MTL - The Male Lead Doesn’t Cooperate-Chapter 24

The tops and trousers cost four yuan each. Song Cun counted the money in his pocket and bought 500 pairs of trousers, 500 pieces of tops, and a payment of 4,000 yuan. After paying the money, he checked whether the clothes were damaged or not. He loaded the goods into the car and left. Before leaving, Song Cun said with a smile: "Brother Hu, wait until I sell out these goods before buying."

Hu Cheng waved his hand, thinking in his heart that we should wait until you sold out all these clothes, but he said with a smile on his face, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Song Cun was sitting in the passenger seat, and Xu Changqing asked, "Are you going to the coach station now? There is a freight station next to it."

Song Cun put his hand on his chin and pondered for a while, looked at Xu Changqing and asked, "Brother Xu, do you know where there are more people, and it would be better if there is a place where you can go to the market?"

Xu Changqing looked at him suspiciously, but still said: "Our family lives in Taiping District, which is an old town, and when you meet a pair around the vegetable market, you will have a fair."

Song Cun thought for a while and asked, "Is it tomorrow?"

Xu Changqing nodded, "Every time there are so many people in the market, not to mention the cheap things in the market, and the villagers near the city bring their own vegetables to sell early. So much so that the old men and women in other districts take the bus I come all the way to the market just to buy a handful of fresh vegetables.”

Song Cun said with a smile: "Let's find a hotel first and rest."

Xu Changqing glanced at him, "Okay." But he couldn't help cursing in his heart, this topic jumps up really fast, he can't keep up with his way of thinking as a college student.

Song Cun looked at Xu Changqing and asked, "Brother Xu, what's up tomorrow? If there's nothing else, I have to ask you to help me for a day."

Xu Changqing turned the steering wheel and said, "No problem."

The two found a hotel to rest for an afternoon, and settled for dinner near the hotel in the evening. Xu Changqing didn't plan to go back at night, and stayed directly in the hotel.

The next day, the two of them didn't wake up before dawn, and they didn't bother to eat breakfast, so they took a load of clothes to the market in Taiping District.

They came quite early, before seven o'clock when they arrived, but someone was already setting up a stall. They found an open place, and Song Cun directly tore open the big bag of clothes and spread them on the ground, and put the clothes on the ground. Then I found a piece of cardboard and wrote on it that the clothes and trousers were all 5.5 yuan for one piece, and 10 yuan for two pieces. After writing, stand there.

Song Cun saw that no one was coming, so he ran to the bun shop next door and bought a dozen buns and two boxes of soy milk. He brought them over and said, "Let's eat and sell as we go, so that we won't be able to eat when there are too many people."

Xu Changqing took the soy milk buns and ate them silently, but he was worried in his heart, can these clothes really sell?

After eating breakfast, Song Cun yelled from the side: "Don't miss it when you pass by, it's a big sale at a loss, all clothes and pants are five yuan a piece, and two pieces are ten yuan, a sale at a loss, a sale at a loss, five yuan fifty-one One piece, two pieces for ten yuan."

Xu Changqing wiped his mouth after breakfast, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly when he heard Song Cun's yelling. He couldn't wipe his face off.

Song Cun yelled for a few minutes before an old lady came forward and looked at some clothes. She frowned: "Young man, can you make these clothes cheaper?"

Song Cun said with a smile: "Ma'am, this is already the cheapest. How can I sell it to you at a loss?" He picked up a pair of trousers, "Just these trousers, even the fabric is more than five yuan and fifty cents. If you want to buy it, hurry up, if you don’t buy it today, the price will increase tomorrow.”

The old lady looked at him and said suspiciously: "Is the price going to increase tomorrow? These clothes don't look good."

Song Cun looked at the old lady's clothes, and was not annoyed. Instead, he smiled and said, "Ma'am, it doesn't matter whether it looks good or not, as long as the quality is good, and no matter how ugly it is, it's better than going out in old clothes. After all, it's only five yuan." It costs only 10 yuan if you buy 2 pieces. What can you do with 10 yuan now? Go out to buy vegetables and cut some meat, and you will be gone. If you eat less meat, you can wear one more piece of clothing, which is a good deal. What's more, I'm here for the first time to sell clothes today, the main purpose is to get acquainted, next time all the clothes will have to be raised by 50 cents, even if I lose money, I can't lose too much, after all, we have to earn some money for food, don't we?"

The old lady took the clothes back and forth, looked and looked, looked and looked, and couldn't decide which one to buy.

Song Cun picked a few for her and said, "Auntie, there are men's and women's styles of these clothes. It's so cheap. Buy more. You buy two and bring two for your family. The clothes are loose in style and high in quality. Fortunately, it can be worn when working at home and going out to buy groceries."

Seeing that Song Cun had chosen her well, the old lady gritted her teeth: "Okay, buy a suit for my old man. He wears it when he goes out for a walk with his dog. The clothes won't get dirty."

Song Cun packed his clothes and said, "Ma'am, twenty yuan."

After collecting the money, Song Cun handed the clothes to the aunt.

Xu Changqing looked at it from the side, quite curious, he asked: "Have you ever done business before?"

Song Cun shook his head and stuffed the money into the shoe box prepared next to him: "No, it's the first time to do business."

Xu Changqing asked in surprise: "It's the first time to do business, so proficient?" Looking at him like that, those who didn't know thought this kid was a small businessman.

Song Cun looked at him and said with a smile: "I haven't done business, haven't I bought anything yet? You can sell your own things to customers as others sell you. After a long time, you will get used to it." .”

That being said, Xu Changqing felt that he couldn’t do it. If he was asked to bargain with others and pull customers to buy things, he didn’t feel ashamed if he couldn’t open his mouth. He is quite envious of letting go and letting go.

Song Cun said: "How about this, when there will be more guests, you will help collect the money and pack the clothes."

As soon as he finished speaking, several aunts and aunts rushed in front of the stall, and Song Cun began to shout: "Don't miss it when you pass by, it's a sale at a loss, a sale at a loss, all clothes are five yuan a piece, and two pieces are ten yuan, not today. Buy it, and it will increase by 50 cents next time when there is a market."

The two aunts next to each other muttered: "Ten yuan for two pieces, it's quite cheap, buy two pieces and go back to wear."

"The price will increase in the next episode, and I'll buy two to go back. The style of this dress is not very fashionable, but it's only ten yuan, so I can wear it with my grandson and it won't get dirty."

"Then you buy two more and wear them differently."

The living conditions are better now than in the past few years, and it is not enough to be able to buy new clothes every month, or even to be able to buy one new dress every season. The style of this dress is not good, but the quality is good, the style is loose, and it is not too cumbersome to wear. A few old ladies tried it on, and the upper body is quite comfortable.

Such clothes are suitable for work, and the new clothes can be kept for getting close or going out for errands. It only costs ten yuan, but you can get two good-quality clothes, and you can buy them as soon as you buy them.

Many people who came to see the clothes had this idea, and most of them bought two pieces. There are also those who just want to buy one piece and want to buy it cheaply. Song Cun suggested to them that they can buy it together, and they can also give ten yuan.

Everyone heard what he said, and started to find other people to buy together. In less than an hour, Song Cun sold dozens of clothes. The business was getting better and better, and more and more people gathered around the stall. Song Cun had no choice but to let Xu Changqing take care of it, and he took care of it himself.

Xu Changqing was a little cautious. Song Cun told him that if people asked you, you should introduce them. If no one asked, you would collect money and pack clothes. Only then did Xu Changqing breathe a sigh of relief.

The two of them were so busy that their feet didn't touch the ground, and there were no customers until noon. The two of them sat directly on the stall in exhaustion.

After resting for a while, Song Cun began to clear the inventory. Xu Changqing went to help. After clearing the inventory, Song Cun did the math and sold 420 pieces of clothes in one morning. The two loaded the rest of the clothes into the car. Song Cun Sitting on the passenger seat holding the shoe box to sort out the loose change, after sorting and counting, it was sold for 2,110 yuan in the morning, and the cost was almost 400 yuan.

Xu Changqing saw Song Cun counting the money, so he sat in the driver's seat and said nothing. He didn't know the purchase price of Song Cun's clothes, but seeing that his clothes were sold so cheaply, he might not make much money.

After earning money in the morning, Xu Changqing was also busy all morning. Song Cun did not treat himself badly, so he decided to have a good meal at noon. The two found a better restaurant, and ordered a stewed fish, a stewed pig's trotter, and two side dishes. Originally, Song Cun wanted to order two bottles of beer, but thinking that Xu Changqing had to drive, it was fine, and the beer was still at night. drink it.

After lunch, the two took a break. Song Cun didn't intend to be idle. They found a community and saw that the entrance of the community was full of old people and children playing leisurely. Of course, there were also a few young people with children. The hawkers who set up stalls sold toys, soft drinks, and food. They parked their cars and set up stalls next to the vendors with their clothes.

As soon as they arranged the clothes, the people next to them gathered around. Song Cun put away the cards he wrote as usual. When those people saw the price written on the cards, it was five yuan and five for one piece, and ten yuan for two pieces, which was very cheap. , people have the idea of ​​picking up leaks, so they can't help but squat down and pick up the clothes to feel the quality and look at the style.

Song Cun didn't yell, after all, it was in the square of the community, the influence was not good, and those who were willing to buy would buy it without him yelling. Even so, a dozen pieces were sold in a short time. Song Cun had nothing to do. Seeing that it was too hot, he ran to the store at the gate of the community to buy two ice creams, and each of them ate one.

The two sat on the stone bench in the square, chatting lazily, and let the people in the community come and go to choose clothes. If they liked them, they would charge them to pack the clothes. , In the evening, fifty or sixty pieces of clothes were sold out.

In the evening, a night market was set up next to the community. This was something Song Cun did not expect. Even though he was extremely exhausted, he started to set up a stall after finishing his dinner casually at the night market. The night market was slightly more crowded and sold more than 200 pieces of clothes in one night. go out. When they got back to the hotel, both of them were exhausted and paralyzed. Song didn't even count the money, and fell asleep on the bed after taking a shower.

Both are young, and their bodies recover when they wake up in the morning. After washing up, he went out to have breakfast. Song Cun bought eggs, steamed buns, and soy milk. He said to Xu Changqing, "Eat more, I'm tired of selling clothes, so I won't have time to eat when I'm hungry."

Xu Changqing nodded, but he was not polite. After all, as Song Cun said, selling clothes is really tiring.

Nearly 700 pieces of trousers were sold yesterday. There is no market today. Song Cun plans to sell them at the entrance of the community during the day and at the night market at night. Unexpectedly, all the clothes were sold out before the evening.

Song Cun called Hu Cheng and said he was going to buy goods. Although Hu Cheng was surprised, he still waited for Song Cun in the factory. When Song Cun came over, he tentatively asked how Song Cun's clothes were selling, but Song Cun turned him away. He didn't ask any more, no matter how Song Cun sold the clothes, as long as he could sell the clothes and his task was completed, the factory would give him a salary increase.

This time Song Cun directly bought 2,000 pieces of goods, and went directly to the market to sell them at the fair the next day. Some of them bought clothes and thought they were cheap, but they bought them again this time, only to find that the clothes were really expensive. The price is 6 yuan for one piece of clothing, and 11 yuan for two pieces. They regretted it, but there was nothing they could do. After thinking about it, even if it cost eleven yuan for two pieces, it was quite cheap, they gritted their teeth and bought it. Afraid that if they don't buy it this time, the boss will raise the price next time, and they will regret it and have no place to buy it.

When there are no fairs, Song Cun goes to night markets or community squares where stalls can be set up to sell. During the period, he also inquired that there were also markets in other districts. The market here was saturated, and he couldn't sell it very much, so he went to other markets to sell it.

Four thousand pieces of clothes were sold in less than a week. Song Cun accepted the bill from Xu Changqing because he wanted to burn the "February" for Song Jianguo. Back to the village early.

Ever since Song Cun went to the provincial capital, Song Xiaomeng, Song Gaofei, and Song Xiaolu stayed at home. No one came to the door or asked questions. After Song Cun left for a few days, no one in the village knew that he was not at home. He was carrying his things, and when he came back early in the morning, he thought he was going to the town to buy Shaoqi for Song Jianguo.

When Song Cun came back, Song Xiaomeng, Song Gaofei, and Song Xiaolu breathed a sigh of relief. They really wanted to ask Song Cun about going out to do business, but seeing that he didn't say anything, they didn't dare to speak.

Song Xiaomeng was afraid to ask, if the eldest brother didn't do any business outside and made him feel sad, he simply didn't say anything.

Song Gaofei felt that since the elder brother didn't say anything, the business must have not been completed, and he might have lost money. If he asked the elder brother and the elder brother borrowed money from him again, would he borrow it or not?

Song Xiaomeng also thinks the same way. If the elder brother earns money, it is impossible for him to say nothing. Presumably he did not earn money. Since he did not earn money, he should stay at home honestly. Their money is for the future How can I give all the flowers for school to my elder brother?

After Song Jianguo was burned on the "February 7th", Song Cun planned to go out again. Seeing that he was still unwilling to give up, Song Xiaomeng, Song Gaofei, and Song Xiaolu wanted to persuade him. Seeing that he insisted, they could only let him go out.

Song Cun went out this time and sold nearly 4,000 pieces of clothes from Hu Cheng's factory. Hu Cheng was shocked by the speed at which he sold clothes. The factory had only 12,000 pieces in stock, and Song Cun sold nearly 8,000 pieces in half a month. He wanted to ask him how he sold clothes several times, but he didn't have the nerve to open his mouth. This kid is young, but he has some skills.

After selling the clothes, Song Cun went back again, burned "37" for Song Jianguo, and then came out again.

Song Xiaomeng, Song Gaofei, and Song Xiaolu didn't know what he was doing outside, whether the business was making money or losing money, Song Cun didn't say anything, they were entangled in their hearts, and they didn't ask.

Song Cun didn't tell them anything about the outside world, he just thought it was his own business and he was responsible for his own profits and losses. Even though they were brothers and sisters, there was no need to tell them everything. Just let them know where he is and is safe.

During this period of time, excluding food, drink and expenses, Song Cun earned nearly 8,000 yuan. With money in hand, he didn't bother to run any longer, so he bought all the last 4,000 pieces of clothes at once. After running in the provincial capital for four or five days, he sold more than 3,000 pieces, and he planned to take the remaining two to three hundred pieces of clothes and pants back for sale.

Now the worker's salary is two to three hundred yuan a month. Xu Changqing ran with him for 10 to 20 days and earned 700 yuan, 500 yuan for salary, and 200 yuan for renting a car.

Xu Changqing smiled happily. He earned 700 yuan in less than a month, and he still took care of food and housing. He couldn’t find such a good job anywhere. Song Cun stopped selling clothes. He was quite disappointed, and said with a smile : "Will you come to the provincial capital during the winter vacation?"

Song Cun didn't say whether he would come or not, he just said: "I have your phone number here, it's fine if I can't come to the provincial capital, if I come, I will definitely ask you for help."

Xu Changqing nodded: "Just give me a call and I will come over."

...

Song Cun returned home with two large bags of clothes and trousers. Song Xiaomeng, Song Gaofei, and Song Xiaolu were shocked when they saw that he came back a day earlier than usual, and he was still carrying such two large bags. Song Xiaomeng stepped forward and asked: " Brother, what is this?"

After going to the provincial capital so many times and staying in the provincial capital for so many days, you just bought two packages of goods and came back?

Song Gaofei and Song Xiaolu also looked at him suspiciously, Song Cun explained: "This is unsold clothes, bring them back and sell them."

Several people heard that this bag contained clothes, and they were all very interested. Song Cun raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Since you are taking care of the house at home, you can take some credit for it. You can choose a set of clothes here to wear, of course. Those who find these clothes ugly can also go to the town to buy a set, which is my compensation for looking after your house."

Several people did not speak, but their faces were eager to try. Song Cun opened the package and asked them to choose by themselves. Several people went up and searched, but Song Xiaomeng picked out a coat. Both Song Xiaomi and Song Xiaolu felt that this dress was too old-fashioned and unsuitable they wear. Song Cun didn't care, since he promised to give everyone a set of clothes, he would definitely buy them for them.

Song Cun came back from the outside with two big bags, and was seen by the villagers, so he talked about it in the village. In less than half a day, most people in the village knew about it.

Of course, Grandpa Song and Grandma Song also heard about this, trotted to Song Cun's house, and asked him with a sullen face, "I heard that you bought two big bags?"

Song Cun nodded, and said truthfully, "I bought some clothes and sold them."

Grandpa Song frowned subconsciously, what kind of business does a child do, and he doesn't save some money, what if he loses?

He said sternly: "The tens of thousands of dollars belong to your brothers and sisters. Don't think that you are the boss. The money is in your account, so just keep all the money in your own hands and spend it yourself. We old people are still alive. , I can’t let you do whatever you want, if you can’t, just hand over the money and I’ll keep it for you.”

Song Cun also frowned: "Grandpa, don't worry, I haven't touched a cent of the money belonging to my brothers and sisters. As for my share of money, I can use it however I want. Others can't control it, and I have no right to control it."

Grandpa Song's face turned angry, and his voice rose sharply: "I'm your grandpa, and I can take care of it if I want."

What kind of child, a little old man who doesn't have eyes, is that okay?

Song Cun glanced at him: "Then what does Grandpa plan to do?"

He respects the elderly, first of all, the old man is worthy of respect. The father of the brothers and sisters is gone, and the grandparents who are parents are sad, and he understands. But he went back and forth to the provincial capital several times, and his grandparents didn't even know about it. Obviously, they didn't even visit him once during his visit to the provincial capital. The four children live their lives, and others are fine with it. As grandparents, they don't know whether to trust them or not to have them in their hearts, so they just let them go.

Such grandparents, even if there is no plot, he can't respect them. You ignore us, but you want us to be under your control. He can't do it, and he doesn't want to do it.

Grandpa Song said anxiously to his question, "What do you mean? You are a child, what's the matter with you? Can you still eat me?"

Song Cun smiled lightly: "Grandpa, you talk about yourself. Whether you listen or not is up to me."

Grandpa Song had a dark face, Song Xiaomeng and Song Xiaolu looked at his elder brother worriedly, while Song Gaofei looked at his elder brother disapprovingly, how could he contradict his grandparents?

Grandpa Song and Grandma Song were taken away by Song Cunqi.

Song Gaofei waited until his grandpa and grandma left, then he looked at Song Cun and said, "Brother, you shouldn't argue with grandpa like that. When dad is alive, grandpa and grandma will give us a share of whatever delicious food they have. hurt us."

Song Cun glanced at him, then lowered his eyes, looked at him after a while and said, "You also said that Dad loved us when he was alive."

Song Gaofei was startled, not knowing what the elder brother meant.

Song Cun said slowly: "Since my father left, apart from Shaoqi, have my grandparents visited us? If they really came to see how we were doing, then they would not know that I went to the provincial capital to do Business."

Song Xiaomeng pursed her lips, she had already experienced the eccentricity of her grandparents, even when her father was alive, her grandparents didn't love her much, and of course she didn't care much about her grandparents. Thinking about how after her father left, no one came to the house except for Shaoqi, she felt very uncomfortable. The family is different after her father is gone.

Song Gaofei's eyes were red, and he said hesitantly: "Grandpa, grandma, they are also sad..."

Song Cun was noncommittal, Song Gaofei knew that his reasons were far-fetched, and he lost his voice at the end.

Song Cun didn't have time to pay attention to those unnecessary things. He looked at the clothes on the ground, went to the village committee, and asked the village head to help broadcast on the loudspeaker that there were clothes for sale at home, one piece for five yuan, and two pieces for ten yuan. , If you are willing to buy, go and have a look.

When Song Cun returned home, a group of people gathered around the house looking at the clothes. When they saw Song Cun coming back, they asked, "Are these clothes really worth ten yuan for two pieces?"

Most people in the village are not that picky. The style of the clothes is not good-looking in the city. Although the villagers also think the style is not very good-looking, but they face the loess all day long and care more about the quality. It's too cheap for two pieces.

Song Cun nodded with a smile, "Buy one for five yuan and five, and two for ten yuan. If you want to buy, you can buy two, it's better."

Even if it is so cheap, some people think it is expensive and want to make it even cheaper. Song Cun said: "It can't be cheaper. We are all from the same village. These clothes really don't make money. We only charge more for the round-trip travel expenses. It is in You can't buy such cheap clothes in the town."

The villagers thought about it too, so they no longer struggled with the price.

Uncle Song's mother heard that Song Cun had bought a large number of clothes and brought them back for sale. She tugged at Uncle Song's clothes: "Let's go and have a look?"

Uncle Song glanced at her: "Just go and have a look."

As they said that, they went to Song Cun's house, met Uncle Song and Aunt Song on the way, and they looked at each other. Uncle Song and Uncle Song nodded and said nothing. Aunt Song and Aunt Song hummed to each other, neither paying attention to the other.

When they arrived at Song Cun's house, Aunt Song pushed aside the crowd and said loudly to Song Cun, "Song Cun, I heard that you bought clothes and sold them? How much is it?"

Song Cun said the price.

Uncle Song frowned, and said unhappily: "I am your uncle, how can I have the same price as outsiders, give me a cheaper price, and I will buy two more."

Of course, what she wants most is not to give money. Thinking about it is impossible, she can only let Song Cun give it cheaper.

Aunt Song also said: "That's right, Song Cun, it's cheaper for us, we'll buy two more."

The people next to them couldn't help curling their lips when they heard what the two sisters-in-law said. As an aunt and aunt, it is not shameful to come here to bully my nephew.

Song Cun said: "It can't be cheap, this is the lowest price."

Aunt Song became unhappy at the moment, and said with a dark face: "I am your uncle, can't it be cheaper?"

Song Cun said, "No."

Aunt Song glared at him angrily: "I'm your aunt, so you don't show affection at all? Do you still have aunts and aunts like us in your eyes?"

Song Cun looked at her: "Uncle, the price can't be lowered at all, you don't have to buy it, I can't lose money, can I?"

Uncle Song turned her head and stared at Uncle Song: "Look at your good nephew, he is really friendly."

Uncle Song also looked unhappy, thinking that Song Cun was too mean, they were his uncles after all, they didn't show any face, they weren't good kids.

Uncle Song and Aunt Song also felt that Song Cun was too ruthless. The second child was gone, and the child would not know how to behave in the world. Their house was ruined.

Uncle Song and Uncle Song came here excitedly, and went back disappointed. They met Grandpa Song and Grandma Song on the way, and Uncle Song couldn't help complaining: "Song Cun is so young. I don’t have any relatives, and I don’t know what kind of children my second child is raising, but luckily my second child is gone, if my second child is here, I will be a seed of unfilial piety in the future.”

Grandpa Song and Grandma Song looked at her sharply.

Uncle Song tugged at his daughter-in-law's arm, and he didn't know what to say. Fortunately, the second child was gone. It's fine to say this at home, but if you say it in front of the two old people, don't you want to make them disgusted?

Aunt Song looked at her sister-in-law, and pulled the corners of her mouth in disdain. This is a two hundred and five, and she can't speak her head. No matter how bad Song Cun is, she is her own grandson. No matter how good you are, she is just a daughter-in-law and an outsider. There is no reason for you to dislike someone else's grandson.

Aunt Song's arm was pulled by the man, and she also realized that what she said was inappropriate, but she couldn't take back the water that was spilled when she said it, so she could only shut up embarrassingly, and hurried home.

Grandpa Song and Grandma Song sighed, and Grandma Song said with a sad face, "What do you mean by Song Cun? Are you blaming us?"

Grandpa Song snorted, and when he mentioned Song Cun, his face was full of displeasure: "We are old, we have no skills, and we can't help them. If you want to complain, you can complain. White-eyed wolves are always white-eyed wolves."

Grandma Song didn't say anything, and it was obvious that Song Cun was dissatisfied with them. If you think about it, you can be dissatisfied. Anyway, you don't expect your grandson to provide for the elderly in the future.

People in the village are more eager to buy than those in the city. Two or three hundred pieces of clothes are sold out in less than two hours. I can only feel that Song Cun's stock is too little, and ask Song Cun if he can still get the stock, they also want to buy clothes.

Song Cun told them helplessly that this was the last batch of cheap clothes. They can only return disappointed.

After sending off all the villagers who bought clothes, Song Xiaomeng sat on a chair and said with a smile: "When chatting normally, this one says that the family has no money, and the other says that the family is poor and can't eat enough. If there is no money, how many pieces of clothes will be returned? Buy it? I think it’s all nonsense.”

Song Cun looked at her with a smile, this girl has not grown up yet, she is also naive. How much money does anyone have, and can they spread it everywhere? They are afraid that others will know that they have money and come to borrow it.

Song Gaofei asked Song Cun: "Brother, these clothes are sold so cheaply, have you made any money?"

Song Cun smiled and said nothing, Song Xiaomeng couldn't help but said, "Brother, just tell us, we won't tell."

Song Cun raised his eyebrows and looked at her: "Stupid, my feet don't touch the ground when I'm busy, and I don't earn money. What should I do if I'm so tired? As for how much money I earn, let me keep it a secret, and I won't tell you."

Song Gaofei was a little disappointed. He was really curious about how much money his eldest brother earned, but his mouth was too strict, and he even said that he would not tell them if he didn't tell them.

Song Xiaomeng and Song Xiaolu also wanted to know how much money the eldest brother earned, but the eldest brother refused to say, and they couldn't force him to speak, so they could only resentfully not ask anything.

Next, Song Cun didn't run outside. The crops in the field were ready to be harvested one after another. He wanted to harvest the crops that could be harvested before school started. If he couldn't, he had to wait for the weekend to ask for help. receive.

There is work in the field, and none of the four children can be idle. The eldest sister, Song Xiaomeng, is good at cooking and housework. In the morning, she cooks, washes clothes, and cleans at home. When Song Cun, Song Gaofei, and Song Xiaolu come back to eat, they clean up the dishes and go to work in the field together. When it was time to make lunch at noon, she came back to cook, leaving the other brothers and sisters to work in the field.

The first thing to be harvested was peanuts. Song Jianguo planted three acres of spring peanuts when he was alive, and they ripened early. There is no tractor at home, so the peanuts can only be pulled by hand. The brothers and sisters squatted in the field for three days before picking up three acres of peanuts, and then drove them home.

People in the village saw their brothers and sisters harvesting peanuts in the field without any adult help, and couldn't help but feel sad. They all felt that Song Jiantong and Song Jianmin were cruel. Can't an uncle and uncle help his nephew at a young age? No wonder Song Cun didn't show any kindness to them.

The brothers and sisters of Song Cun didn't feel much. They dried the peanuts in the morning and evening on the three acres of land. They picked the peanuts in less than a week, dried them, and took them back to the house. Although they were tired, they looked at the harvested fruits. But there is also a joy.

After the peanuts were harvested and the sesame seeds were ripe again, they went to cut the sesame seeds again, harvested the sesame seeds, and soybeans. After the soybeans are harvested, there are still two acres of corn and five acres of sweet potatoes in the house. The corn and sweet potatoes are not yet mature, so don't worry about them for the time being.

Seeing how busy their brothers were, the villagers couldn't help but say, "Although Song Jianguo is gone, the children are all sensible, and they can do everything in the family. As long as they are willing to endure hardships, the family will stay together."

Someone else said: "Song Cun is a sensible child. A few days ago, the old man in the village married his daughter. Song Jianguo hadn't released the "July 7th", so people couldn't go, so Song Cun asked the next-door Mrs. Ma to help him bring ten yuan. .It can be regarded as a courtesy."

Others said: "It's this ceremony, human relationship, you will come and go. You come today if I have something to do, and I can go tomorrow if you have something to do. If you don't come if I have something to do, I will definitely do it if you have something to do." I won’t go. For weddings and funerals, who doesn’t have time to do things? Song Cun is a child who can think of these things, and Song Jianguo taught them well.”

What the villagers think of them, the brothers and sisters don't know and don't care. Song Xiaomeng looked at the food in the room, and felt indescribably satisfied. She couldn't help but said, "Brother, don't let us rent out the land? We can finish the work when we are tired."

Song Gaofei and Song Xiaolu looked at Song Cun together.

Song Cun said: "I don't want to rent out the land either, but harvesting peanuts, cutting sesame seeds, and soybeans are not tiring jobs, but there are still plowing land, spreading chemical fertilizers, and harvesting wheat, which are all tiring jobs. Our family has not yet For tractors, it’s better to rent out the land, take it easy, and save time to study hard, that’s the business.”

Song Xiaomeng was just talking, she knew the situation didn't allow it, but she was reluctant to rent so much land to others.

When school starts in autumn, Song Xiaomeng should be in the first year of senior high school. She didn't do well in the senior high school entrance examination, and she only got into the high school in the town; Song Gaofei and Song Xiaolu should be in the third year of junior high school;

No matter where they study, the brothers and sisters all have to live in school after school starts, and they can only come back on weekends. The poultry raised at home must not be taken care of by anyone. If you kill them and eat them, you won’t be able to finish them in a while, not to mention Song Xiaomeng is also reluctant to eat them. She fed those chickens day by day and laid eggs for them to eat every day. She was reluctant to kill them for meat.

Song Cun suggested selling them in the town, but Song Xiaomeng had no choice but to listen to her elder brother. After a dozen chickens and ducks were sold out, Song Xiaomeng felt that her heart was empty. It's sold, but she has nothing to do.

There is still a week before school starts, Song Xiaolu suddenly said ah, and then said with a sad face: "I haven't done my homework yet."

Song Xiaomeng said in a daze, "I didn't do it either." He was so busy that he didn't have time to do his homework.

Song Gaofei scratched his head, looking anxious: "I didn't do it either."

Song Cun looked at his younger sister, then at his younger brother, and sighed helplessly. He completely forgot about homework.

The brothers and sisters looked at each other, went back to the room in unison, took out their homework and began to do homework frantically.

That night, after dinner, a few people started to do their homework again. Just after doing their homework for a while, Uncle Song and his brother Song Yuanshan came over.

Song Cun's brothers and sisters put down their homework, and Song Cun asked, "Uncle, please sit down."

Uncle Song and Song Yuanshan sat down, Uncle Song looked at Song Cun, and slowly said: "Your cousin is getting married, and the woman's dowry price is quite high, and there is some money short, can you see if you can borrow five dollars?" A thousand yuan, give us an emergency first?"

Song Cun looked at the three younger siblings and saw that they bowed their heads silently. He said, "Uncle, where did we get five thousand yuan for a group of children?"

Song Yuanshan said anxiously: "Don't you have the compensation?"

Song Cun smiled and said: "Brother Hall, to put it bluntly, it is the money my father sacrificed his life for. It is not appropriate for you to use it for your wedding?"

Song Yuanshan's body stiffened slightly, but Uncle Song said, "We borrowed it, and we will pay it back after a while."

Five thousand yuan is not a small amount. When will it be repaid just by farming?

Song Cun said: "No matter what, I can't lend you this money. It's okay if there's nothing wrong. If something happens, you can settle the score with me. I can't tell if it's justified."

Uncle Song didn't think there was anything wrong, but Song Yuanshan felt a little offended by what Song Cun said, and he said hesitantly, "Dad, why don't you forget it?"

Uncle Song looked at him impatiently, what is it, how can he give the gift money if he has no money? He looked at Song Cun: "That's all superstition, don't believe it."

Song Cun said, "Uncle doesn't believe it, but I think elder brother believes it. It's a happy event, but it has something to do with my father. This happy event has changed its taste."

Song Yuanshan was annoyed by what he said, and said loudly: "Song Cun, don't talk about it, we won't borrow the money anymore."

After speaking, he turned his head and left.

Uncle Song's face darkened, and Song Cun said, "Uncle, you can talk it over with your elder brother."

Uncle Song snorted, turned around and left.