In the years of ancient traders

At the moment of ugliness, Song Shu came out of the house yawning, and shivered when the night wind blew.Arriving at the neighboring house which is a steamed bun workshop, Mrs. Zhou was already waiting there with a basket on her back.

Song Shu's steamed bun workshop has been in operation for nearly ten days. From the first day, Zhou's daughter-in-law exchanged steamed buns from him every day when she was ugly, and carried them to the county town to give to Zhou Dalang, who was doing business in the city.According to Zhou's wife, steamed buns are very popular in the county.

On the first day, she only exchanged one bucket of wheat and two buckets of plant ash, a total of 22.

The next day, she changed three buckets of wheat.

Now, every day, she has to replace with five buckets of wheat, which are firmly piled up in her newly made large bamboo basket.If it wasn't for the fact that the bamboo basket could only hold this, she would have wished to carry two or three hundred of them every day.

A hundred steamed buns weigh more than ten catties. As a woman, she has to carry them on the mountain road for two hours every day, sometimes with some firewood, and most of them come back with Zhou Dalang. Plant ash, wheat, etc.Such a round trip takes more than eight hours, and she still has to work during the day.

Just thinking about it, Song Shu had to admire her perseverance.

"Er Niang is still good." While holding the steamed buns, Zhou's daughter-in-law asked her little daughter again.

These days, in order to earn money, she didn't even have the time to take care of her daughters, and she relied on the young ladies of the Song family to take care of them.

"If she makes a fuss, just hit her a few times, don't worry about it." Zhou's daughter-in-law would say this every time. Of course, she didn't care about her daughter, but she just put it in someone else's house, so she couldn't cause too much trouble, so she had to wrong her daughter.

"Don't worry, Aunt Zhou, Erniang is very good. The family has been busy recently, and sometimes the fifth and sixth mothers have no time to spare. Instead, I want your Erniang to take care of Qilang for us." Song Shu said, this was not polite, and the steamed bun workshop started to operate. Later, besides Mrs. Zhou, there were many people who came to buy them. They were so busy making steamed buns every day that it was common for them to neglect a few small ones. Fortunately, they could still keep each other company.

Zhou's daughter-in-law works in the steamed bun workshop every day, and she knows how busy she is. Hearing that her second mother did not cause trouble to others, but can help a little, she feels more at ease.

"If you have free time during the day, my aunt can also come to my house to see Erniang. It doesn't matter if you delay for a while." Song Shu said that it was only natural for his mother to look after his daughter, and he didn't care about such a delay in work.

But Zhou's daughter-in-law is very fussy.

"No, no, you've already given me an easy job. If I still delay to see my daughter, wouldn't I be too ignorant."

Zhou's daughter-in-law noticed all the minor adjustments Song Shu made for her, so she didn't dare to delay her work during the day, so she wanted to do more work so that she could live up to Song Shu's prescription.

Song Shu didn't persuade her any more, and helped her stack up the newly made steamed buns that night, and Maizizhou's daughter-in-law had already sent them to Sanniang in advance.Song Shu escorted her to the door, and watched her go out of the village with bamboo baskets on her back.

After Zhou's daughter-in-law left, Song Shu didn't go back to the small courtyard of the Song family, but walked towards the mountain behind the village.

At this moment, the night was quiet and the wind was very cold. When he was approaching the edge of the village, Song Shu couldn't bear it anymore, so he found a jacket from the space and put it on.All his belongings are in the farmhouse, and it is very convenient that it can come with him.

He walked upstream along the Xiang River, where clumps of cattails grew by the river, and they were in bloom now.

After leaving the village, he walked into the mountain along the path trampled by pedestrians, and walked towards the place where wild vegetables gathered.

The villagers of Xianghe Village, apart from the food they grow themselves, the most common source of food is the wild vegetables in the mountains, so they all know where there are many wild vegetables in the mountains.

There is no plan for the growth of wild vegetables. This year they are these, and next year they may be replaced. Even if you dig out some that you have never seen before, you can only lament that nature is full of wonders, and happily add it to your table. some new products.

When he arrived at the first place, Song Shu thought for a moment, and there was an extra section of sweet potato vine in his left hand, and a hoe in his right hand.

Sweet potatoes are easy to feed and have a high yield. The corn in Xianghe Village is about one stone per mu, and the wheat is about the same. The sweet potato in Song Shu's hands can be as high as forty to fifty stones per mu, which is a lot. Forty or fifty times, it can be called an artifact against famine.

Song Shu wanted to take this thing out a long time ago, but after much deliberation, he couldn't find a suitable reason, so he had to sneak out to plant it in the middle of the night like a thief.

It's a pity that Song Shu probably didn't have the talent to be a thief, and he was caught right after committing a crime for the first time.

His hoe was still in the air, the soil had just been half-turned, and the sweet potato vines were not far from his feet, but Song Anan had already picked it up and played with it.

"What is this?" Song Anan asked, the surroundings were dark, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

"?!" Shouldn't Song Anan be sleeping?Song Shu was in a mess, how could he explain to others why he was digging the soil here in the middle of the night, and what he planted was something he had never seen before?Moreover, he was still wearing a jacket. Although the hoe in his hand looked plain, it was just bought by him, and the barcode was still attached!

"Why are you here?" After a moment of confusion, Song Shu planned to strike first.Everyone knew that Song Anan didn't talk much, so he overwhelmed him first, and he couldn't question him even if he was measured.

"Practice." Song Anan spit out two words clearly, and then asked, "You?"

Song Shu found that although Song Anan didn't talk much, he seemed to have an aura of 1.8 meters, and he defeated him instantly.

"What kind of skills are you practicing?" Song Shu bit the bullet and continued to try to change the topic.

"Want to try?" Song Anan said, clenching his fists.

My second son, this is the most naked threat!

Song Shu was discouraged, his two lives depended entirely on his brains, and his military strength was worthless.

Song Anan suddenly took a step closer, Song Shu was startled, he gave up his hoe, as if someone had thrown a bomb in front of him, and jumped away with one step.

The hoe lost its support, but it did not fall. It was firmly held by another person, and continued to faithfully perform the duty of turning the soil.Song Anan actually didn't ask any more questions, and focused on digging up the soil. He was half a head shorter than Song Shu, but he was very strong, and he finished the rest in a short while.

"How?" Song Anan opened his mouth again, he talked more in this moment than in a whole day on weekdays.

When Song Anan was digging the soil just now, Song Shu had already calmed down, his jacket was thrown back into the space, and he had prepared seventeen or eight sets of plans to fool Song Anan.

Unexpectedly, Song Anan not only stopped asking, but also acted as if he wanted to plant the sweet potato vines for him.Song Shu didn't think too much about it at all, he explained the precautions to Song Anan carefully, and waited for him to work.

One place was planted, Song Shu took Song Anan around and planted sweet potato vines in several places based on the principle of free labor.

During this period, the sweet potato vines in his hand changed in and out, and he even turned the hoe and shovel several times. Song Anan wanted to ask several times, but although he was very imposing, he was useless.

Song Shu has already grasped his weakness. For some reason, this Song Anan will kill him if he says one more word. As long as you ignore his question, he will not be able to hold back a second sentence for a long time, let alone start that kind of words. The constant verbal aggression characteristic of chatter.And his threat of force was the first time it worked. Song Shu didn't believe that he would really beat him up.

When all the sweet potatoes were planted, Song Anan also had an extra jacket on his body. He held it in for a long time, but in the end he might have run out of mana, and he didn't hold back another one.

This Song Anan is easy to bully.

But before going back, Song Shu explained something.

He claimed that when he fell asleep, his mind wandered into the illusory realm, and a fairy in the realm took pity on the hard work of the world, so she gave him this sweet potato vine, and she also gave him the hoe, shovel, and jacket.

Song Anan's face was expressionless, and he didn't know how much he believed.

Song Shu finally said that the fairy took care of it, and this matter should not be publicized, otherwise it will cause a flood and the lives will be burned, so you know what happened tonight, and the fairy knows, return the hoe and the jacket to me, and you are not allowed to share a word with others.

Song Anan raised his eyebrows, threw the hoe, took off the jacket, and the two things disappeared instantly.

Song Shu clapped his hands and he was done. Believe it or not, he doesn't like to talk anyway.The wolf cub has to be tamed slowly, and one day he will stand on his side.

He patted Song Anan on the shoulder, opened the door and went back to his room to catch up on sleep.

The author has something to say: this chapter is a bit short_(:з」∠)_

I wanted to add the following plot, but it would be too looooong, so I will fight for thick and long tomorrow!

Thank you for your support, okay~