

Making sugar-fired roasts is different from making Qiaoguo. Wang Caihua made the sugar-fired roasts entirely by herself. She would naturally be more excited if the sales were good.

Making Tanghuo Shaomai is not as profitable as selling Qiaoguo. Tanghuo Shaomai uses a lot of white flour and has to be filled with stuffing. Each one is only sold for two cents, so there is no profit. But if it can cheer up my mother, Song Shi will certainly be willing.

"Mom, of course you can make more. Several people said they would buy more tomorrow, so just make twenty-five." Song Shi said.

The next day, Song Shi came to town with 200 Qiaoguo and 30 pieces of sugar to burn on fire.

Yesterday, Wang Caihua made twenty sugar-fired roasts during the day. She originally thought that if she could sell them, she would sell them, and if she couldn't sell them, she would eat them herself. Knowing that the sugar-fired roasts were easy to sell, she excitedly finished her meal and made ten more.

With so many sugar-fired roasts, Song Shi thought he would have to sell them to potatoes again and give a few to Lord Guan. However, the sales of sugar-fired roasts were particularly good today.

"Girl, your Tang Huo Shao is so delicious, even better than those made by those time-honored brands. As expected, your Qiao Guo is so good that even the Tang Huo Shao has flowers!" The man who won two Tang Huo Shao for free yesterday came again.

I'm here, this time I'm here to buy sugar and burn it.

Song Shi: "..."
Chapter completed!