The fake daughter married into the mountains and had meat to eat every day during the famine

Chapter 166: Start Stockpiling Food

It was noon when Song Yuntang returned home with a mule carrying two empty buckets.

Song Jinsheng was waiting for her at the door.

"Tang'er is back."

Seeing that he seemed a little depressed, Song Yuntang looked at him.

"what happened?"

Song Jinsheng pursed his lips, his expression slightly helpless. "Mom came this morning. After she knew I was injured, she told me to go home and recuperate. Dad and big brother will come here to pick me up later."

"How can the food at home be as good as here?" But since Zhao's mother had spoken, she couldn't intervene too much. "Okay, second brother, go back and have a good rest. I'll prepare some medicine for you later. Remember to take it."

Song Jinsheng nodded, "I will come again when my sister gets married. The pain today is not as severe as yesterday. By the time you get married, the other injuries should be almost healed."

"Even if the pain is gone, you can't do physical work. Second brother, you have to be careful and don't try to be too brave. If you are left with any sequelae, you will be the one who suffers in the future." Song Yuntang instructed.

Hearing her words, Song Jinsheng was so moved that his eyes turned red.

"I see."

Song Yuntang not only prepared pills and ointments for Song Jinsheng, but also gave him the three pounds of meat and five pounds of flour that Mu Dong and Mu Qiu brought last night.

"If you're unhappy at home, you can come to my place anytime. Just tell me that I can't leave you here without my second brother."

"it is good."

After Song Jinsheng was taken away by Song Jinbao and Song Jinyuan, Chen Xier came out of the kitchen, wiped her hands on her apron and said, "Miss Song, the meal is ready."

Song Yuntang nodded, "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard." Chen said a little embarrassedly, "Miss Song, I think..."

There was a hint of doubt in Song Yuntang's eyes, "What's wrong?"

Chen Xier stammered, "I just wanted to ask if there's anything you need my help with at your tavern? Fubao's illness has largely healed, and I can't just sit around doing nothing."

Song Yuntang smiled.

"You've helped me a lot on the farm. Don't worry, I'll pay you at the end of the month."

Chen waved her hands hurriedly, "I'm not doing this for the wages. Miss Song knows that I've been divorced by my husband's family, and Miss Song is getting married soon. I'm afraid that if I continue to live here, it will cause trouble for you."

Song Yuntang frowned, "Did my mother say something to you?"

"No, no, auntie didn't say anything." Chen denied.

Song Yuntang said seriously, "This is my manor, and my words are the only ones that count. You can live here peacefully and don't worry about what others think. I believe that not all divorced women are bad."

Chen's eyes were red with emotion.

"Thank you, Miss Song."

Song Yuntang nodded slightly, went into the house, took the tools and started making pills.

There is not much stock left, and I have been too busy these days to make these. I have to make more while I have time these days just in case.

……

After lunch, Song Yuntang asked Qiao Da.

"Uncle Qiao, is the busy farming season over?"

"It's almost done." He sighed. "There's really not much to do this year. I can barely harvest any seeds from the fields. If the water truck came out sooner, maybe things would be better. I heard that food prices in town are already rising."

He said, shaking his head.

“We don’t know how many people will go hungry this year.”

"How much has the price of food increased?" Song Yuntang asked.

"I don't know anything else, but the price of brown rice has increased by one cent per liter, and I'm afraid it will increase again in the near future."

Song Yuntang thought about it.

The tavern is about to open and needs food.

Brewing wine and raising chickens and ducks are equally necessary, so she has to stock up on enough food first. If there is a famine, she can sell it, so she won't lose money anyway.

"We still have some bamboo jars in stock. Uncle Qiao and Second Uncle Qiao will put their work aside for the afternoon. You two can go to the nearby villages and ask who has food to buy. Rice, glutinous rice, wheat, brown rice, hulled or not, is fine. Bring your mules with you. If the price is right, we can bring it back one ton at a time."

Qiao Da and Qiao Er looked at each other.

"Row."

After a short rest, Song Yuntang gave the two men five taels of silver and let them set off with the mule.

The two men did not disappoint her expectations. In one afternoon, they collected nearly twenty dan of unshelled grain at the price of two or three hundred coins per dan.

Song Yuntang also arranged for his four cousins ​​on the farm to start making mud bricks. The small courtyard they currently lived in could not accommodate too many things, so they would have to build a few granaries behind the house to store food.

The key is that this matter must be carried out quietly and no one else can know about it.

She had already emphasized the need to keep the secret to Qiao Da, Qiao Er, and her four cousins.

During dinner, she reiterated it to a few people.

"Uncle Qiao, Second Uncle Qiao, and my cousins, you must not tell anyone that I have stored food on my farm. If you need food in the future, you can buy it from me. I will pay you the usual price at the grain store and ensure that your families have enough to eat."

"We understand." Several people replied.

Song Yuntang said again.

"Starting tomorrow, spend half a day making bamboo pots, and half a day collecting grain to make mud bricks and build the granary. After the wine shop is repaired, if Uncle Cheng and the others are willing to stay on the farm, I won't ask anyone else to help. As long as you don't betray me, I will feed you and I will make sure you don't starve."

These days at the farm, Song Yuntang was much more generous with food and drinks than any of their previous hosts.

Wages will not be delayed and will be settled once every two weeks at most.

There are gifts during festivals.

This is simply a divine boss.

"Don't worry, Yuntang girl. I won't tell your parents about what happened here even if they ask." Qiao Da said, patting his chest.

The other cousins ​​also nodded.

"I won't say anything even if my grandparents hold a knife to my neck." The speaker was Song Changbai.

As soon as he said this, everyone started laughing.

Qiao Er said with a smile, "You little brat, you're a few months older than Yun Tang. How can you be so unreliable? Would your grandparents be willing to put a knife to your neck?"

Song Yuntang smiled aside.

"Everyone, hurry up and eat. Go home early after eating. It will be unsafe to go back late later."

……

The weather these past two days has been much cooler than before, and the sales of sour plum soup have also been a little lower than before. She only makes one pot every day, and after selling it all, she packs up her stall and goes back to the village.

That day, Mu Dong came to the tavern in a hurry.

"Miss Song, the eldest son of the Lin family is looking for you at the shop."

Today is August 19th. Song Yuntang was about to close her stall and go to the clothing store to pick up her custom-made wedding dress. When she heard Mu Dong's words, she remained calm.

"What does he want from me?"

"He said he went to the courtyard where you used to live in the southern suburbs and found that you had moved out, so he went to the shop. He has been sitting in the Ruyi Inn next door for a long time. That shopkeeper Yuan asked me to look for you, saying that he couldn't afford to offend the Lin family."

Song Yuntang remained calm, "You go back and ask him to wait for a while. I'll go find him after I'm done. Don't worry, he's looking for me and won't target you easily."

Although Lin Jingyao is not a good man.

But he has always been aloof and would not easily make things difficult for the lower-class people like Mu Dong.