In the years of ancient traders

"Song Silang, please stop, let's go first."

"Let's go." Song Shu waved his hand, and Wanghailou's carriage drifted away.

Before dawn, the steamed bun workshop has already started.

There are five workers in Song Shu's steamed bun workshop, and he divides them into morning and evening shifts.The morning shift starts at Chouzheng, that is, at two in the morning. They are in charge of making the emerald steamed buns for Wanghailou and the white steamed buns that will be sold early in the morning. They leave work at noon.The people on the evening shift work from noon to Xuzheng, because fewer people come to buy steamed buns during this time, so in addition to making steamed buns, they are also responsible for collecting alkaline water, plant ash, and grinding noodles.

Because of the reputation of steamed buns, the number of people coming to Song's house to buy steamed buns has not decreased since other families in Xianghe Village started making steamed buns, and the workshop is still bustling with activity.Many people who want to purchase in large quantities will book in advance, so as to avoid mistakes in their busy schedule.

The new season of corn has been planted, and Song Shu has also experienced what it is like to be a farmer.

He used to do farmhouse entertainment, just for fun, and he didn't do all the farming by himself, and hired experienced villagers to do many things.Now that he has become a real farmer, he can't avoid this lesson no matter what. Fortunately, he has made a fortune by relying on brown tying beds, and he can finally buy a cow instead of plowing the land himself.

Even so, as soon as the planting season was over, he spread out on the straw mat like a zombie that had been drained of energy.

Seeing him like this, Sanniang didn't ask him to do things in the field.This year is a good year, the crops are not too full of insects, and the young shoots that have just emerged are green and shiny, and it seems that the momentum is better than in previous years.

Song Shu just smiled when he heard what she said.Before planting the seeds, he dragged Song Anan to be a burglar for several nights, changing all the millet seeds in every household.He had a limited amount of food, and other people only changed a small part of it, but his own had changed all of it.After more than 1000 years of cultivation and the baptism of modern technology, the grain seeds in his hands are resistant to pests and have high yields. If there is no accident, next year will be a bumper harvest.

The price is one box of spicy tender beef, two boxes of tomato sirloin, and three boxes of crispy tripe. Recently, Song Anan also fell in love with □□ instant noodles. He said that Laotan sauerkraut is better than braised beef.

Song Shu thought about it, maybe he could open a hot pot restaurant in the future, and throw this kid in there to have a drink.

"Erniang, are my steamed buns ready?" Cui Wuniang came in leading a donkey. She ordered [-] steamed buns yesterday and came to pick them up early in the morning.

Cheng Erniang stayed at Song Shu's house recently.Seeing that Song Shu was promising, her mother, Ye Niang, was not so enthusiastic about the previous marriage, but she took the Song family again and asked for more betrothal gifts.

Farmers in this dynasty had a fixed number of fields, and only the Yongye field could be bought and sold. The Koufen field was allocated by the government, and it would be adjusted according to changes in personnel after the autumn harvest every year.They needed something that could be bought and sold, as well as fertile land, which couldn't be bought without a hundred or ten pieces of gold. The Song family was just getting better, so how could they afford so much.

Cheng Erniang was determined to marry Song Dalang, so she simply moved into the Song family.

Song Shu chatted with her a few times and knew that this girl had no other choice, otherwise she would never have used such a drastic method.This year also paid attention to whether men and women could not get married. Although it was not as strict as in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, a single woman living in an unmarried husband's house would still attract a lot of gossip.

Cheng Erniang did this, and she, Ye Niang, was furious.

The girls who are to be married have a bad reputation, and now they will not be hired anywhere.Cheng Erniang's move hurt the enemy one thousand and self-inflicted eight hundred.

There are little ladies and daughters-in-law who are not worth it for her, but she herself is very happy.

Song Shu has a high status in Xianghe Village, so people in Xianghe Village don't dare to say anything about Cheng Erniang's matter. As for other villages, she can't hear it anyway.

These days Cheng Erniang helped Wuniang and Liuniang cook, helped Song Shu sell steamed buns, and often went to the fields with Sanniang and Anan. Every day was very busy, and now she was no longer black and blue.

Cui Wuniang took the steamed buns and left. Cheng Erniang took advantage of the gap to talk to Song Shu. She mentioned that Cui Wuniang seemed a little unusual recently.

"In the past, she only carried sixty ones a day. Why does she need three hundred now? Where did the donkey come from?" Although donkeys are not as good as horses, they are not cheap either. Song Shu's steamed bun workshop has not yet bought a donkey. Where did Cui Wuniang get the money to buy the donkey?

Someone said that she was selling steamed hair in Yuexing City, but Cheng Erniang didn't believe it.

Yesterday, a businessman in Yuexing City came to buy steamed buns and wanted to take them home to give his wife a snack. Cheng Erniang chatted with him for a while, and he said that he hadn’t seen a girl selling steamed buns in Yuexing City, but he had seen a few. a big man.People come and go in the market every day, no matter where they come from, the flow is very high, so the other party does not know who those big guys are.

Song Shu also noticed this matter, and asked Cui Wuniang side-by-side, she only said that someone in Yuexing City was anxious to make a move to raise money, so she sold it to her cheaply.Song Shu joked that if someone contributes money in the future, he will also grab one.Cui Wuniang dodged her eyes, and responded perfunctorily.

Later, he always avoided Song Shu.

In recent days, Yang Jian's artisans who are good at making mats and making various mountain palm silk products such as coir raincoats have all lived in Xianghe Village and lived in different villagers' homes.Song Shu often discussed with them the method of making the brown-tied bed, which has been quite effective.

The main raw material of palm tied bed is mountain palm silk, which is processed into palm rope after several processes such as drying, and then the bed surface is woven with wood as the frame.Song Shu knew a thing or two about the method of processing brown rope, and after repeated research with the master who was familiar with brown silk, he quickly came to a conclusion.He is more familiar with the weaving method, and he learned how to make the brown-tied bed from the village master.

Song Shu directly taught on-site, and the craftsmanship of weaving the bed surface with one hand made several craftsmen who made the mats amazed.

They were having a lively discussion, but Mr. Yang was yawning all over the place. Several craftsmen were worried that he would not let go even if he asked questions. Song Shu couldn't stand it anymore and threw him out to help Song Anan sell steamed buns.Yang Jian's face turned blue, he is a dignified son of an aristocratic family, how can he stand in front of the stall and count a penny or two with others?

Don't do it.

Go back if you don't do it.Song Shu closed the door and continued to discuss with the craftsmen.

Yang Jian: "..."

His groom didn't know where he went, and he couldn't go back, so he had to reluctantly move to the booth.Song Anan pointed to a basket of twenty steamed buns that had already been counted and said, "Four cents." He also pointed to the wheat that the villagers brought in exchange for steamed buns, gestured and said, "It can be exchanged."

Yang Jian struggled to understand Song Anan's Three Character Classic, and felt that life was a bit gloomy.

On this day, the first brown-tied bed was finally made, and Yang Jian decided to live in the village and experience it for himself.The village chief's house is the largest in the village, so he took on the glorious mission of entertaining Mr. Yang as a matter of course.

San Niang was a little nervous.

"You guys made this bed gropingly, what if it's not as good as the one you got from overseas?"

"You said Mr. Yang has never slept in a good bed, he..."

"Sister, don't worry." Song Shu patted her on the shoulder.

Many times, Sanniang really admired this younger brother, but he was able to remain calm about such a big event, as if the results were all under his control.

Song Shu yawned and went back to sleep.

He tried that bed, and it was fine.No matter how many good beds Yang Jian has slept on, can he compare to the one he wore from the 21st century?

Song Shu lay down to sleep with great peace of mind, but heard someone knock on the door.Reluctantly, he wrapped up his outer robe and stood up, pushing open the door, but it was Cui Wuniang standing outside the door. She seemed to be in a hurry, and her hands were twisted together, clenched tightly.Next to him was Song Anan who was expressionless.

"It's so late, is there something urgent?" Song Shu put his hands into his sleeves and dressed neatly.

"Can you go in and talk?" Cui Wuniang's voice was very soft, probably because she didn't want to disturb Sanniang and others who were sleeping next door.

Song Shu brought her into the room.

It seemed difficult to talk about it, and Cui Wuniang wringed her fingers for a long time before she spoke.She hesitated at the beginning, but when she saw that both Song Shu and Anan looked normal, she let go of her courage and spoke more and more smoothly.

It turned out that she met a group of bandits a few days ago.

This group of people escaped from the famine two years ago and lived in the mountains on both sides of the road leading to Yuexing City. They usually collect tolls occasionally, or do some physical work for passing merchants in Yuexing City.

There were also rumors of bandits in Xianghe Village, but after seeing Cui Wuniang and a woman coming and going without incident, they broke up completely.

Once, when Cui Wuniang went to sell steamed buns, she accidentally bumped into them who were collecting tolls.

Cui Wuniang was still scared at first, but they let her go without saying anything.Later, when it rained heavily again, she fell down in the mud and was unable to stand up under the weight of the heavy bedding and hay. It was the leader of the group who picked her up and carried her all the way.

Then after going back and forth, the two actually became familiar with each other, and Cui Wuniang gradually learned about the situation of the bandits.

"They are all ordinary farmers. Some escaped the conscription, and some came from the famine. The foreigners have no land and no household registration. They really can't live on, so they become bandits." The more Cui Wuniang spoke, the more excited she became, and she couldn't help raising her voice. .In these homeless people, she seemed to see her own shadow, so she became closer to them.

"So you carry three hundred steamed buns to them every day, and let them sell steamed buns for a living?" Song Shu asked.

Cui Wuniang bit her lower lip and nodded.After all, those people still bear the name of bandits. If people in the village know about it, they will be afraid, and there may be a lot of rumors, so Cui Wuniang has never dared to speak.

"Brother Guo is a very righteous man. There was a famine in their village a few years ago, and his wife and children died. He fled here with a few fellow villagers. Because of his strength and plans, those people were willing to listen to him." Cui Wuniang continued. Said, "But since yesterday, he has been having a high fever and his whole body is burning hot. They are bandits who dare not ask for a doctor. If there is any delay, I'm afraid..."

Cui Wuniang looked at Song Shu pleadingly, with tears in her eyes: "Silang, you have many ways, can you save him? Please."

Cui Wuniang spoke sincerely, and Song Shu didn't want to see death, so he agreed immediately.

It was already very late at night, Cui Wuniang was a woman, and Song Shu was a war scum, so Song Anan was naturally called to escort her.

Lives are at stake, and they go fast.

Cui Wuniang rushed to the front, wishing she could fly.She walks out to sell steamed buns every day, her physical strength is very good, she doesn't feel tired at all, Song Anan can easily keep up with her pace, while Song Shu drags on at the end, and starts to pant halfway, like an old fan .

Ancient roads are not as good as modern ones, not to mention asphalt, plastic and cement, many roads are not even rammed earth, and they are made step by step by thousands of people.Of course, this kind of road cannot be smooth. Song Shu was very tired from walking, and he had to keep distracting to see his feet clearly. He also wanted to hurry up, but he really couldn't imitate Song Anan and Cui Wuniang's fast walking.

"Hurry up." Song Anan slowed down and stepped back to his side to urge.

"Soon...soon..." Song Shu was panting.

Song Anan: "..."

"Don't...don't think...I don't know you...you are laughing at me." Even though Song Shu was almost out of breath, he still stubbornly confronted Song Anan.

Song Anan was noncommittal, suddenly turned his footsteps, bent over to take a look, Song Shu's eyes turned instantly, and was actually carried by Song Anan on his shoulder.Song Shu couldn't help but let out a scream, causing Cui Wuniang in front to look back.

"What happened to Shiro?" Cui Wuniang asked.

"Tired." Song Anan said simply and appalled.

Cui Wuniang was all focused on saving people, she didn't think there was anything wrong with a man carrying another man on his back, so she nodded and continued to move forward.

Song Shu felt wronged.

As a man, he was so weak that he was carried by someone when he was walking. Fortunately, it was at night, if he was seen in broad daylight, he would not want to see anyone.But he is not easy to object, he is the one who drags down the schedule, it is already good that people are willing to carry him, so we can't ask the princess to hug him.

Right now, the potholed dirt road kept retreating, and after Song Shu was strapped to his shoulders, their pace more than doubled.

As he approached the cottage, he finally regained his right to walk.And Song Anan, who was carrying him all the way, still blushed and was not out of breath.

Song Shu: "..."

It's true that people are more dead than people, and goods are thrown away.

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