In the years of ancient traders

The sun was about to set, and Mrs. Shi was rushing home with half a roasted chicken in her arms.She asked someone to buy the roast chicken from Yuexing City.It was wrapped in oiled paper, and it was warm, with the aroma of meat coming out.

More than a month ago, Song Jiashiro returned triumphantly with a catty of gold, and their Xianghe village became famous all at once, and everyone felt honored.Although Mrs. Shi was also happy for him, she couldn't help worrying.

At that time, the [-]-day appointment was over, and the steamed bun workshop was about to end when Song Silang handed over the steamed bun recipe and old dough to them the next day.Mrs. Shi has been working in the workshop these days, and she already knows how to make steamed buns. Although this method is not complicated, it requires a lot of manpower.

Her family man, like many others, was conscripted into the army the year before last.But when other families were still worried about the life and death of their young men, her family had already received the news of the man's death.The mother-in-law cried until her heart broke, and the father-in-law was silent all day, not even eating.When the two boys in the family heard the news of Aye's death, they also hugged her and cried.

But Mrs. Shi couldn't cry, she lost her man, but she still has her in-laws, and her son, a whole family waiting for her to raise, she has no time to cry, she just wants to go with the man.

After the man left, the situation at home was not good all the time. The two old people left their son, and they pinned all their hopes on the grandson.Sister-in-law Shi complained to Zhou's daughter-in-law more than once that the two boys were pampered lawlessly, but she couldn't say a word of lesson.

When Song Silang's method of exchanging labor for prescriptions spread throughout the village, Mrs. Shi was hesitant, but Zhou's wife persuaded her that although it is the right way for a woman to support her husband and teach her children, sometimes she has to stand up for her family.There is nothing to do during the slack season, so it is better to learn a craft, if you can earn a little money in the future, you can also talk at home.

Zhou's daughter-in-law's family joined the army in the same batch as her husband, and the two women gradually became acquainted with each other. She often told Zhou's daughter-in-law about the situation in her family.Thinking about it now, fortunately I listened to Zhou's daughter-in-law at that time.

"Aniang is back." Shi Erlang greeted him from the kitchen, wandering around Mrs. Shi, "What is that in your hand, Aniang? It smells so good."

Mrs. Shi pushed aside a corner of the greased paper to show her younger son the roast chicken.

Shi Erlang only heard Liuniang of the Song family talk about it, and he had never seen this kind of food before, so he jumped up excitedly and hurriedly urged Mrs. Shi to enter the house.The father-in-law and mother-in-law are still in the field, so Shi Dalang also went to help. Mrs. Shi asked the youngest son to prepare all the meals. The chicken is too hot to move, and has to wait for Aweng and grandma to come back.

If it was a month ago, Mrs. Shi's youngest son would definitely not have listened to her words, but since she worked in the steamed bun workshop of the Song family, she has added income to the family, and the status of the family has become higher and higher day by day. She kissed a lot, and her father-in-law and mother-in-law no longer made things difficult for her, but they seemed to regard her as one of their own.

This is thanks to Song Silang's workshop.

That time Song Silang taught them how to make steamed buns and announced that his workshop would continue to operate, and those who would like to stay can talk to him.Mrs. Shi was very happy when she heard this, and decided to stay without hesitation. Firstly, she could not talk at home, and even if she knew how to make steamed buns, she might not be able to get help from her family. Secondly, she felt that the treatment of the steamed bun workshop Very good, not only can I get [-] Wen per month, but I also have a day off every ten days to take a bath, and I also have two meals a day when I go to work.

After the steamed bun workshop opened, the food was also known to be good. Every day, people came to inquire about what delicious food Song Silang was cooking today.

In the last ten days, they drank broth twice, and ate kebabs once, and white steamed buns and bean dregs cakes were available every day.

The day Song Silang made the mutton kebabs, he grilled them fresh in their workshop. The mutton skewers were grilled on bamboo sticks over charcoal fire, and the oil leaked out and dripped on the charcoal fire, bursting into a sizzling smell. sound.

The five workers in the workshop were all given a bunch that day, some of them ate it on the spot, and Mrs. Shi made it back for her two sons to try.Since her husband left, the family has never served meat again. This string of mutton skewers made the two children shout with joy.

Seeing them eating happily, Mrs. Shi was both happy and distressed.This time, I asked Cui Wuniang to bring her half a roast chicken.

In recent days, meat has appeared on the tables of many people in the village.There are people who sell steamed buns, and there are people who work in steamed bun workshops. Like Mrs. Shi, thanks to Song Shu's steamed bun business, their lives are getting better and better.

Recently, several children of the Song family have put on new clothes. Although the style is still the same, many people are still envious of the clean and unpatched clothes.Song Silang's clothes are even more amazing, he even bought a robe with a round collar, and it was dyed blue, exactly like the young man in the city.

Any dyes are extremely precious these days. Most of the clothes of ordinary people are primary colors, which are very monotonous. Only those with spare money will buy colored cloth.I don't know when my family will be able to afford it, but the business of making steamed buns and selling steamed buns is booming, which gives everyone a lot of hope.

Song Shu originally wanted to buy some beautiful clothes for Sanniang and the others, but Sanniang said that their workshop has just started, and even if there is a contract with Young Master Yang, they should start slowly.Song Shu quite agreed, so he was not in a hurry, but just bought himself a blue round-neck robe and matching shoes, so that he could go into the city from time to time.

In addition, I bought a silver hairpin for Song Sanniang.

He had noticed long ago that Song Sanniang often peeked at the hairpin in Zhou's daughter-in-law's hair, and he liked it as well.Although Song Shu is physically younger than her, he regards her as his younger sister in his heart. Since the younger sister likes her, the older brother must try his best to satisfy her.

So, he took Song Sanniang to choose, but she was unwilling at first, although she liked it but thought it was too expensive, Song Shu asked her to try it first, and when the hairpin was put on, Sanniang's eyes lit up, and she was not willing to take it. down.

Sanniang has a silver hairpin, Liuniang is very envious, and Wuniang often stares at the hairpin.Song Shu promised them that he would buy them for them when they reached the age of Ji.The two little girls were very happy. In order to grow up quickly, Liu Niang ate an extra steamed bun at night.

One day before going to bed, Song Shu asked Song Anan what he wanted.

He also bought new clothes for Song Anan, but this person just put them on and didn't say whether he liked it or not.He is a man, and Song Shu couldn't give him a silver hairpin, so he had to ask.

Unexpectedly, Song Anan thought for a while, and popped out two words: "Hot pot."

Song Shu: "..."

Two boxes of self-cooking hot pots that he hoarded at the farmhouse were missing.

"Silang, Master Peng is here." Sanniang shouted outside.

Song Shu's last piece of omelette just came out of the pan, so he hurriedly handed it over to Liu Niang, and greeted him out.

Master Peng is a carpenter in Xihe Village next door. In order to change the way to obtain alkaline water and increase its concentration, Song Shu specially asked him to make a wooden barrel with a tap.There is no faucet in this era. Song Shu searched the space for a long time, and finally found a bamboo faucet tutorial of an Internet celebrity in the video he saved.In order to be able to express clearly, he repeatedly studied the Bansu video, and went to Master Peng the next day under the leadership of acquainted villagers.

At first, Master Peng was still ignorant.He is good at craftsmanship, and several villages around here love to ask him to do carpentry work, and even people in the county town come to invite him from time to time.

However, when Song Shu talked about the magical function of this faucet, Master Peng was immediately attracted.

For craftsmen, novelty and practical parts like faucets are of course attractive.Without further ado, Master Peng took the order immediately, and asked Song Shuzai carefully about the structure, and went to look for materials to start work that night.

"Song Silang, you are really exquisite. My cousin who sells tea ordered two immediately when he saw it. His brothers who sell tea are all queuing up to order from me now. They can't even do it!" Master Peng came with his grandson, who was about ten years old, walking behind him, holding a wooden barrel bigger than himself in his arms, but he didn't feel tired.

"That's Master Peng's craftsmanship." Song Shu took the wooden barrel from Master Peng's grandson, and he tried to turn the faucet. It turned out to be very flexible, exactly as he had imagined before.

"Hey, the old man is stupid. If it weren't for you, how could you make such a novel thing." Master Peng waved his hands with a smile, obviously enjoying Song Shu's compliment.

Because Song Shu was not sure how much material to use for the wooden barrel, he agreed with Master Peng to give him the materials and the handmade money and silk when he was done. At this time Song Shu asked, but Master Peng waved his hands repeatedly.

"Farewell, goodbye, your wooden barrel can bring me a lot of business. It is light and easy to make, and there is a lot of money. If it weren't for you and me, a carpenter, how could I find such a light and easy guy? Don't give it to me. Thank you." Master Peng said.He had already thought about this before he came. In the end, the wooden barrel with the faucet was designed by Song Shu, and he used this craft to make money in private.

Song Shu understood his considerations, and didn't mind him using it to earn money, so he personally wrapped some egg pancakes for him, and said, "I still have something here that I need to trouble Master Peng with. I have to trouble Master to live in our village for a few days."

He asked, of course Master Peng would not refuse, and it was common for carpenters to live and work in other people's homes.He was even more curious about what Song Silang was going to do this time.

Song Shu had thought about it a long time ago. After the steamed bun workshop was on the right track, he started to build a soybean oil workshop. While squeezing the soybean oil, he would make some fermented bean curd and sell it.

The location of the soybean oil workshop is not far from the entrance of the village. It is also a house that has been vacant for a long time. The area is much larger than that of the steamed bun workshop, but it has been vacant for too long. It took Song Shu several days to ask someone to correct it.

He took Master Peng over and asked him to work here for a few days, and someone would bring the daily meals, and Master Peng kept saying yes.

Then, Song Shu spread out a drawing, which was a wedge-shaped wooden press drawn by him after carefully referring to various materials in the space in the past few days.He had some background in painting in his early years. Although he was not used to using a brush, he was still passable, and his paintings looked good.

Both the paper and the pen and inkstone were bought in the county town, and the pen and inkstone are nothing more than that. The paper is very expensive. Such an A3-sized piece costs more than 50 renminbi, and a piece of paper can be worth a stone of wheat. No wonder only the children of scholars Only then can I afford to read books.

After careful communication with Master Peng, Song Shu paid a deposit because the project was relatively large this time.

This wedge-type wooden press was only available in the Northern Song Dynasty, and it was widely used until after liberation. The oil press here in the Jia Dynasty was still a family workshop, and there was no such convenient and easy-to-use oil press equipment.After Master Peng finishes work, he will build a big mill and recruit some workers, and the oil workshop will be able to start operating.

It's just that the work of extracting oil is heavy and requires strong labor, which is what is most lacking in this year.

Song Shu glanced at Song Anan who had just returned from work and was showing off his muscles by shaking his arms.

I really want to clone thirty or fifty of him.

The author has something to say: Note: 10 days = [-] days. It is mentioned in the book about the Song Dynasty that at that time, the country set [-] days off for one day. I don’t know if there was one in the Tang Dynasty. If it didn’t, it would be too inhuman, so I used it~

In addition, the mats mentioned in the previous chapter are actually tatami mats. Since the Tang Dynasty, high stools and high chairs have gradually become popular in China, and there is no need to sit on the floor without mats. However, Japan has learned from the Tang Dynasty and evolved into today’s tatami mats.

Maybe you don’t know much about it, it will affect the reading experience a little bit, so please specify~

Thank you for your support, okay~