Monopolize the little widow

Song Bai was kept at home by Song Bo for two consecutive days, and the bored Song Bai had to assume the responsibility of taking care of his younger siblings, so happy.

Although they did not make a living, the money they earned from selling ginseng was enough for them to live for two or three years, and they were not allowed to spend money indiscriminately in advance.

Xiao Ling'er grabbed Rarity's little white feet and gnawed, drooling all over her face, her eyes narrowed into a line, as if it was some delicious sweet.

Song Bai found that these two children were very good. He had seen children from other families cry when they urinated, cried when they were hungry, and cried when they were neither urinating nor hungry. They cried in a panic at night. The twins in their family almost never cried, of course. Only when he came back late two days ago and did not feed them, and the elder brother was not at home, did the two children cry.

Serving the two of them with good food and drink these days, the child gradually gained weight and rosy, Xiao Linger was soft and chubby, only Rarity was still a little thin.

Xiao Ling'er loves to laugh, seeing him and Song Bo's open smile, revealing a small white tooth, Rarity was quiet, almost sleeping, look, her feet were chewed by her younger sister, and she was still sound asleep sweet.

"Is the boy from the Song family at home?" There was a knock on the door and a woman's voice.

Song Bai carried the two children into two baskets to prevent them from falling off the bed before going out the door.

"What's wrong with you?"

Outside the door is a very beautiful woman. In my memory, this woman is Song Qiuer, the youngest daughter of Song Sibo's family. She is the village flower, and the boys in the village especially like her.

The threshold of the family was often stepped on by matchmakers and matchmakers, Song Qiuer didn't agree, and Song Sibo would not marry Song Qiuer to someone poorer than theirs.

Song Qiuer's elder brother Song Lang was getting married, and it happened to be New Year's Eve that day. Song Qiuer stood at the door and smiled at Song Bai who opened the door, "My father asked me to deliver posts to you. I will come to my brother's wedding that day."

The village chief's family wanted to befriend Song Bai's family, so the Song Sibo's family naturally couldn't neglect the Song Bai's family. Their family was relatively wealthy, and their son got married to a girl from the village chief's family in Liujia Village. The girl's family background was not comparable to that of Song Sibo's family.

Therefore, marriage is very important, and the two parties have to negotiate a lot. Of course, the guests invited are basically relatives or good friends, so you can't just go if you want.

"Okay, tell my brother when he comes back." Song Bai agreed.

Song Qiu'er looked around the room, worried: "Your brother isn't home?"

"Not here, I went to the field." Song Bai thought for a while, and Song Bo said that the fields of their family still need someone to take care of them. Rice will be planted in the early spring of next year. When the rice matures, it will be time to pay taxes. The four members of their family will have to pay Tax, no money to pay, can only be offset by food.

"Who will take care of the twins?" Song Qiu'er knew the situation of their family, except for Song Bo who was older, they were all children.

"Me." Song Bai was triumphant, how great it is to take care of his younger siblings.

"But...but you are a child yourself." Song Qiu'er is one year older than Song Bo, and she will get married in two or three years.

Song Bai saw the woman's concern, and said: "It's okay, I can take good care of my younger siblings, sister, don't worry, my brother will be back soon."

"Alright then, I'll go first."

"it is good."

Song Bai carried his younger siblings out of the house to bask in the sun, the sun is not too hot today, but the mild sunlight is warm on his body, the younger siblings must like it.

Song Bai was in a good mood humming a song to the twins, he could already see his future, in the future he must be a brother or a sister.He hopes they are well, don't cry, don't get sick, and be happy every day.

At noon, Song Bo came back from the wind and dust, holding a fat fish in his hand, and Song Bai raised the heating kang at home, which was very warm. Song Bo stroked Song Bai's head and went to the kitchen again. His immature face showed that he shouldn't be like this. The calmness of the age.

Song Bo has been going out these few days. Last time the village head pulled a fat pig, and every family bought some. After their family also bought some, Song Bo went out early every morning, and went out in a hurry after lunch. Know what he's doing.

From Song Bo's expression every day, Song Bai could see his exhaustion.

"Brother, let's talk."

"It'll be ready soon, you wait." Song Bo washed the wild vegetables, cleaned up the fish, and was about to be put into the pot when Song Bai grabbed his hand.

"Brother, I can cook, I'll come, you go to rest." Song Bai pushed Song Bo out the door, and started cooking by himself.

Wash the fish, cut a few times against the skin of the back, put it and steam it.Apply the wine and salt on the fish, cut off the white of the scallion, throw it under the fish and on the back of the fish, steam the fish on high heat, and put chopped green onion on the fish when it is steamed.

The next step is to stir-fry wild vegetables, and put some seasonings at home. There is no chili in this era, if there is, it will be perfect.

The smell of rice wafted out and filled the whole yard, Song Bo swallowed, Song Bai made steamed fish and a stir-fried dish, and cooked rice paste for the twins to eat.

At the dinner table, after the twins were fed, they began to eat. Song Bai told Song Bo about Song Qiuer's visit today.

"Brother, what have you been doing these days?" What have you been doing these days, why didn't you tell him that he was also worried about him, what is the half-grown brat busy with every day?

Song Bai wanted to be angry, but tried not to be angry, and talked to Song Bo well.

"I was going to tell you about this. You have seen your situation in our family. We can't support our younger brothers and sisters without any livelihood. My father always wants you to go to school and take the imperial examination. You can't be delayed because of us. The future of the family. The second uncle’s family took away our family’s field, and he has been thinking about Xiao Ling’er. If we don’t find a way...so you and your brother Song Lang set up a restaurant in the city , the owner of the restaurant is going to the capital and sold it to us for 230 taels."

"230 taels?" That is to say, their family paid 110 taels, but a restaurant can cost more than that.

"It's like this. The restaurant is not in the center of the city, but on the official road outside the city. The only customers who care about the restaurant are the merchant team and some people who rushed to Yecheng. The owner of the restaurant said that the daily income is not much, which is enough to support a family. You only sell us 230 taels."

"Have you got the title deed?"

"I got it. Your elder brother Lang and I also went to the government to register."

"How much money do you have in the house?" The ginseng was sold for 200 taels, and the debt was repaid by 110 taels. The family spent a total of 71 taels, and the restaurant was [-] taels, so there should be [-] taels left.

"Twelve."

Song Bai almost fell off the stool, but after thinking about it, since they can get the restaurant for 230 yuan, then they must need other expenses.

Forget it, you can make more money if you run out of money: "Brother, to be honest, I'm very happy that you can tell me that no matter what happens in the future, if you can't make up your mind, we can discuss and resolve it together. This is a family."

"Ah."

"Brother, have you decided what to sell in the restaurant?" The restaurant is on the official road, as long as it is run well, it will not be a problem to support their family.

"There are still some vegetables and meat left by the boss in the restaurant. I have been doing cooked food shopping with your brother Song Lang these days."

"Brother, I'll go to the restaurant with you tomorrow." He sees if he can help them. The store bought by Song Bo and Song Lang may have conflicts in the future, so he doesn't plan to join in. They will do it themselves. go.

"Okay." Song Bai has read more books than him and knows more than him. He can't treat his brother as a 13-year-old child. He admits that in some respects, Song Bai feels very reliable to him.

For tomorrow, Song Bai made a pot bottom and put cabbage in it, "Brother, try it."

Song Bo tasted a strange taste for the first time, his tongue was hot, but it was indeed much more delicious than his cooking, "Xiaobai, what seasoning did you add?"

"Chili powder."

"Paprika? Where did you get it?"

"I went out today and met a peddler. I saw the things in his burden and thought they looked good. I bought ten packs from him. He said they could be used for cooking."

"Oh."

"I wanted to buy a few more packs, but the vendor refused to sell them, saying that one person could only buy ten packs, and he was going back to the countryside in a few days."

"Businessman." Why can't he meet a businessman?

On the second day, the brothers went to Qi Momo's house with the twins in their arms, and then went to Song Sibo's house, and drove to the city with Song Lang.

Song Bai suggested that Song Bo pick all the vegetables grown at home and put them on bamboo sticks. Bo was dumbfounded.

"Are you going to sell this today?" Song Lang looked at it and understood what their brothers were thinking. Song Lang told Song Sibo about the restaurant with Song Bo on the official road. Song Sibo gave him some money and asked him to weigh it. After all, he still had to married.

"Well, you'll find out later." Last night, Song Bai made a pot bottom and put skewered vegetables and meat in it. The aroma was overflowing and his mouth was watering.

Song Bai at the side was still counting bamboo sticks. He took out a pack of hot pot base ingredients from the space and planned to buy skewers. If there were peppers in this world, he would definitely be able to make such hot pot base ingredients.

Don't forget, our research institute is full of geniuses and lunatics, and the people he contacts are also geniuses.One year he got acquainted with a science monster who loves food, as long as it is the food he has eaten, he can fiddle with it when he gets home.

At the same time, he also told him how to make those delicacies.

"Brother, how many people were there when you bought the food you made a few days ago?" Song Bai asked.

"Not many, passers-by don't say much, and there are few people who buy it." He was telling the truth.

"It's not because the food we made is not delicious. Whoever spends money and doesn't buy delicious food, they buy our food to fill their stomachs." Song Lang said.

The two big men didn't have the money to hire a cook, let alone ask the people in the village for help, so they did it by themselves.Pack it up for guests to take on the road to eat, and the people who buy it are ordinary people who go to the market or farmers who go to the city to sell vegetables.

The daily income is not impressive. Recently, they are thinking about what the restaurant is going to sell.

"Then we have to find a way to sell some food on a regular basis, otherwise the restaurant will not be able to survive."

"You're right, let's see how the skewers are sold today."

"Try it."

The things in the space can be taken out, and the food is consumed slowly. As for the wine in the space, I will find a way to get it out in the future. He does not intend to tell Song Bo his secret.

One is that Song Bo is afraid that he is not his younger brother, but a ghost occupying his brother's body, and the other is that if the space cannot be kept, it will cause unnecessary trouble.

There will be no place for him in this world, and everyone will regard him as a monster and shout for beating and killing.

The author has something to say: Xiao Gong’s ancient time travel, making a fortune basically opened up plug-ins, space, skewers, hot pot, rice noodles, fried potato chips, smoothies, and if the mix is ​​better, negotiate with the emperor to open a bank , the wealth can rival the country, of course, there are also those who do not take the usual way, the way of taking the imperial examination.Alas... I am now writing about farming, and I know that these have been written by the authors.How do you want to write down, how to make a fortune.I just hope that I don't run into their writing.