"Although my family is not short of food and drink, it is not rich enough to support six more people."
"Then I don't care. Anyway, you have to take care of my food and drink, otherwise I won't let Zhao Di go." Mrs. Qin raised her neck and said ruthlessly.
Song Qiaoqiao laughed angrily when she heard this: "Second Aunt, you are doing this again, have you really not thought about these three sisters?"
Cheng Qingwen looked her up and down and said with a smile: "I see that your hands and feet are intact. You don't look like a disabled person. Why can't you even cook a meal?"
Song Pandi rubbed her swollen and painful forehead and said, "How can she cook? Her mother's family relies on her mother, her husband's family relies on her sister-in-law before the family is separated, and her daughter after the family separation."
Song Zhaodi led the two of them out and said, "Miss Cheng, don't take what my mother said to heart. People who don't work don't have food to eat. I know this. Just follow your instructions. Here at my house, I
It will be taken care of."
Cheng Qingwen smiled and nodded, and said with a chuckle: "Some people still can't get too used to it, so as not to get kicked on the nose."
Looking at the person in front of her and nodding, she took Song Qiaoqiao back to her home.
As soon as Cheng Qinghan entered the door, he took off his heavy cotton coat and walked behind Lian Zhi who was settling accounts.
"What are you writing?"
Lian Zhi put down his pen, smiled and asked people to sit down: "Aunt Cheng said that you plan to open a store in the town, so I'll make a calculation. The rent for a better store in the town is about forty or fifty taels a year.
, if you want to buy it, it will start at three hundred taels anyway."
"So expensive." Cheng Qingwen held her forehead and underestimated it softly. She didn't expect that housing prices were also ridiculously high in ancient times.
Lian Zhi nodded and took out another piece of paper: "Including tables, chairs, benches, and the purchased raw materials, we have to save at least five hundred taels. But if we open a restaurant, we can still save a lot of money.
Yes, after all, there is no need to buy these ingredients grown in the fields."
Cheng Qingwen watched the person in front of him moving the abacus and rubbed his painful forehead: "If we really open a store, you will be the proper settler."
Lian Zhi looked at the person in front of him fondly and said helplessly: "Sister Hanhan."
Cheng Qingwen smiled and glanced out the window: "It's the fourth day."
Lian Zhi thought he was talking to her and subconsciously raised his head, only to see the person in front of him touching the bracelet on his wrist and looking out the window in trance.
She blinked, decided to pretend she didn't see it, lowered her head and continued fiddling with her abacus.
In the afternoon, the snow fell a little less.
Cheng Qingwen brought a pile of wood from nowhere and put it in the yard to knock. Song Qiaoqiao sat next to it for the whole afternoon and couldn't figure out what he was doing.
It wasn't until several days later that a complete sugar-making truck appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
"Wanwan, what are you doing this for?" Cheng Hua'er looked left and right, then asked.
"I know, because sugar is too expensive, I plan to make it myself." Lian Song poked his head out and said with a smile.
"Yes, that's right. We happen to have sugar cane, so let's make it ourselves." Cheng Qingwen said with a smile: "Sugar cane costs ten cents per catty, but sucrose only costs twenty cents per catty."
When Song Qiaoqiao heard this, she stepped forward and took her hand and looked at it: "Why are these hands so clever? My mother-in-law should really hope to have a daughter like you."
Cheng Qingwen rolled her eyes with a smile, exchanged a few words with those around her, and then hurried back to the house to keep warm.
The heavy snow continued until mid-December. The day after the snow stopped, Cheng Qingwen took people to harvest sugar cane.
The Song Zhaodi sisters had been standing by the field waiting for a long time. When they saw someone coming, they hurried up.
Cheng Qingwen pointed to the five fields and said to them: "These are all, let's just collect them all."
Song Zhaodi nodded, and then took her sisters to the fields to harvest.
Except for eating, everyone spends the rest of the time walking through the sugar cane fields that are taller than people.
After a whole day, none of them could straighten their waists.
Cheng Qingwen returned home with sugar cane. After dinner and a short rest, he took some sugar cane and tried to make cane sugar.
She squeezed the juice first, filtered it, and then took it to the kitchen and boiled it over a high fire.
When bubbles appear, remove the floating impurities and cook over low heat.
After about a quarter of an hour, she dipped her chopsticks in a little sugar and put them into cold water. After watching them solidify, she put the sugar on a plate aside and left it to cool.
After Cheng Qingwen finished all this, he was so sleepy that he started to yawn. He quickly washed up and went to bed.
When she got up the next day, Cheng Qingwen saw that the sugar had solidified, and even walked to the fields a little cheerfully.
After two or three days, the four fields and more than ten acres of sugar cane were finally harvested.
Cheng Qingwen rested in bed for a whole day before starting the next step of making candy.
While she was using tools to squeeze juice, she was thinking about what to cook for lunch.
"How does that shameless person deserve to be a mother?" Cheng Hua'er blushed and scolded her all the way into the house.
It was rare for Cheng Qingwen to see a woman like this, and she looked at Aunt Liu next to her with red eyes. She was so frightened that she thought something had happened, and quickly asked: "Auntie, what's wrong?"
"Zhaodi has a hard life. She has endured all the good and bad all by herself." Aunt Liu wiped her tears and stood aside and said.
Cheng Huaer didn't care so much and just started scolding.
Cheng Qingwen listened for a long time, but the more she listened, the more confused she became. She turned her head and looked at Song Qiaoqiao, who was accompanying her.
"Sister Zhaodi's life is miserable..."
Upon hearing this beginning, Cheng Qingwen quickly interrupted: "I know her life is miserable, please tell me the key points."
"The new pavilion director in town has a seriously ill younger brother. He wants to find a good girl to celebrate his birthday these days. I don't know who told the second aunt, so she went there with the birth dates of her three sisters.
As a result, Sister Zhaodi was attracted to her."
Song Qiaoqiao said this, and the two people next to him sighed.
"When we went to deliver our wages just now, we happened to bump into a matchmaker looking at each other."
When Cheng Qingwen heard the word "joy", a cold feeling ran down his back: "Then, Zhaodi has no objection?"
"If I objected, I was beaten so hard that I couldn't get out of bed."
Cheng Hua'er sighed and said softly: "The pavilion chief's family said that they would give fifteen taels of silver as a betrothal gift, and they would also give five hundred taels of silver every month. Her good-for-nothing father wouldn't care if his daughter was a good girl once he heard about this money.
If you are willing, if you dare to object, you will be beaten first."
"Sister Zhaodi has a fierce temper and will not compromise even if she is afraid of death." Song Qiaoqiao lowered her eyes and wiped away the tears that fell.
Listening to these words, Cheng Qinghan suddenly felt a little helpless.
In the 21st century, you can still call the police and let the police handle it. Or you can buy a ticket and walk far away. But what should we do with this fictional dynasty? Can the government take care of her, or send her to another place?
