Song Yuanhuanzhi

Chapter 28 Buying Cotton

On the mountain in winter, the leaves of some trees have withered, and some trees are still green, like a calm and reserved old man.

The white temples are floating, going through the vicissitudes of life, quiet but not sad.

The cold wind blew through the mountains and forests, and penetrated into the room through the gaps in the wooden boards. The cold wind was still there, but there was an extra heat in the room.

A charcoal basin was placed at the feet of Ah Di and Fu Yuan, and a steady stream of heat came from the feet.

Brother no longer has to get up and jump to warm up from time to time like before.

Song Huan went to the mountains today to chop the firewood for the next kiln.

After a few times, she also summed up some tricks. The harder the tree is, the less likely it is to break after being burned, and what is needed must be raw firewood.

Song Huan first went to a few traps that were close to him and saw that there was no harvest, and then he carried the tree that had been cut down.

Cut it into a length that can be put into the kiln, about four feet, and put it in vertically. After stacking, you can also stuff some short firewood in the gaps on both sides. Attach it with reconciled mud, and plug the excess gap tightly.

Then, just below the level of the side of the cave dwelling, firewood was fired through an additional fire opening, and the burning smoke entered the kiln along the wind through a pipe connected to the kiln. When thick white smoke came out of the chimney on the other side, it indicated that the kiln The raw wood in it has started to burn.

The burning process lasts for more than an hour. After there is no dense white smoke, the chimney and the ignition port can be sealed, and the kiln can be dismantled to get carbon after waiting for five days.

Taking advantage of the few days when the kiln was closed, Song Huan took out the fur that had been processed. The fur was relatively thick, and it was difficult to stitch it together with ordinary thin needles. Song Huan had to go to the blacksmith's shop to order a new iron needle. It cost ten cents.

The fur doesn't need to be sewed carefully, Song Huan plans to sew it by himself.

Song Huan hadn't passed the fifth stitch, and the hairy side of the fur was messed up, like a knot in the wool.

Fu Yuanzhi, who came out to drink water, looked at the man who was still struggling with fur, "..."

He had seen her tossing about two quarters of an hour ago.

In the end, he was afraid that the rabbit fur would be bald by her, so he said, "Leave it to me."

Song Huan smiled mischievously, touched his nose, "It seems that my skills need to be improved, and this hair is too easy to pull out."

Fu Yuanzhi took the fur with a half-smile.

The indescribably awkward atmosphere permeated the air, making Song Huan uncomfortable, and slipped out in the blink of an eye.

She's going out to get some fresh air.

Fu Yuanzhi laughed and shook his head, knelt down, collected the fallen rabbit fur, and put it into the basket.

Adi withdrew his gaze, covered his mouth and snickered. After being spotted by his elder brother, he immediately corrected his expression, turned around and continued to practice calligraphy.

Song Huan went to the backyard to watch his harvest.

To be honest, she was wondering whether to exchange this carbon for money.

There are only a few households that use carbon in the county. Over the years, how much people use has been rationed. The carbon sellers in the county know it by heart, and their own interference has affected the interests of others.

Song Huan thought about it, and finally decided not to sell carbon, and just go to the town to give a bag to restaurants and wonton shops.

The next day, when the sun was shining, Song Huan went to the town with only two pheasants and two bags of carbon.

The weather has been getting colder and colder lately, and Song Huanlei's biological clock has also become disordered, so he woke up early in the cold weather.

The price went up on the tenth day of the winter month, and most of them went up by two renminbi.

Twenty catties of rice used to cost 120 Wen, but after the price increase, it cost [-] Wen.

Fat meat has also risen from [-] Wen a catty to [-] Wen a catty.

The price increase has both good and bad, and the prices charged by restaurants have also risen. These two pheasants have also increased from 55 a piece to 58 yuan a piece.

These two chickens have an income of 110.

The main purpose this time is to not know whether the price will rise again in the future, and she wants to buy more now.

If there is food, there is no fear of not being able to survive the cold winter, plus there is carbon.

In the restaurant, the shopkeeper and the waiters were already very familiar with Song Huan. Song Huan went directly to the backyard, found the shopkeeper, and settled the bill.

When Song Huan gave the carbon to the shopkeeper, he asked in surprise, "For us?"

Song Huan nodded, "Now the weather is getting colder and the prey is getting harder to catch. I thought I'd bring you here this time. I don't know when it will be next time, but it might also be the beginning of spring."

The shopkeeper nodded, "Okay, you can go to Lao Zheng's later, the old lady's birthday was yesterday, and there are some dishes left, you can take some back."

After Song Huan thanked him politely, he went to the kitchen to find Lao Zheng, and after another exchange of pleasantries, Song Huan went to the wonton shop.

There are still women waiting for the wonton shop. Maybe because of the weather, the number of people eating wontons has increased. Song Huan greeted the proprietress and put the carbon into the cart for her, and then went to buy things. up.

Song Huan's latest balance is one tael and 720 wen, plus the 110 six wen just now, there is also one tael and 830 wen.

Song Huan brought all the money here this time, but she still had to buy cotton and quilts. She knew the prices would rise so quickly and bought them early. Now it is too late to regret, so she can only buy them before the price increases again.

Cotton was 960 Wen a catty, and Song Huan bought [-] Jin and divided it into two quilts of [-] Jin, which cost [-] Wen.

I also bought three catties of fat meat, four tube bones, four catties of white flour, sixty Wen of salt, thirty Wen of sauce, and five knives of paper. I spent a total of one and a half taels of silver and 44 Wen.

After doing this, Song Huan still has 290 coins left in his deposit.

Song Huan endured the pain in his heart and hurriedly left the town with his things.

It is too uncomfortable to return to the pain before liberation.

In fact, there are quilts at home, but they are too thin. She, a non-indigenous person, really can't stand it. The feeling of being woken up by the cold after falling asleep is really enough.

And that quilt has been around for several years, and it is no longer so warm.

Song Huan had to sleep warmly no matter what.

Even if there are more than 200 cash left in her pocket, she doesn't feel regretful, and the money must be spent wisely.

Rather than being cold and sick and having to pay for medical treatment, it is better to sleep comfortably and not get sick easily.

Song Huan was still walking on the path back home, the north wind was blowing, and the trees on both sides of the road were rustling.

As Song Huan walked, he heard the sound of punches to the flesh and shouts.

Song Huan walked to the corner, and a dozen people were scuffling.

Song Huan didn't want to meddle in other people's business at first, but unexpectedly saw two acquaintances from inside.

Isn't this Liang Dayong and the tearful boy?
Song Huan put away his basket and things, and after confirming that the battlefield would not be affected, he quickly appeared in the crowd.

Song Huan confirmed the two waves of people based on his few impressions, but it was hard to stop them with just one hand.

Song Huan was worrying about what to do, when she quickly stopped the fist that was about to hit the tearful boy's eyes.

The tearful boy also found Song Huan at this moment, his face was overjoyed, and then he shouted worriedly, "Song Ya, go!"

As soon as the tearful boy finished speaking, he saw a blur in front of his eyes, and he flew out by himself.

Song Huan devoted himself to dealing with that person just now, and for a moment he didn't hear the boy with tears clearly, but now he looked at the boy with tears with a blank question mark on his face.

The tearful boy, "..."

(End of this chapter)