In the years of ancient traders

In the south of Datu County, Sangyuan Village.

"Why hasn't Aye come back yet?" Niang Hui looked out from the door, the sun had already set, but her Aye, who was carrying the silkworm cocoon into the city, never came back, "Don't let anything happen."

"Maybe we have found a buyer." Hui Niang's aunt said.

"Maybe." Hui Niang said softly, even though she didn't believe it herself.

Their family and the people in this village have raised silkworms for generations. In previous years, the village was the busiest at this time. People who bought silkworms came and went, and loads of silkworm cocoons were loaded and shipped out, and they bought silkworm seeds for the next season. harvest.

As soon as the new decree came out this year, silkworm buyers lowered their prices to [-]% of previous prices. If they sold them, they would lose all their money. If they didn’t sell them, they couldn’t eat or drink.Some people in the village felt that it was better to lose money than starve to death, so they finally sold it.

But she, Aye, said that it was just starving to death early or late, why not try to find buyers, the nobles in Guanzhong don't wear them, so there are nobles from other places.

"carriage."

"Buy silkworms?"

"I'm coming."

"Going to Chen's house."

There were running and shouting outside, Chen Huiniang ran to the door, but saw a wooden carriage approaching.

The carriage stopped in front of her house, and the neighbors in the village surrounded her curiously.They couldn't sell cocoons this year, and no silkworm buyers came, but they never saw any nobles who could ride a carriage come to the village.

Who is this?

Everyone has a question mark in their hearts.

Some people knew that the Chen family's Aye had gone to the county town to find a buyer early this morning, so they guessed who was taking advantage of it, and was willing to buy silkworm cocoons this year.

The door of the carriage was pushed open, and Old Man Chen climbed out and jumped out of the carriage, still carrying his silkworm cocoon on his body.

"Aye." Chen Huiniang went up to meet him, Aye was full of uneasiness, and he didn't know what happened.She supported old man Chen and wanted to take him home, but old man Chen didn't move and turned his eyes to the carriage.

Who else is in this car?

Someone looked around curiously.

I saw a hand stretched out from inside, holding onto the side of the carriage, and jumped down.

"Ouch!" He yelled in surprise, and took a few steps forward before standing still.

I saw this boy who almost fell into the mud, dressed in a blue round-neck robe, neat and tidy, not like a silkworm buyer who often comes and goes, but like a book reader.

"Hello." Song Shu had already heard Uncle Chen talk about his family situation.He has been childless since he got married, and he only got a daughter when he was nearly fifty years old. The baby is as sweet as his heart, and he specially named it Hui Niang.

Niang Hui hid behind Old Uncle Chen, this young gentleman looked as big as her, but he was not shy at all, how could a man and a woman greet each other so casually.

Uncle Chen was busy trying to smooth things over, and introduced to Song Shu with a smile that this was his daughter.

"Are you Song Silang from Xianghe Village?" A man in the surrounding village asked.

Song Shu nodded.

Didn't expect someone here to know him.

Song Silang?

They are not unfamiliar with this name, and it is said that the steamed buns, fried dough sticks, and soup cakes with toppings in the county are all related to him.The brown bed workshop that is currently under construction, although the owner is Mr. Yang, the method of making the bed was brought by Song Silang.

Such a great character has now come to their village!

I heard that Song Silang has a very good relationship with Young Master Yang, Shopkeeper Wang, and Zhang Fuhu. Maybe he can find buyers for them.

Thinking of this, several people couldn't help but stepped forward and asked him, "Are you here to collect silkworm cocoons?"

Song Shu heard it and turned around.

"Yeah, you guys too?" He came to Sangyuan Village for the first time, and he didn't know the situation here.

"Of course." The person who asked said, "The most common thing in our village is silkworm cocoons. Not only our village, but five or six nearby villages all raise silkworms. This year, silkworm cocoons cannot be sold, and now they are in a panic. If you want to Buy it, we have plenty of it!"

"Yeah yeah."

Other people also echoed, they looked at Song Shu eagerly, hoping that he could buy all their silkworm cocoons.

Song Shu knew what they were thinking, but he was a little embarrassed.

Firstly, he didn't bring that much money, and secondly, the placement of so many silkworm cocoons was a big problem, so he had to shake his head: "I'm afraid I can only buy some from Uncle Chen's house today."

Some people were disappointed when they heard it, but some people grasped the key point—today.

"So, you will come tomorrow?" A man carrying a hoe asked.

"Well—" Song Shu shook his head, "I'm afraid not."

The man was also disappointed.

But he changed the subject again: "Three days later, people from the soybean oil workshop in Xianghe Village will come to the county to sell oil. If you are still willing to sell me the silkworm cocoons, you can find him. If I want to buy it, I will send him a message." .”

The person next to him asked again: "Do you have a way to sell silkworm cocoons?"

"No." Song Shu was helpless. Naturally, he didn't buy silkworm cocoons for reselling.

"Hey!" Someone turned to leave.

Song Shu added: "I want to use it as a quilt core, so I really need a lot of cocoons."

Quilt?

Villagers who have raised silkworms for several lifetimes only heard that brocade can be used to make quilt covers, but they have never heard that silk can also be used to make quilts.

Those poor families usually store catkins in the quilt, and sometimes if they are lucky, they can buy cheap wool, and they will also store catkins.Richer families use goose down and duck down.But never heard of using silk.

Song Shu was also worried at first, what to do when the weather gets cold.

In this era, there is no heating, no air conditioning, not even a kang, and countless poor people freeze to death every winter.He himself can move things out of the space, but what about the neighbors in this village, Mr. Guo who works for him, and Mrs. Shi from the steamed bun workshop?

When Uncle Chen said that they had silk, Song Shu immediately had an idea.

He can make silk quilts.

Silk quilts are light and thin, and have good temperature stability. China is a big silk-producing country. With silk quilts, you are not afraid of being frozen to death.

When he was working in Taiwan Province, he once filmed a documentary about handmade silk quilts, and he knew a lot about this ancient craft, so he wanted to buy some from old man Chen and study them carefully.

In the future, we will set up a silk quilt workshop in the village and vigorously produce it. In winter, more people will be able to cover themselves with warm quilts.

Uncle Chen took out a few baskets of silkworm cocoons and showed them to Song Shuyan in the yard with the last light of the sun before sunset.

Most of the other villagers didn't leave either. Although Song Silang was famous, he didn't seem to have a way to sell silkworm cocoons. As for the silk quilt he mentioned, that was unheard of.

They wanted to see if he really wanted to buy it, or if he was just pretending.

Song Shu learned how to pick silkworm cocoons from fellow villagers when he was filming a documentary.

He looked through the baskets one by one, and quickly ordered seven baskets. It wasn't bad, but he really didn't have much money.

The neighbors were starving.This Song Silang is really refreshing, he just took a quick look, and then one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, everything.Really rich and powerful.

Perhaps, the silk quilt he mentioned is true.

If this is the case, there is hope for their silkworm cocoons!

Song Shu bought seven baskets of silk at [-]% of the previous year's price, more than double the price of the cocoon merchant.Uncle Chen accepted the money with a smile on his face.

"Song Silang, remember to ask your people to bring the message after three days. If it is not convenient to come and pick it up, we will send it to Xianghe Village."

"The road is hard to walk at night, let the groom slow down."

"You must remember, ask your people to bring a promise in three days, and our silkworm cocoons will be delivered immediately."

The neighbors gathered around one after another and sent Song Shu to the horse, all of them were a little more enthusiastic than before.In this year of man-made disasters, they were really relieved to meet a god of wealth like Song Shu.

Song Shu agreed one by one, poked his head out of the car window to say goodbye to them, and told them not to send them off again.Until the carriage ran out of the village entrance, someone could be seen looking at the direction the carriage was running from afar.

The carriage was borrowed from Yang Jian, and Song Shu had to transport the cocoons home as soon as possible so that the carriage could go back.

Driving in a carriage in these places is not a happy thing. The road is uneven and the shock absorbers are not good.In addition to being fast, it can be said to be useless.

At the door of the house, Song Shu was spread out among the baskets of silkworm cocoons, and he couldn't tell whether the person who came to pull him was Song Anan or Song Sanniang.

"Why did you buy so many cocoons?" Song Anan carried out Song Shu who kept beating him up, Sanniang looked into the carriage, and there were seven large bamboo baskets piled up inside, all of which were filled with silkworm cocoons.

Song Shu tilted his head on Song Anan's shoulder, and said weakly, "Make a quilt."

"Conceived? Can this be done?"

"Yes, that's...uh...vomit!"

"Ah!" Liu Niang covered her mouth.

"..." Song Anan's cheeks twitched, and he really wanted to throw this bastard on the ground.

"Hey, try the tomato egg noodles I made for you?" Early the next morning, Song Shu brought a bowl of hot ramen like a dog's leg, and approached Song Anan.

Song Anan gnawed on the steamed buns.

"You don't want to eat?" Song Shu pretended to be surprised, and sat down beside him, "Tsk tsk, what a pity. I beat an extra egg today, don't you like eggs?"

Liu Niang stared straight at the side, and wanted to remind her brother that she also likes to eat eggs.

Wu Niang ate her food silently, but glanced at it from time to time.

Even Sanniang felt that this bowl of noodles was very fragrant, even more fragrant than his usual ones. Not only were there floating oil flowers, but also chopped green onions.

After Song Anan vomited yesterday, Song Shu felt uneasy.

This kid has a rather strange mind. Sometimes he blames the big ones, such as when the family asks someone to work, he never cares about doing the most, and sometimes blames the small ones, such as snatching his quilt if there is a disagreement.

Last night, Song Shu's quilt was swept away by him again.two.

Rolling the quilt, this is probably an important way for Song Anan, a veteran, to express his anger.And he knew that even if he rolled three or four, Song Shu could still conjure up four or five.So, the more you roll, the easier it is.

"Don't push yourself too hard." Song Shu pushed the noodle bowl towards him, "I was in a lot of pain yesterday, so I can't spit out the cocoon."

Song Anan raised his eyebrows, does he vomit?

"Don't look at me like that, I've already apologized, so why don't you remember the villain's mistakes?" Song Shu's dog-legged face came out again.

Song Anan reluctantly pulled over the noodle bowl, which meant that he accepted your apology.

Song Shu breathed a sigh of relief, just accept it, there will be work for him to do later.

Song Anan hugged the bowl and ate noodles, completely unaware that Song Shu beside him had already planned how to squeeze him.

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support, okay~