pastoral days

cobblestone?Song Chaoyang looked down at the handwriting he had written.Well, to be honest, it's a mess.It's not that he's too bad, I think his pen writing is still good enough.Facing the brush with a soft tip and some rice paper spreading around, he is also useless as a hero.

"I just learned to read and write today, and I'm still practicing." Song Chaoyang felt a little bit embarrassed.

"Haha, what do you think you wrote?..." Zhang Ruiwen's childlike attributes came out again.Song Chaoyang was annoyed by him, the children in modern orphanages were all poor children.Everyone is more sensitive and precocious.Very sensible.So Song Chaoyang didn't have any experience with bear children. He knew in his heart that Zhang Ruiwen had no bad intentions, but he couldn't put a knife in his little heart.

"Xiaowen, don't tease you brother Chaoyang. Didn't you just ask me about the settlement? You brother Chaoyang is very powerful, you can ask him for advice." Zhang Ruihua was more obedient, seeing his younger brother acting as a demon there, he hurriedly said it.

"Hmph, Song Chaoyang, you know how to settle accounts? I don't believe it." Zhang Ruiwen was arrogant, Song Zhaoyang couldn't even write, and it was so difficult to settle accounts. Isn't this a slap in the face of his young master?

"Of course I will, how about we compare two to one?" Song Chaoyang wanted to frustrate the child.This child, no matter what, can go to heaven.

"Then you will settle the account for the purchase of this kitchen, and I will calculate the account for my house." Zhang Ruiwen still played smart and picked a simple one for himself.

"Okay, let's get started." Song Chaoyang didn't care, he wouldn't show mercy.Wait to be abused, kid.Haha, there is a villain in my heart laughing wildly again.Sure enough, he didn't understand his behavior when he met Zhang Ruiwen.Competitive, bullying children.

Song Zhaoyang also felt that his body was younger after time travelling, and his heart was also younger.

While Zhang Ruiwen was fiddling with the abacus in a panic, Song Chaoyang used ink sticks to calculate quickly on the paper.Can you not fly fast?It is addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, soeasy.

The result was that Zhang Ruiwen hadn't finished calculating two pages of accounts, while Song Zhaoyang had already done all the calculations. "Okay, young master Zhang, have you conceded? Don't look down on people so much in the future. There is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond the people." Song Zhaoyang looked at Zhang Ruiwen's confused expression, and was happier than when he won the military exercise.

"Both of you, Chaoyang, you can teach Xiaowen arithmetic, and let Xiaowen teach you how to write. Xiaowen's handwriting is very strong." Zhang Ruihua saw that the two started to fight again, and became a peacemaker.

Both Song Chaoyang and Zhang Ruiwen thought this was a good idea, it could not only solve the current headache, but also "discipline" each other.

"Master, the master is back. Let you and Master Song go to the study." While Song Zhaoyang and Zhang Ruiwen were staring at each other, a servant's voice came from outside the door.

Afterwards, Song Chaoyang and Zhang Ruihua came to Master Zhang's study. "Father, this is Song Chaoyang, my new restaurant partner." Zhang Ruihua solemnly introduced Song Chaoyang to his father.

"Hello, Uncle Zhang." Song Zhaoyang changed from his childish behavior just now and became mature and steady.

"Hi Xiaoyang, I've been hearing Ruihua mentioning you all the time, and today I saw that you are really handsome and upright." Song Zhaoyang always walks with his waist straightened, his head held high and his chest held high, with awe-inspiring righteousness.It gives people a solid feeling, Mr. Zhang has been in business for many years, and he is quite accurate in knowing people. This kid will definitely make great achievements, and he is very relieved to cooperate with Ruihua.

"Uncle Zhang praised you." Song Chaoyang felt his old face burn a little.

"Father, let's get to the point first, Chaoyang, please tell me what you think first, and let father give some advice." Zhang Ruihua didn't want to hear their business meeting bragging.

"I now have two main suggestions: first, I think restaurants can increase takeaway services. Customers can order food in our restaurant an hour in advance, and we will deliver it to the door after we finish. The second is the improvement of dishes. Let's not talk about it The style of the dishes, just the condiments, the condiments in restaurants are relatively simple now, and they need to be gradually improved, and only by constantly innovating can we continue to improve..." Song Zhaoyang showed the enthusiasm of reporting like a leader in the army, and talked about it.

"Chaoyang, what you said is very novel, but we still have to discuss some details." Mr. Zhang especially admired Song Chaoyang. He was well-organized, logical, and most importantly, full of confidence, which reminded him of his young self.

"Chaoyang, I don't understand something? What is takeaway? What is innovation? What is..." Zhang Ruihua felt that he didn't understand something just now.

"Well, this takeaway means that our dishes are delivered to your door, and innovation means having new ways to solve problems..." Song Zhaoyang kept instilling modern ideas into Zhang Ruiwen.

The three of them discussed for a long time and decided on the basic development of the restaurant.I also ordered the name of the food shop, called Youjia Taste.Simple and quirky.

Master Zhang enthusiastically invited Song Chaoyang to stay for dinner, but Song Chaoyang declined.He came to Zhang's mansion as a bookboy for the first time today, his father and father should be worried at home, he has to go home early today.

After saying goodbye to Master Zhang and Zhang Ruihua, Song Chaoyang went to the street to bring some pastries to Song Lai.Just go home.

"Dad, I'm back!" Song Zhaoyang happily ran over when he saw Song Lai packing his things outside the house.

"Chaoyang is back, how about going to Zhang's mansion today?" Song Laiyi asked very happily when his son came back.

"Very good, dad, this is your favorite pastry I brought you." Song Zhaoyang smiled and handed the pastry to Song Lai.

"Cough, cough" Song Gang once saw the sweet atmosphere of a family of bear children and Song Lai, highlighting his sense of presence.

"Father, this is the tea I bought for you." Of course Song Chaoyang would not favor one person over another, and of course his father should be filial.

"Hehe, I have it too." Song Gang felt that the scene just now was not too dazzling.

"Okay, okay, stop playing tricks, eat quickly, be hungry after a day of tiredness." Song Lai felt that his son was very sensible, and he was very proud.

The three had another hearty dinner and chatted. "Chaoyang, it's going to be winter soon, daddy made you a cotton padded coat, come to your room to wear it later, and change it if you see what doesn't fit," Song Lai said.

"Okay, I'll try it later." Song Chaoyang was full of anticipation for the new clothes he was about to have.

"Chaoyang, my legs are almost fine. I want to make a few more crutches at home, and then let Song Hai and Song Feng sell them." Song Gang said.After his leg accident, the burden of the family fell on his son and his own twins.He has been very guilty, this crutch is very useful, he wants to make a few more pairs to sell.

"Besides, I want the three of you to learn carpentry. This crutch can be learned by other carpenters at a glance. It is very simple and you will learn it soon. So it is best that we have enough goods when we sell them. " Song Gang added.

My God, it's amazing my dad.Even a modern person would not have thought of this, but his father in ancient times was well-versed. "Well, fine. But I may have to study when the school is not in class or at night." Song Zhaoyang thought for a while and said.

"Father, I think you can make some exquisite things. That kind of things might sell well. And you have to sell them at a higher price, and take the high-end route." Song Chaoyang was stimulated by Song Gang. We, a modern person, can't compare with ancient times. person?The best money to earn in modern times is of course a woman.

"Well, I'll do this slowly." Song Gang rubbed his son's head.When the child is older, it is time to discuss things with the child.A little relieved and a little sad.

"Chaoyang, is your study going well today?" Song Lai was more concerned about studying.The conditions for going to school to study in this era are particularly harsh.The family needs sufficient capital, letters of recommendation, and various difficulties.Song Lai envied scholars since he was a child.

Seeing his father's eyes full of envy, Song Chaoyang thought of a good idea.

"Father, let me teach you and father to write," Song Zhaoyang said. "Well, that's a good idea. Your father has always wanted to learn to write," Song Gang said.

"Then let's learn the names of the three of us today." Song Chaoyang went to the place where Song Gang was doing carpentry work to find three more useful wooden sticks.

Tonight's moon is extremely round, and the soft moonlight shines on the earth. At night, the three of them just squatted on the ground and started to study.Song Zhaoyang wrote the names of three people crookedly on the ground.It's not that he can't write well, he can write almost as well with twigs.He can't learn to write very well in one day.Song Gang is such a shrewd person, he must be very suspicious of him.

He didn't want Song Gang and Song Lai to know that he was not the deity.The deceased has passed away, he will be filial to his parents instead of him, and let them spend their old age peacefully and live happily ever after.

Song Lai is more concerned about reading and writing, and it is the name of a family of three. He writes every stroke very carefully. For Song, being able to write the names of his family of three is a very, very happy thing.

Song Gang is different, he thinks his Shuanger's serious look is too tempting, and he really wants to go back to the house.Brat....It feels like there will be another matter to distract Xiao Lai from the rest.

"Brother Gang, what are you writing?" Song Lai wrote after his son, although he was still not proficient, but he still had a good look.Looking at Song Gang, it was a mess, too horrible to look at.Seeing that the normally shrewd Brother Gang is now stunned, he is a little excited, and finally there is one thing that is so much better than Brother Gang.

"Father, did you write briquettes? Haha" Song Zhaoyang said after hearing Song Gang's words.I only saw a lot of characters on the ground, for example, a horizontal line is here, and the next to the horizontal line is at the end of the world.

"Hey, don't you just learn it?" Song Gang himself felt embarrassed, mainly because he had too much brainpower when he was practicing calligraphy just now, and he was a little distracted.His dark face was still a little red.Thanks to the evening, otherwise it would be even more embarrassing.The night passed amidst the noise of the three of them, feeling warm and happy.