Lady forced to seek prince

Chapter 180
Mr. Song was walking back and forth around the charcoal kiln with a small stick, while Song Er and Shi Ping stood beside him, waiting for Mr. Song's orders.

Grandpa Song pointed to the small hole left not far away, and told Song Er: "Squat down and check the size? It can't be too big."

Song Er squatted down half understanding, he had done other things in the Song family these years, and this was the first time he was working on a charcoal kiln.In my impression, the master seems to have mentioned the charcoal kiln before, but that was only when tasting tea and talking with Confucian scholars.

At that time, I just listened to it casually. How could I expect that I would actually do it?Grandpa, don't mess it up and lose face.

The old lady Yang next to her couldn't help frowning.

Mrs. Song could see it clearly. To be honest, Mrs. Yang had to be blamed for what happened today. He has always been a talker but was forced by Mrs. Yang to make a charcoal kiln.

Don't you trust him?
Don't you frown when you hear "charcoal kiln"?
He had to cover the charcoal kiln and make her speechless.

Mrs. Yang became more unreliable the more she looked at it: "The charcoal kiln I saw before, I don't seem to find any with eyes." It's not that she wants to doubt, I have dug several times this day, Mr. Song always feels that this is not good, that is not good Yes, I can't tell why.

This is like a little daughter-in-law feeding pigs, one by one, either starved to death or starved to death.

Mr. Song raised his beard and said, "Why do you light the fire if there is no hole? It can only be sealed after burning."

Mrs. Yang immediately put on a face of respect, and did not argue with Mr. Song: "Sir, you just know what you know, we don't understand, we all listen to you."

It's fine if the charcoal kiln is not completed, don't make your granddaughter or grandson's husband angry.Although Mrs. Yang always felt that Mr. Song was always coaxing his little granddaughter secretly, it must be Mr. Song's idea for his little granddaughter to pretend to be Sui Ji.This incident frightened them, and the little granddaughter was injured because of it. Just because of this, can she not be prepared?

Mrs. Yang's words were insincere, and Mr. Song would not believe them. If he really believed what he said, why didn't he leave a piece of good wood for him?The pile of wood that was going to be burned soon was picked by Mrs. Yang five times, and all that was left were crooked melons and cracked dates.

Ugh!
Mr. Song never thought that he would be questioned even after rolling up his sleeves.Mrs. Yang kept her eyes on him all day long, as if she was afraid that he would teach the little fox badly.

It’s tolerable, it’s unbearable!

This time, he let Mrs. Yang see his abilities well, so that she would have to praise him sincerely when she saw him in the future.

"Get up," Grandpa Song told Song Er, "I'll see for myself."

Under Song Er's surprised eyes, Mr. Song squatted down, and then lay down on the ground to watch carefully.

Song Er really couldn't believe it, his grandfather could do this, isn't it just a charcoal kiln?It was said that Mrs. Yang had never seen the world, so she took this to heart. The grandfather himself didn't even want to be decent just to win his reputation.

If Grandpa's students see this, they may suspect that Grandpa is crazy.

The robe on Mr. Song's body was all dirty, and his beard was covered with dust, but he didn't care about these, let Song Er help him get up from the ground, and waved: "Okay, let's start burning now."

Mrs. Yang was surprised: "Don't wait for tomorrow?"

"Waiting for tomorrow?" Song Taiye said, "You want to steal all these logs?"

Old Madam Yang said: "How can I? Aren't I afraid that I will tire Mr.?"

"I'm not afraid of being tired." Mr. Song's stubborn temper has come to this point. If he can't be exhausted, but if he can't make a charcoal kiln, he will be mad at him.

Mrs. Yang looked at the logs piled up next to her, and could only nod her head: "Then burn it!"

Shi Ping and others carried the wood into the kiln, and Mrs. Yang raised her hands and watched carefully: "Can't there be anything else in the kiln?"

Others didn't understand, but Mrs. Song understood it very well. Mrs. Yang decided that he couldn't handle it well, so she thought about using the fire to do something else. It looked like she wanted to set a pot on it and cook all the meals for the sixteen households. .

Zhao Luoyang could see clearly from a distance, the scene went smoothly and happily, it was very good, she had better not get close to it, and wait until the kiln opened to have a look.

The whole West Village was busy. For the sake of convenience, sixteen households got together to cook together. Mrs. Song, Mrs. Xu, and Mrs. Cao were busy with the village's daughters-in-law.

Although the food was not very good, it tasted delicious. Those who had free hands would eat it as soon as they entered the door, and then go to work after eating. Everyone ate one after another for more than an hour.

People in the East Village have been watching their movements.

Gao Li was at home, and several villagers gathered together, talking about the East Village.

"I brought back a lot of dark things, probably unwanted pickles, and I don't know what to do."

"I saw it. It was brought back from a village that was on fire. A lot of broken bricks were picked out and used to build walls."

"It seems that there is still a charcoal kiln to be built. A small kiln has been built on the open space beside the village. I just went to see it and it has already been lit."

"They still do this?"

The group of people who moved in did not do what they expected.At least they have enough food to eat, otherwise how can each of them be so energetic?

Yesterday, I went to the city to buy a lot of fodder for the livestock, so it can be seen that I also have some money in my hand.

Gao Li was silent.

The villagers continued to discuss: "Even if there is some money, there are a lot of them. If we spend this way, I'm afraid it won't be enough until next year?"

It doesn't mean that there is enough food until spring.Next year we have to cultivate, and we can only harvest grain in autumn. What should we do during this time?
"So you have to keep an eye on it," Gao Lizheng said, "every time they come to fetch water, don't talk to them too much. There are a lot of men in them, so I'm afraid that they will suddenly have bad intentions at night, even if they don't know what to do, they will cheat you secretly. You can't help it either."

Stranger, is to watch.

Gaoli didn't want those people to survive the winter with grain and charcoal. He stockpiled a lot of things and waited to sell them to the migrants. But now they still have some, so he kept silent and prepared to wait until the twelfth lunar month. Sell ​​them when they are too cold.

This group of migrants has brought them so much trouble, if they don't make some money from them, wouldn't it be a loss?
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When Zhao Luoyang got up the next day, she found that her grandma was no longer in the room.

After she finished washing up, she asked her mother, "Where is my grandma?"

Luo Zhenniang said: "I went to the charcoal kiln. Last night, Shi Ping and the others watched the fire there. Your grandma passed by before dawn. I don't worry about going with her. When I got there, Mr. Song was also there. Woolen cloth."

Mr. Song and Mrs. Yang are competing with the charcoal kiln.

Luo Zhenniang said: "I hope it will come true."

Zhao Luoyang didn't care about these things either, and went up to Huang's Village early in the morning. Coincidentally, on the way, they met those people who guarded the carriage yesterday again.

"What a coincidence," the person who spoke to yesterday greeted Zhao Xueli on horseback, "Are you still going to Huang's village?"

Zhao Xueli smiled and said, "That's right, the stuff hasn't been finished yet!"

Huai Guang said: "My master's family name is Wang, and my family's Zhuangzi is just across from the Huang family. My name is Wang Huai."

Zhao Xueli nodded: "We are in Fengxia Village, my name is Zhao Xueli, and this is my daughter."

Zhao Xueli thinks that this Wang Huai looks very kind and likes to talk. He seems to have a good temper, so he probably doesn't have any bad intentions.

Huai Guang said: "My master wanted to find a quiet place to recuperate, so he took a fancy to this Zhuangzi. However, there are messy things on the Zhuangzi, and we may need to find some people to clean it up. I think you are quick to do things, and you have a donkey cart at home. Are you willing to take on this job? Money is indispensable to you, forty to sixty Wen per person per day."

Huaiguang felt that the salary was less, but the prince said that the sixteen households were very vigilant, and they would not come if there were too many.

Forty to sixty Wen wages?Zhao Xueli never expected such a good thing to happen.

Zhao Luoyang couldn't help pricking up her ears. Before, she asked Lu's family to help with the work, but she didn't expect it to be so smooth, and the Wang family came to find her.

Zhao Xueli said: "I don't know what kind of work it is?"

Huai Guang said: "It may take some effort. My master doesn't like that Zhuangzi. If it wasn't for the current weather, the Zhuangzi might have to be demolished and rebuilt."

Removed the cover again?Isn't he a dude?Zhao Xueli weighed in his heart, can such a family go to work?If you are too picky, don't make money and cause trouble instead.

Huaiguang saw Zhao Xueli's hesitation, and pinched his thigh secretly. He seemed to be a little too hasty, and this was already the result of his restraint.

Otherwise, you should spend some money, buy some food and drink for people, and invite people to be guests.

"We are all vulgar people," Zhao Xueli said, "I don't know if the master will dislike it?"

Huai Guang hurriedly said with a smile: "Our master's house is very talkative, you might as well go to Zhuangzi when you have time, anyway, it's just opposite Huang's Zhuangzi."

Zhao Xueli nodded after thinking for a moment.

Zhao Luoyang said in a low voice, "I'll go there with daddy."

(End of this chapter)