The whole family is so poor, I rely on the food system to make a fortune every day

"Fubao, Mrs. Song doesn't know if I can stay for a meal. I'll try to build a kang here tonight."

Of course, Grandma Song would not refuse, she immediately agreed, and the men in the family followed up to help. After two quarters of an hour at midnight, the work was basically completed.

After waiting for natural cooling and drying, you can test the kang tomorrow during the day.

After a busy day, I didn't want to talk much, and it was inconvenient for the master to go back, but the Song family couldn't sleep, so they simply slept on the kang.

The Song family saw that the house arranged for Grandma Song and Grandpa Song had basically been sealed, but there was no door, and the kang was hot, so Grandpa Song went to hug the quilt for the old master.

The two old friends made up the bed and slept together in the standard posture of sleeping on the kang, with a large space in between.

Everyone else went home and rested. In the dead of night, a figure hurried forward, causing the yellow dogs in the village to bark non-stop. The figure came to a hut and opened the door, waking up the sleeping people inside.

The people inside and outside were vigilant and restrained each other. The other people lit the oil lamps and looked at their faces. They were stunned, and Song Lao Er quickly let go of his hands, puzzled, "my uncle, why is it you, why are you like this?" Click back, where did you suddenly disappear before?"

Returning suddenly, disappearing suddenly, too mysterious, Song Tongban grinned, shook his head, put down his burden and sat down to drink water, and answered after drinking two large cups.

"Why are you all sleeping in my room? I just went to get the money, and I came back. I want to buy a prescription from Fu Bao. You can't do it without money, right?"

That's it?

Song Laoer, father and son looked at each other, expressing their disbelief, but they needed a rest, so they gave a long and brief summary of what happened before to Song Tongban and fell asleep.

Song Tongban was also tired, so he took off his clothes and went to sleep on the floor. He closed his eyes and opened them again. The next morning, he wanted to ask about the past, but found that everyone had left.

So he packed up, took a bag of silver, and went to Song Laoer's house, ostentatiously passing through the market along the way, but within an hour, the whole village knew that Song Tongban had returned again!

But everyone was more concerned about another matter. Song Youyin was also used to going to the village to tell stories in the morning. This time, besides the children and adults before, there were some more people.

Sparsely, there were about thirty people, most of them were women. After all, it should be noon at this time, and the women were all at home.

When Song Fubao went to see it, it was no surprise that everyone was choosing and washing vegetables while listening to the follow-up of "Journey to the West", with the same level of fascination as when she read a romance novel for the first time.

By the way, there are also romance novels!

Don't be fascinated by these groups of women, she remembers a lot, but she wants to write very differently, and when she tells one of the four classics, she will reward an industrial saccharine book of "The Domineering Man Falls in Love with Me"!

After a while, Uncle Niu came back with Yang Liuhua and others in a bullock cart. Song Youyin also finished speaking, broke away from the crowd, and ran to Song Fubao's side.

"Fu Bao, hurry up, they are too scary, by the way, you had a dream last night."

"It's Ah Fu Bao, you're dreaming. We can't wait to hear the follow-up. What happened afterwards? Is it true that the Monkey King will be suppressed under Wuzhi Mountain for 500 years?"

"What Monkey King, that's Bi Mawen, a Poor Monkey, a bad thing, otherwise how would he be punished by the Bodhisattva? If it doesn't change for the better, it will definitely not be released in the future."

"I also want a golden cudgel, mother. You ask dad to make one for me, I want a golden cudgel!"

……

The children in the village were crazily playing tricks and acting like a baby. Song Fubao was perfunctory and took Song Youyin away. When he got back to the door, Uncle Niu's cattle needed to rest, so they agreed to have lunch before Song Fubao went to town.

Fortunately, tomorrow is the rest and bath time stipulated by the Song family, and the old scalper has time to rest, so Uncle Niu had the heart to let the old scalper make another trip.

After lunch, Song Fubao shared his thoughts with Song Youyin and his family. The whole family was pleasantly surprised and looking forward to it, but Song Youyin, who had always been calm, was frightened by these heavy expectations.

For the first time, he began to get nervous.

On the bullock cart, Song Youyin's nervousness was particularly obvious, and Uncle Niu couldn't help laughing at it, "Youyin, you are so cowardly and ignorant that you thought you were going to meet your sweetheart secretly, hahaha!"

"Uncle Niu, where is my sweetheart, don't talk nonsense!" Song Youyin's attention was much better, and Song Fubao started to talk nonsense when he saw the effect, "Then find someone right away hahahaha!"

The two brothers and sisters came to Tianxiang Tower, where shopkeeper Liu knew that there was something good to do when he saw Song Fubao's smile, so he walked over in small steps. "Fu Bao, just tell me, what good things do you have for me to taste?"

Song Fubao snapped his fingers and shook his head.

"There are good things, but they are not for eating, but for listening. Grandpa Liu, have you found that there is no business from noon to dinner time? My good things can solve your problem. Let you come here How about it being full of guests every day, and it is very lively?"

Such a big temptation? !

Shopkeeper Liu was in a hurry, and his smile became more flattering, "What!"

"storytelling!"