Food starts with Mapo Tofu

Chapter 708 For the Face of the Future Champion

Hearing this, Chen Nian sighed.

It really is good luck tricking people!
A good man like Master Wang would end up in such a state, and from the perspective of Master Wang, it seemed reasonable to do so, but it was unfair to his son.

After all, when you come to this world, you are an independent individual.

But Chen Nian also felt that there was nothing wrong with Master Wang's idea. If he really waited until a hundred years later, who would take care of his son?

Do you want to rely on those concubines you took by yourself?

Or rely on other people in the family?
People's hearts are unpredictable. In this case, people can probably only see the family property of Mr. Wang.

In the end, Chen Nian did not open his mouth to comment on this matter.

No wonder the old man's tone of voice when he talked about this old man was full of pity.

It's really a pity.

But if you kill someone, you have to pay the corresponding price.

Just when Chen Nian was listening to his father telling the story of Master Wang and was preparing to close the stall, Fu Ting popped out from nowhere.

"Don't close the stall, don't close the stall, there are still people who want to buy something!" Fu Ting shouted quickly.

Chen Nian and Song San couldn't help casting their gazes over.

I saw Fu Ting standing in front of the stall at this time, pointing to some bones left in the pot: "Isn't there still there? Why is the stall closed?"

Song San has never had a good look at Fu Ting, because he knows that Fu Ting looks down on poor people like them because he considers himself a scholar, but Song San doesn't need the other party to look up to him, anyway, he also looks down on this poor scholar.

As long as the other party patronizes his business, he will still do it, after all, it makes money.

"If it can't be sold, there will be a curfew soon, and it will be the same when it happens. The rest will be eaten at home, or sold tomorrow." Song San said, and looked at the other party suspiciously after speaking, " What the hell are you planning, a poor scholar?"

Fu Ting smiled: "What the hell idea, you old man speaks really badly, how much is the bone for a catty?"

"Fifteen Wen." Song San replied, "What? Do you want to buy it?"

"Of course I want to buy it, otherwise why am I here?" Fu Ting rolled his eyes, "How much is left? I want it all!"

Song San took an iron spoon and poked in the pot: "There are still three yuan left, which is estimated to be less than two catties."

"Then I'll give you twenty yuan, can you sell me all three yuan?" Fu Ting said.

Hearing this, Song Sanyi smiled and said, "Hey, didn't you write articles for this master and that master? You started to drink a bowl of offal soup for three pennies in the morning, why are you still searching with me?" How much is this money?"

"I call it a waste of money in this province. Good steel is used on the blade. Although I have made a lot of money, I still have to save it to buy books and paper for my son."

Song San didn't expect Fu Ting to say such words.

Originally, Fu Ting would have to choke if he said a word, but he didn't say anything at the moment, he just sighed: "All right, for your son is the future champion, I sold you twenty coins, but originally It’s not expensive to sell, and it’s much cheaper to give you, if you want it, you have to get a basin yourself.”

"I brought it!" Fu Ting took out a basin from behind as if by magic.

Song San was a little speechless, he suddenly felt that this poor scholar came prepared.

But since he had agreed before, he happily put all these bones into the basin.

"Song Laosan, please give me some more soup. You won't be able to use such a big pot of soup when you take it home. The three of you in your family can't finish it. Why don't you give me some."

When Song San heard it, it turned out that this guy was waiting for him here?
And Chen Nian suddenly said at this moment: "Brother Fu's words are wrong. You don't know this business. For us, it's better to put some old soup when cooking new meat. We can't give it all to you."

Song San also nodded: "It's true that you read more books than me, but you don't know about this stuff."

But even though he said so, he still scooped a big pot of soup into the pot that Fu Ting was holding with a straight face.

"Song Laosan, thank you very much. For the sake of taking care of me this year, I will write pairs for you for free, no money."

After hearing this, Song San laughed and said, "I need you to write for me? I have my son! If you really want to thank me, you don't need to engage in those vain things, just give me the money."

After hearing this, Fu Ting couldn't help but glanced at Chen Nian again. He really didn't like to comment on this old year, because he couldn't figure out what the origin of this old year was. According to his thinking, Chen Nian should have the same background as him. , otherwise it is impossible to have so many, but if it is said that the old age is good, but the old age said that he can write without reading any books.

In the end, he just cupped his hands: "That won't work, I will keep the money for other purposes. Anyway, thank you very much for today, and I will leave."

Turn around and leave.

Song San’s family took over the stall and went back. For the next few days, they sold soybean milk and offal soup every morning, tofu in the morning, and stewed pork in the afternoon. There are more, sometimes less, but in this way, most people in the county know that Song San sells braised pork here, and the two taels and the one catty also earn a full six or seven taels of silver.

"It's great, if it goes on like this. We can renovate the yard next year, and then we can find a carpenter to make some new furniture." Chen Nian said.

"Yes, it's all thanks to your favor. If it weren't for you, our old couple would still be living on the few pennies we earn every day."

"Father, look at what you said, isn't it all due to your craftsmanship?"

"Hahaha, my son is really good at talking!" Song San laughed.

At dinner, he drank some wine with Chen Nian.

However, the old couple is still used to living a poor life. Even if they are rich now and their living conditions are better than before, they still keep adding old-fashioned vegetables to their meals. Leave it for vintage.

In this way until the night of the New Year's Eve, they did not set up a stall that day. Instead, they were busy cleaning up the house, making new window paper, pasting up couplets, and going out to buy. Some food and wine.

In the afternoon, I got some meat.

While eating, Song San took out a pocket and said, "Son, here's your New Year's money."

"Thank you dad!" Chen Nian did not refuse, he knew that this was also Song San's wish.

But when he took it, he found that the bag was heavy. When he opened it, he saw that there were some pieces of silver in it, and he reckoned that there could be a tael of silver.

"Father, why are there so many!"

"Not much, you take it, young people always have a place to spend money, and the rest of the money, father plans to renovate the yard in the spring of the next year, make the front a stall and a stove, and then there will be no need Running that far every day."

(End of this chapter)