"Dad, you'd better stop hunting and make molds at home." The molds made by his father were very good, and Song Shi planned to sell them in the shop.

"Making molds? I can make more than a dozen a day. A mold will last a lifetime. If I make it every day, who will I sell it to?" Song Wang doesn't want to stay at home and make molds every day.

Selling molds is a matter of luck. If you get a chance to sell a few, if you don't get a chance, you can only stare. So Song Wang knew that Song Shi didn't let him hunt because he thought it was too dangerous.

"Dad, just listen to me. Make the mold first. If it doesn't work, you can go hunting." Song Shi took Song Wang's arm and begged him, and Song Wang agreed.

The next day, Song Hao and two other people took a donkey cart to the town with Song Shi, and even Wang Caihua followed.

"What is Song Shi doing?" Liu Bafeng stretched his neck, wishing he could reach out to the donkey cart that was driving away to hear clearly.

"It's just a fool's errand. Just watch, she'll be like an eggplant beaten by frost in a few days." Li Mianhua said in a strange tone.

She is living a very hard life now. She was originally lazy, and her man, like her, is not a hard-working person either. Her family has to look for corn in the grass on the land they farm.

In the past, she could still pull some things from Li Zaohua's house, but now because of Song Shi, Li Zaohua ignored her, and Song Xinghuang died again. She didn't get a penny, and Li Mianhua's life was almost like drinking from the northwest wind.

"It's really hard to say grapes are sour." Everyone else stayed away from Li Mianhua.

In fact, Li Mianhua was badmouthing Song Shi every day, but Song Shi was becoming more and more promising every day.

When he came to the shop, Song Shi took out the drawings of the cabinet and told Song Hao in detail how the cabinet should be made. Song Hao said he could make it.

"Uncle, is there anything that can surround it and prevent the ashes from getting in?" In the shop, Song Shi didn't want to put the pastry into the basket and cover it with a cloth like she did in the market. She wanted people to come into the shop,

You can see the flowers and cakes.

"It's a scarf, but it's easy to break." Song Hao saw someone nailing the scarf on the cabinet.

"Uncle, you do it first, I'll go out for a walk." Song Shi wanted to look for a scarf. If it's suitable for use on the cabinet, he would buy some.

Song Wang stopped her and said, "Ah Shi, take your mother with you. Your mother hasn't been to town for a long time."

Except for the first year of their marriage, when Song Wang borrowed a donkey cart and took Wang Caihua to the town, Wang Caihua was always in the village.

Song Shi took Wang Caihua out and walked around slowly, "Mom, just tell me what you want to buy and I'll buy it for you."

"I don't want to buy anything, just take a look."

Song Shi had just rented a shop and hired someone to make cabinets, which must have cost a lot of money. Wang Caihua was reluctant to spend any more of her daughter's money.

Song Shi didn't persuade her mother. Anyway, when she saw something suitable, she would buy it for her mother.

Compared with the time when Wang Caihua and Song Wang came, the town had changed so much that she couldn't find any familiar place. Wang Caihua didn't have enough eyes to look at this strange thing and that she had never seen before.

"Ah Shi, wait." Wang Caihua suddenly stopped Song Shi. She was standing in front of a stall and couldn't move.

The stall owner is an old man, very old, with gray beard and hair. He sells wooden combs, hairpins, and other wooden gadgets. The business is not good, and Wang Caihua is the only one in front of the stall.

Song Shi came over and said, "Mom, buy whatever you like."

Wang Caihua pointed at a comb. It was an ordinary comb, but she looked at it without blinking and couldn't move her eyes away. "How much is this?"

The old man glanced at it and said five words.

Song Shi paid for it for his mother, then picked up a wooden hairpin and inserted it into Wang Caihua's hair. "Mother, it looks really nice on you. How much does this cost?"

"Twenty cents." The old man glanced at it again and replied.

At twenty cents, Wang Caihua felt it was too expensive and hurriedly took it down, "Ah Shi, Mom doesn't need a wooden hairpin. I'm already so old, so I won't wear it."

"I bought it." Song Shi gave her twenty coins, put the hairpin back into her mother's hair, and took her away.

Wang Caihua kept wanting to go back, return the wooden hairpin to the stall owner, and get the twenty coins back.

Song Shi took her to a stall selling wontons and sat down. He ordered a bowl of wontons for himself and his mother, "Mom, my wooden hairpin is fine, and I won't give you a refund. Eat the wontons."

"I'm not hungry." Wang Caihua had seen how Song Shi spent money. She spent money like water. She didn't stop Song Shi from giving her his own flowers, but she couldn't spend them on Wang Caihua.

"Mom, if you don't want to eat, I can't finish it by myself, so I have to give it to it." Song Shi pointed to a black dog next to him and pretended to call the stall owner to pour the wontons to it.

Such good wontons were fed to the dog. Wang Caihua gave Song Shi a squeeze and lowered her head to eat the wontons.

After eating the wontons, the mother and daughter came to the door of a cloth shop, but Wang Caihua refused to go in, so she let Song Shi go in by herself.

Song Shi went in by herself, and Wang Caihua patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't that she didn't want to accompany Song Shi, but she was afraid that Song Shi would buy her clothes again and she wouldn't be used to the clothes here.

After Song Shi bought the scarf, Wang Caihua asked when he came out, "Ah Shi, why did you buy this? The linen at home is better than this."

This stuff is expensive, but it doesn't last long and is not as useful as linen.

"Mom, this is not a drawer cloth. You will understand when the time comes." Song Shi wanted to use the gauze as glass.

The two of them returned to the shop. Song Wang and the others were eating wontons. Song Shi saw that her mother was confused, so she explained: "Mom, I called the stall owner and asked him to deliver wontons to my father and the others."

Wang Caihua regrets this. If she had known she would not have eaten that bowl of wontons, she would have saved money on a bowl of wontons.

Song Shi also guessed what her mother was thinking, "Mom, you raised me so big, and if you can't even bear to eat the wontons I bought, then what are you raising me for? Mother, I know where the money should be spent.

There is no idle spending. Don’t worry, I won’t be short of money after renting this shop.”

It only cost ten taels to rent this shop. Although Song Shi's money was not abundant, it was not stretched.

"Really?" Wang Caihua was afraid that Song Shi was just announcing the good news so she didn't complain.

As the old saying goes, a child wants to be raised but his parents don't treat him well. Song Shi didn't want to experience that kind of regret again. She wanted to be filial to her parents in this life. Song Shi took Wang Caihua to look at the yard behind the shop.

There are two houses in the yard, facing south, there are three walnut trees, and there is a well. Housing is not a problem. Wang Caihua is very satisfied.

"Mom, why did you buy that wooden comb?" Song Shi knew that her mother had made up her mind not to spend her money.

Wang Caihua's face turned red, and she became squirmy as she tugged at the corner of her clothes.
Chapter completed!