When Luo Yong borrowed corn seeds this time, he naturally did not forget his disciples. Although many of his disciples are now running cement workshops outside but not in the village, their family members live here.

After Luo Yong moved these twenty disciples to Xipo Village to live, more than twenty more families appeared at the sheep shed, which seemed to be the size of a small village.

Because they are doing business here, there are some merchants and vendors coming here to buy goods every day. There are also many cement-carrying porters coming and going from the cement road in front of their shop, so even if they are in the countryside, they don’t feel lonely at all.

"Shopkeeper, give me five liters of soy sauce." On the afternoon of the day, the sun shone brightly outside. In a small shop near Xipo Village on the sheep pen, another customer of today was welcomed.

"Hey, here we come." The shop saw a slightly plump proprietress. She was sitting cross-legged on the head of the kang, poking a wool felt seat cushion with a signature. At this moment, she heard the sound and quickly put down the work in her hand and got off the earthen kang. Xiaoying greeted the young vendor: "How about it, the five liters of the past two days were sold out. Is this soy sauce in my house good?

"Where has it been? I heard that you are selling soy sauce that Luo Sanlang used to make. I am afraid it will take a while to know whether your sauce is good or not." The vendor took off his hat and slapped himself in the wind.

"It's not that we can sell it just by taking it over, we have to take care of it ourselves." The boss lady smiled. The Luo family made the sauce every day, and didn't think it was difficult. When they just took over this job, they were always unsure. If the soy sauce in the big jar was not done well, it would be a whole jar.

One liter of soy sauce costs two cents. The vendor bought five liters, and the boss's wife gave him half a liter to add to his head. This is also the practice that Luo used to leave behind before.

The vendor paid the money and took on the burden to the next house to buy fermented bean curd. In the Luo Family Sheep House, each store basically only sells the same items. Every time they come back to buy goods, they often have to go to several stores. The trouble is a little trouble, and it is refreshing.

After the guests left, the woman sat back on the earthen kang and continued to poke her wool felt cushion.

This woman is Yang Silang's wife Liu. She was the one who improved the tools for poking wool felts. Now their family has moved to Xipo Village. Yang Silang has good skills in making wool felts and makes wool felts in his backyard every day. His wife is responsible for poking wool felts and looking at the shop. It is enough to earn some money to sell soy sauce every day. The couple usually have to save the wages for making wool felts.

"Someone came here to buy soy sauce just now?" Yang Silang also came out of the backyard at this time.

"No, I bought five liters." The soy sauce they sold is still made by Luo Yong before, so most of the money they earned from selling soy sauce was given to Luo Yong. Five liters of soy sauce cost ten cents, and Luo Yong got nine liters of soy sauce and they got one liter. They made two or three transactions a day, and it would be no problem for a family of people to eat and drink.

"I'll go to the village to get some cashmere." Yang Silang said.

"You go. When you come back later, go to Xu's house to bring all the children back." Liu muttered: "I asked them to learn arithmetic. They didn't even know that they were back. They had to wait for people to come over and shout. Today, when they all came back, I must say the previous one."

Yang Silang waved his hand and went straight to the outside of the shop. His wife is old and she has become more and more obsessed in the past two years.

"Wait and remember to pull out two mustard trees and come back. Let's eat ginger tonight." Liu shouted again from behind.

"I know." Yang Silang responded loudly.

Walking on the cement road in front of his house, there were shops opened by his fellow disciples and brothers on both sides. Many people were not at home at this time, and the shops were all watched by the elderly, children and daughters-in-law. They either went to the floor or worked in the workshops in front. Recently, many people went to other villages to boil cement, and they thought they would be busy until the beginning of winter.

Yang Silang is good at making wool felt seat cushions, and he himself wanted to develop in this direction, so he did not go out to do other work. His family did not grow any fields seriously, but just opened a vegetable field and planted some beans.

Now he makes wool felt cushions in his backyard every day, and then tidy up the vegetable fields in the morning and dusk. The children at home can also help the family. The first thing he does when he wakes up every morning is to mix the sauce jars of his own. Most of the shops are his wife watching, and he also pokes the wool felt cushions. In this way, the family lives a stable and peaceful life.

Of course, it would be even better if his wife didn't let him do housework all day long.

Just like this, he asked him to call his child home and then pull up one or two mustard greens to go back. This is nothing. Yang Silang mainly dislikes the work of washing vegetables and dishes...

"Yang Si, where are you going to the master?" Someone in the shop next to him greeted him.

"That's right." Yang Silang responded with a smile.

Their fellow disciples have recently opened the same shops, but there is some competition among them. However, the relationship is generally good and they have not been hurt by the business.

After all, even if you can’t do business, you can do other things. Follow their master and you will never have to worry about your future.

Yang Silang walked slowly along this concrete road towards the Luo family yard. He stayed in his backyard to make wool felt seat cushions all day long, and occasionally he should go out for a walk.

On the other side of the Luo family's yard, there is a house specially used to store wool of various colors. The wool there is also enough. Yang Silang has to go there every few days. Even if he is not short of wool of any color on hand, he is happy to go there to take a look.

These disciples who are good at making wool felt seat cushions actually want a room like that. Unfortunately, it is not possible to accumulate it in a short while. If there is not enough funds, they don’t even have to think about it.

Recently, some people outside said that Luo Sanlang was in debt, but they didn't look at the accumulation he had on hand. Just the Ducai saplings all over the hillside were worth no matter how much it was.
Chapter completed!