Farmer Fubo is open for business

Lu Jingzhou also came to congratulate her and brought some clothes for the little baby, which were said to be newly made by Grandma Yun.

Song Sanshun quickly thanked him and invited him to sit at the table where the patriarch and his father-in-law sat.

Inside the house, Chang'an kept watch over his little sister for a while and saw that she was asleep. Then he went to the next room to instruct a few children on paper carving and painting.

They are still drawing the Monkey King series of pictures. They are only halfway through the series, but people have already come to pre-order the next volume, so they have to rush to work.

Among the people who made reservations were the brothers of Song Dynasty and Song Dynasty. They wanted a larger size for giving speeches at the market.

It is said that Song Er and Song San were well-known in various villages and towns. They also earned a lot of money and finally saved up enough money for their daughter-in-law.

Especially in the past six months, they not only collect money for exhibitions and performance albums, but also sell paper sculpture albums. Each book can earn ranging from 500 to 1,000 yuan.

Song Da, who had no well-drilling business, took a look at it and decided to get involved.

As a result, the three brothers started a full-time one-stop service of interpretation and selling paper sculpture albums, almost treating it as a serious business.

Chang'an walked around the small table with his hands behind his back, inspecting his new apprentice.

Now, in addition to the little hoe brother and sister, she has adopted two other children from the village, both in their teens.

These two children are honest and have a quiet and steady temperament, which makes them suitable for detailed work.

Chang'an suddenly remembered an experiment he saw at Little Goldfish, which was to draw little people with different movements on pieces of paper. When the paper was turned, the little people seemed to move.

It would be great if this picture could be shown

Chang'an racked his brains and suddenly thought of the simplest way.

She ran to the carpenter's uncle's house and asked him to help her make two large turntables that could be shaken quickly.

One of them is like a windmill with thirty-six fan blades.

Make a cover outside the turntable, with a small movable window on the cover.

She wanted to draw twenty or thirty paper sculptures with different movements and stick them on the turntable or fan blades. When the turntable was shaken, everyone could see the moving figures through the window of the cover.

Hey, if this method works, I can make more money.

Coming out of the carpenter's uncle's house, Chang'an was walking home with his hands behind his back when he suddenly met Song Jizu who was leaning on crutches.

He stared at her coldly, his eyes seemed to be quenched with poison.

There was another person beside him, Song Jizu's brother-in-law Zhao Quan.

Changan also has two dogs with him, so he is not afraid of them.

"Dahei! Come here!" Song Jizu also saw Dahei and shouted loudly.

Dahei stared at him blankly for a while, then saw Chang An walking away and hurriedly followed him.

"Beast!" Song Jizu couldn't help but cursed: "People say that dogs don't mind the family's poverty, but this dog hates the poor and loves the rich. It's better to kill him and eat his meat."

Zhao Quan echoed: "That's right! Take the time to get this dog. It's probably several dozen kilograms, enough for us two brothers to eat for several days."

Song Jizu hummed a few times and limped back.

Zhao Quan followed and murmured in a low voice: "Brother-in-law, people say that kid from Chang'an is the little lucky baby of the Wang family. Why did you just leave that kid to Song Sanshun?"

Song Jizu frowned and turned to glare at him: "What do you mean?"

"Haha, how dare I mean anything? I'm just aggrieved for you." Zhao Quan said with a smile.

Song Jizu continued to walk back and heard Zhao Quan say: "Brother-in-law, where did you send my sister? Was she really taken to the capital by Xiyue?"

"Of course, if you don't believe me, why don't you go to the capital and inquire about it?" Song Jizu said coldly.

Zhao Quan smiled coldly and did not take up the topic. He instead said: "Even the goddess in our hometown said that Song Sanshun was brought to prosperity by Chang'an. I think it was the same. When you two families were not separated, those days were so prosperous. As a result, after the separation, Song Sanshun and his wife were the most popular."

He glanced at Song Jizu, who was sullen and silent, and continued: "Let's talk about digging wells. Song Sanshun put a clay statue in each well. It is said that it was made by Chang'an. Why do you think he put the clay statue made by Chang'an? ah?"

Song Jizu stopped and asked, "What exactly do you want to say?"

Zhao Quan laughed: "It's nothing, I just want to tell you that Song Sanshun's family is very rich. People say that he has a fortune of tens of thousands of dollars, but some people can't even afford fifty dollars of travel expenses."

Song Jizu's face turned even darker, and he turned to glare at him: "Zhao Quan! Why are you so proud of someone's money?"

"You don't understand, right? If Song Sanshun's money is not protected, it will become someone else's money one day, don't you think?" Zhao Quan said with a proud look on his face.

Song Jizu was thoughtful and stepped forward to ask: "Do you want to break into his house?"

Zhao Quan smiled and said nothing. He came to Old Zhao's wonton stall, sat down at the table, and said loudly: "Aunt, give your nephew a bowl of wontons. Use a big bowl."

Lao Zhao had no choice but to light a charcoal stove to cook underwater wontons.

Widow Cui was unhappy. She threw the basin and said, "Our wonton stall is not owned by your Zhao family. Either one comes to eat for free or the other comes to eat for free. Doesn't it cost anything? How can I do business?"

Mrs. Zhao didn't say anything, but she still ordered two large bowls of wontons, one for her son and one for her nephew.

Widow Cui was so angry that she threw her chopsticks on the ground and shouted, "Let's break up now!" Then she turned and left.

Old Mrs. Zhao curled her lips, picked up the chopsticks on the ground, washed them in water, and inserted them into the chopstick cage again.

She had long wanted to break up, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it first.

The wonton stall set up by the old Zhao family on the side of the village road is doing pretty well and sells a lot every day. However, due to the partnership with Widow Cui, the income earned by the family is only half that of the family.

Widow Cui only came to help when going to the market and set up a stall at the village road, but she was often missing.

If the gang really breaks up, Mr. Zhao wants to build two thatched huts on the village road. She, her son and grandson will live in the huts temporarily, and she can think about other things after earning money.

Anyway, my daughter has returned to her biological father, so she doesn't have to suffer from herself. If she can ease her relationship with Song Sanshun, she might be able to marry a good husband.

After finishing the wontons, Zhao Quan said: "It's a pity that Song Sanshun's family has two big dogs, which are difficult to handle."

After that, he staggered home whistling, leaving Song Jizu and old Zhao mother and son alone looking at each other.

"What did your cousin say to you?" Old Zhao was puzzled.

Song Jizu was speechless.

At this time, Song Chengye ran over, carrying a basket with more than a dozen loaches in his hand.

"Grandma, there are a lot of loaches over there in the ditch, look! I even caught an eel." Song Chengye handed the basket to old Zhao.

Old Zhao took the basket, looked at it, and praised: "Chengye is really capable."

Song Jizu frowned and looked at his son. When he saw that his trousers were rolled up, his feet were bare and his clothes were patched, he couldn't help feeling extremely depressed.

When he thought of that little girl from Chang'an, her clothes were bright and neat, without even a patch. At first glance, he thought she was a girl from a rich man's family, and he felt as if he had swallowed a fly.

Why is it that Song Sanshun's life is getting better and better, but he is like a lost dog?

And the new house was originally his own, but because the old guy got sick, his family had no choice but to give up the house. As a result, the old guy pretended to be sick and deliberately set them up.

The more Song Jizu thought about it, the angrier he became, and he said to his son: "Chengye, go find Song Changan and get our big dog back!"

Song Chengye was confused: "Dad, why are you coming back? We don't have anything to feed it at home?"

Song Jizu slapped the table: "If you come back, you will kill and eat meat!"

"No!" Song Chengye shook his head repeatedly: "Dahei won't listen to me now."

In fact, he didn't want Dahei to die.

Song Chengye always felt that his Dahei was Yang Jian's barking dog, and he didn't want to eat its meat.