Lady forced to seek prince

Chapter 183

Everyone gathered together to count the money, and Mrs. Yang looked at this and that with her hands behind her back.

Whoops, that's a lot.

The mother in charge of Wang's village said that the women's family members did a good job, and each of them gave seventy silver coins, which was more than the men earned.

"Tomorrow I will tear down the quilt, and I have to rub it well. The steward will see that we are good at our workmanship, so he will feel that the money is not wasted."

"Look at your prospects," Old Master Feng teased his old lady, "How much work can you do? You just follow everyone to get rich."

"Why can't I do it anymore? I've been washing for decades, and no one has given me a penny. Now, I only pay seventy pennies a day." Mrs. Feng shook the money bag in her hand.

"That's for the good of the host family," said Mrs. Feng, "but you have to be careful, don't rub the cloth."

It is true to say so, Mrs. Feng remembered it in her heart.

Aunt Xu next to her said, "Then I can go tomorrow too?"

"Why can't it be?" said Mrs. Feng, "It's fine if you can work. We are old, but we don't lose money when we wash our hands, and we don't take money from others."

The female relatives all said yes, and packed the money bags one by one like babies. After a few days of doing this, will the money come out without rice and food?

It's not too cold right now, and I can still wash. When it snows, this job will be gone.

Talking about the money earned, everyone did not forget to praise the people in Zhuangzi.

"Milk."

Mrs. Yang was watching, and she didn't know when her little granddaughter came over: "Do you regret that you should go to Zhuangzi with us?"

Mrs. Yang thought so in her heart, but she couldn't say it like this: "I'm thinking about opening the charcoal kiln for a while. I don't know if the charcoal can be burned?"

If the charcoal kiln can be done well, isn't it better than earning these silver coins?But if you mess up, not only will you not earn money, but you will also waste the wood.

When Mrs. Yang thought of this, her heart throbbed.

"Grandma," Zhao Luoyang said, "I still have something for you to help with."

Old Madam Yang said, "What's the matter?"

Zhao Luoyang said about thanking the young master of the Wang family: "It was also when I was talking to the cook, I mentioned that the young master of the Wang family likes to eat wild vegetable cakes, and this was heard by the young master of the Wang family."

"I said I would like to thank you, and Mr. Wang said, let us deliver the pancakes."

Mrs. Yang was surprised: "Wild vegetable cake?"

Zhao Luoyang nodded.

Mrs. Yang reconfirmed: "The wild vegetable cake I baked?"

To be honest, the wild vegetable cake baked by her milk is actually not delicious.Because her grandma always secretly put rough noodles in it, but when she and the little mute helped grandma light the fire when she was a child, her grandma always gave a cake without rough noodles.

"Aren't you joking with you again?" Old Madam Yang said, "The rich and noble family still like to eat this?"

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Yang stared at her little granddaughter suspiciously: "Or this is your idea, do you think everyone is like a little dumb, who loves to eat this rough food?"

The last time the little granddaughter asked her to help pancakes was when the little mute was in the village.

The little dumb is gone, and the little granddaughter doesn't like wild vegetable pancakes anymore.

"How can it be?" Zhao Luoyang said, "You have to use our flour to bake wild vegetable cakes. I'm not stupid. It's really what Mr. Wang said. I wanted to be polite, but I didn't know he would open his mouth to ask thing."

Now that it's all said and done.Old Madam Yang said: "Then I'll get up early tomorrow, and I'll bake some warm ones for you to bring, whether they eat them or not, we have to get the best ones for you."

Zhao Luoyang nodded, but he was still a little worried: "Don't add chaff to it."

Old Madam Yang said: "Understood." The nobles in Zhuangzi have to make good friends, how can she do this?But apart from the ones for the prince of the Wang family, the rest had to be mixed with a few handfuls of chaff.

The two were talking when they saw Shi Ping running over.

Shi Ping approached Mrs. Yang: "Brother, Mr. Song said that the kiln can be opened."

Mrs. Yang looked forward to it from dawn to dusk, and finally it was time.

"Quick, go and have a look."

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At the beginning, everyone was still talking about the Wangjiazhuangzi, and when they heard that the charcoal kiln was going to be opened, they all went to watch the excitement.

If they can burn charcoal by themselves, they can save a lot of money, and after having charcoal, they will not be afraid of the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month.

Torches were lit around the charcoal kiln, Feng Laosan helped to open the sealed kiln mouth, and then used the wooden stick in his hand to hook out the contents.

Under the torch, Mr. Song looked at the dark object, and immediately raised his beard.

"Is it ready?"

Everyone came to ask.

Mr. Song stroked his beard, and then looked at Feng Laosan.

Feng Laosan took out some more things from the charcoal kiln, this time he didn't pass it to Mr. Song, he held it in his hand to read.

"Sir, you are amazing," Feng Laosan said, "With such a small kiln, you can burn the charcoal so well. Look at it, the fire is suitable, and the charcoal is firm and not broken."

"It's really burnt out?" Shi Ping, who was going to call Mrs. Yang, squeezed over when he heard the voice, and then rushed to Mr. Song's side, "Did we make it?"

Mr. Song straightened his back, shook his robe lightly, and seemed to be full of vigor again.

"This charcoal is good."

Mrs. Yang also picked up the charcoal to look at.

Mr. Song raised his head even higher.Naturally, it doesn't matter who made it.

Shi Pingdao: "Mr. just said that next spring, we will go to the foot of the mountain to build a bigger charcoal kiln. The charcoal is not only used for us, but also sold."

"Sir can not only make charcoal kilns, but also make wine."

Shi Ping found out, Mr. Song knows a lot, maybe he can do something else.

Mr. Song responded, "It's all trivial matters."

Song Er couldn't help but glanced at his grandfather. Didn't the grandfather say that he just set up a charcoal kiln to let the sixteen households know how good he is, and never do it again next time?
All the charcoal in the kiln has been taken out, and there is nothing wrong with it now.

Shi Ping said: "While it's hot, let's continue to burn tonight? There's also a lot of wood brought back in the past two days, and it can burn a lot of charcoal fire."

As for the sixteen households, each household gets points.

Mr. Song waved his hand: "Take a break tonight, and work again tomorrow. We have to try how long these charcoals can burn."

Good charcoal can be burned for more than two hours. If it can't be burned, they have to adjust it.

Shi Ping was a little disappointed, after burning something, he could not wait to keep the charcoal kiln hot.But it's right to think about it, the first time you do it, you have to understand everything.

Mrs. Yang took the charcoal back to the house for a few yuan, asked Zhao Xuejing to get a broken stone mortar, put the charcoal in it and lit it.

Not to mention, the charcoal burns up almost the same as the ones you bought.

Mrs. Yang muttered, Mr. Song really has some skills.

Zhao Luoyang left a gap in the window to prevent everyone from being burned.

"He also said that he would build a big kiln," said Mrs. Yang, "is it really possible? Can you still sell charcoal?"

Zhao Xueli smiled and said, "Mr. Song said yes, so I can."

Old Madam Yang said: "Mr. Song really has some knowledge."

Zhao Xueli didn't know why his old lady had always been suspicious of Mr. Song. How many ideas did Mr. Song come up with during this journey?Didn't my wife see it too?
"Go to Huang's Village, there are still four or five carts left," Zhao Xueli said, "Tomorrow I will take people to Wang's Village, and my third brother will bring those carts back to Huang's Village."

　There is another chapter tonight, I will post it later.

　　
　
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