The whole family is so poor, I rely on the food system to make a fortune every day

"No. 20 Chapter [-], Zhen Yuanxian rushed to arrest the sutra monk Sun Xingzhe and made a big fuss in Wuzhuang Temple. But he said that his brothers and three people came to the hall and said to the master: "What do we want when the rice is almost done? "San Zang said: The apprentice is not asking for food. What kind of ginseng fruit looks like a child in his view, which one of you stole it from him and ate it?"

As Song Fubao said, everyone was working more and more vigorously, especially Song Youyin, and sometimes he could even giggle a few times.

It’s just that the oven is one meter wide, one meter long, and one meter high on the upper part of the body. The part of the lower part of the body responsible for putting firewood is also twice the size of the usual stove hole. It is very laborious to make. Four chapters of "Journey to the West" None are built yet.

It was barely enough to touch the mud to smooth the oven, Song Boss and Song Lao Er were also busy nailing something beside them, and there was a non-stop bang, ping, bang, bang, bang, Song Fubao just looked at it suspiciously, and didn't care.

Tired of talking about "Journey to the West", she stopped to rest, and Song Youyin took over her work and began to tell everyone what happened on the street today.

From the moment when the two met the furious Yang Liuhua when they left the Tianxiang Building, and when they talked about the clever tricks in the backstreet to force Qi Yue to win the house without resorting to tricks, they spoke vividly and vividly, as if they were present at the scene.

After this lecture, the stove was considered to be set up, and it took a little time to turn on the fire for a trial combustion. After roasting the inner wall of the oven for a while, it was confirmed that there was no problem before lighting the fire and starting to bake the oven part.

Firstly, in order to use it directly without delay tomorrow, secondly, it needs such a process to make the oven evolve, and it will be more convenient to use.

You just need to bake like this, and turn off the fire when you go to the toilet at night.

The whole family washed in batches. After Song Fubao came out, he found that the outside of his stove was surrounded by something with a square frame.

It's not too big or too small, and it can go around the oven inside.

It is a simple and movable oven shelter.

It seems to be something that my father Song Boss and his cousin Song Lao Er beat with pong pong. Boss Song turned his head and said, "Fu Bao, it's not bad. Your cousin and I think we can't use it at home, so don't do it in the yard." If someone sees you stealing a lesson, you still have to cover it up a bit, this shed is not bad!"

"Your father and I are thoughtful, Fu Bao, why don't you thank us soon!" Song Laoer echoed, and the two smiled. Their eyes looked bright, but the exhaustion on their faces and the sweat on their foreheads were also the same. Very obvious!

Originally, I was already so tired of building a house on the homestead, and I had to continue working tomorrow, my brothers, my father and my cousin still... Alas, it was another day I was touched by the immortal family.

"Okay, okay, thank you Dad, thank you Tang Shu, thank you Tang Aunt, thank you brothers for helping me so much, everyone, wash up and rest, I'm too tired."

Song Fubao spoke from the bottom of his heart and was so moved that he went directly to the well to fetch several buckets of water for them. She had great strength, and she should have done such an effortless thing.

Boss Song, who was still looking at the cute appearance of his charming daughter just now, was very moved: ...

This strength is a bit disturbing, it is stronger than him, why do I suddenly feel that it is me who is weak.

Second Song: ...

Well, let's go wash up.

The two left quickly, Song Fubao was at a loss, at this moment, there was a knock on the courtyard door, and Song Fubao suddenly remembered that the old man said he was coming to deliver the ducks...but it was already a quarter of the [-]th, very late.

Grandma Song went to open the door, and there was a rattling sound coming in from outside the door, it was so loud!

Song Fubao walked over and saw that the old man was sweating profusely, holding a rope in his hand, and tied a rope around the neck of each duck behind him, not afraid of people, watching the yard and calling.

The light was too weak to see clearly, so Yang Liuhua brought an oil lamp over to help inspect the goods.

"I thought you weren't coming back. It's so late after all!" Grandma Song sighed while counting, "Where is the old man from? If it's too late, it will be the same tomorrow!"

"I can't wait for tomorrow! It's hard to come across a kind of business, and it has to be implemented, so I can feel at ease!"

The old man was still breathing heavily, holding the door frame with one hand, and answered honestly.

"The three Li family brothers and I are from the same village, but it's not convenient to bring ducks on the top of the mountain, so we came late, but fortunately we caught up. If you guys slept, I would have to wait all night."

Song Fubao: ...

After asking briefly, Grandma Song got up and came back, "There are 32 ducks in total, right?"

32 pieces, 960 Wen a piece, that is [-] Wen, [-] Wen is short of a tael of silver, and there are really not so many copper coins at home, so Song Fubao directly asked Grandma Song to give him a tael of silver ingots.

At home, she is a proletarian and has no money on her body.

The old man pretended to get back the copper coins, but Grandma Song refused. It was not an easy task to bring the ducks alive all the way from such a long distance.

It was the middle of the night again, and if she was not mistaken, this should be the famous widower in the village of the Li brothers.

It took another quarter of an hour to settle the ducks. I don't know if it was because the duck shed was too crowded and the ducks couldn't sleep well. They quacked all night, and Song Fubao was tortured all night.