In the evening, Shíyī sat on the table in the room and counted today's account by candlelight, while Yang Shifeng counted.
"15 catties of soy sauce, 20 candles, 13 knives of straw paper, 5 catties of vinegar..."
Shíyī wrote down Yang Shifeng's report and wrote everything on the back " After you have recorded all the things you sold, add all the profits together, and you will earn a total of 3,300 pennies, that is, 3 taels of silver plus 300 pennies."
Shíyī is quite satisfactory. In this place, one can earn more than three taels of silver a day, which is already a large amount. Some people don't save less than three taels of silver a year.
Shíyī showed Yang Shifeng the ledger, "we made a lot of money today, more than you earned from hunting."
Yang Shifeng shook his head after just glanced at it, "Today is the first day of opening, everyone is here to join in the fun, If you buy a little from the west, you will sell more in total, and there must not be so much business in normal times."
Shíyī agreed, "It is true, but even if there are not so many people coming, as long as ten people can come a day, the money can be made. It's better than a man going out to work hard."
Yang Shifeng nodded. , It is true, just like his second uncle, when he is free, he goes to the town to carry bags for others, and only twenty pennies a day is credited, which is quite high. And to open this shop, even if no one comes, the daily income is more than twenty pennies.
"By the way, is there anything that everyone wants to buy today that our store doesn't have?"
"Yes, many people wanted to buy some pork, but we didn't have it."
"Pork? Ah, pork!" Shíyī suddenly remembered, How could such an important thing as pork be forgotten? We can't eat vegetables every day at home. Meat is a must. In the past, there was meat in every meal because Yang Shifeng often went hunting in the mountains, so Shíyī could often eat wild animals. Pork was only occasionally bought in town and came back to cook. But now that Yang Shifeng is no longer hunting in the mountains, she will naturally not be able to eat meat. If Shíyī wants to eat meat in the future, they will have to buy pork.
Could it be that we can only go to town to buy pork every once in a while before we can taste the meat and fish at home.
Shíyī felt that she could not stand such a meatless day, "Yang Shifeng, what meat will our family eat in the future?"
Yang Shifeng paused . He also remembered this at this time. He will stop hunting in the future, and naturally there will be no meat to eat at home. He does not go to the town to buy goods every day, but every ten days and a half months. Eat meat once a day and a half a month? Even if he and grandpa could stand it, Shíyī would definitely not be able to.
It is impossible for him to let Shíyī live such a hard life.
"Do you mean that our family will also sell pork in the future?"
Shíyī nodded and said, "If people in the village want to eat meat, or if there are guests at home, they have to travel thousands of miles to the town to buy some pork. Our store doesn't have it. Don't they still have to go to the town, if we also sell some pork along the way, everyone doesn't have to go to the town, the most important thing is that our family has to eat it."
Yang Shifeng frowned and thought.
Shíyī said again: "Although pork can't be stored, we can buy a little less every day. If we can't sell it, we can eat it at home. If there is more leftover, we will eat more. If there is less leftover, we will eat less. It doesn't hurt to eat."
Yang Shifeng said: "I'm not thinking about whether it will be a loss, but where I can get pork. I can't go to the town every day to buy pork and sell it back? I don't have that time, and it's not worth it."
Of course Shíyī knew this, and she couldn't help but ask, "Is there no one in this village that raises pork and sells it to the town?" All those who can't raise pigs are raised in the town, right?
Yang Shifeng thought for a moment and replied: "Changhe Village, which is separated by two villages, has a family that specializes in raising pigs. All the pigs raised in his family are sold to the town, so they don't sell them to the villagers, but they don't know about us. Will they be willing to sell it if you go to buy it? After all, we don't buy a lot every day."
This is a question, if people don't want to sell, they can't force it, "Then let's ask, if they really don't want to sell it to us, then we won't buy it, the big deal is to go to the town to buy meat to eat."
Yang Shifeng nodded.
After talking about this, Shíyī brought a stack of paper and put it in front of Yang Shifeng, and gave him a brush alone, "Okay, now, I'm going to teach you how to read."
Yang Shifeng was silent, and reached out to pick it up . After passing the brush, adjust your posture according to the posture of Shíyī holding the pen, and then look at Shíyī until it feels right.
Shíyī nodded at him to indicate that he was right, then wrote the three characters "Yang Shifeng" on the paper in front of him, and pointed at the three words: "This is your name, you must first recognize your own name, and then Write it."
Yang Shifeng looked at the three large characters lying on the paper, very serious, carefully watching every stroke, he never knew that his name turned out to be like this.
Shíyī watched him read the words seriously, the corners of her mouth curled up, and she said softly: "You can write as I wrote, and you will be able to write a few more times."
Yang Shifeng's hand holding the pen tightened, with a slight tremor traced on the font of the paper, and he was very careful with each stroke. However, he had never held a pen and never wrote, the strokes were crooked, and the order of the strokes was mostly wrong.
When Shíyī saw this, she leaned over to him, stretched out her hand to hold his big hand when he didn't react, and grabbed the pen with him, "You wrote it wrong, come, I will take you to write it again."
Grabbed by the warm and soft hand, Yang Shifeng's fingers suddenly froze, holding the pen still.
Shíyī pretended not to notice his abnormality, walked around his hands with her own strength, put her mouth close to his ear and said, "The strokes of writing are very important, you see, you have to write this horizontally, then vertically, and then Such a swipe..."
Yang Shifeng's hand was taken away by Shíyī, his ear was full of her crisp voice, the tip of her nose and the fragrance on her body, she had no idea what Shíyī was talking about, Yang Shifeng don't know how his hands are moving.
"Okay, just write it like this, do you remember?" Shíyī let go of her hand, and her body also retreated, asking him.
Yang Shifeng returned to his senses and lowered his head, he didn't hear anything just now...
how could Shíyī not have noticed that he was distracted just now, with a smile in her eyes, but her mouth was stern, "Write it yourself, if you make a mistake, I'll be a real slapper."
Yang Shifeng pursed his lips and carefully recalled in his mind how Shíyī wrote , but he didn't really think about it, so he had to bite the bullet and write on the paper by feeling.
"Wrong! The strokes are not right." Shíyī said after she finished writing, putting on the face of Master Yan with great effort, "You can't even write it's too careless, you must have not listened carefully just now. No! Extend your hand, I want to beat the hand."
Yang Shifeng's ears were imperceptibly red, and he raised his head to look at Shíyī, with uncertainty in her eyes.
Really want to hit ?
"I said if I want to beat, I will beat, can you stretch out your hand?"
Yang Shifeng saw that she was really serious, paused for a moment, endured the embarrassment and slowly stretched out his hand and spread it out in front of Shíyī.
The smile in Shíyī eyes was even greater, but she didn't let him see it. She held his fingertips with hee left hand, and patted his palm three times with her right hand, and the sound was quite loud. Then Shíyī said: "Okay, I'll beat you if you're not serious."
Yang Shifeng didn't expect the beating to end like this, and he didn't feel the pain at all. He could feel the soft touch of her skin. It turned out to be like this...
Slowly withdrew his hand, Yang Shifeng tickled the corner of his mouth imperceptibly, looked at the big characters on the paper again, and said: "Write it again on the paper and show it to me, I'll definitely remember this time."
Shíyī is not good at teasing him all the time, but this time, she carefully wrote three words on the paper slowly for him to see.
Yang Shifeng saw it clearly this time. He picked up the pen silently, and wrote stroke by stroke on the paper. There was no mistake at all. The stroke order was exactly the same as that of Eleven, and he didn't even look at the imitation of Shíyī. And wrote it himself.
Shíyī was stunned. She knew that Yang Shifeng had a good memory, but she didn't expect it to be so good. He didn't know the slightest bit of these three words before, and it was the first time to hold a pen. Now he only needs to watch her write it once. If she was herself, she probably wouldn't be able to do it.
"Yang Shifeng, you are really amazing! If you write wrong, you will be punished, and if you write correctly, you will be rewarded!" Shíyī looked at Yang Shifeng with a smile.
Yang Shifeng looked at her suspiciously, "What-"
Before he could finish speaking , Shíyī kissed him on the cheek at an unexpected speed and made a loud noise, "This is the reward, okay?"
Yang Shifeng froze, his face was so fast that he couldn't hide his ears. The momentum turned red, and the next second, he stood up and walked straight out. The chair made a harsh sound by him and almost fell to the ground, "It's getting late, I'm going to bed." When the person falls, there is no shadow, and the door of the next room makes a "bump" sound.
Shíyī blinked, and suddenly burst out laughing, "Hahaha, this big idiot, isn't it just a kiss on your cheeks, as for this, if he does something unsuitable for children, then he... .." Shíyī thought of certain images and couldn't help but smirk.
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The next day, as soon as Shíyī walked out of the room, she saw Yang Shifeng walking out. He also saw Shíyī, and immediately turned his eyes away, his footsteps Go faster.
"Yang Shifeng, what are you doing?" Shíyī couldn't let him go.
Yang Shifeng paused, looked out the door and said, "I'm not busy today, I'll go to the pig-raising house in Changhe Village."
Eleven heard the words and walked quickly to him, "I'll go too, take me with you."
"The road is a bit long, you can rest at home, I'll go alone."
"No, I'm going."
Yang Shifeng had no choice but to compromise, and went to the kitchen to get her two steamed buns, "Then you Eat something firstr."
Shíyī happily took it and followed him into the donkey cart, but instead of entering the carriage, she sat in front with him, eating the steamed buns in her hand while watching the roadside scenery.
"Have you eaten?" Shíyī asked.
Yang Shifeng looked at the road ahead, "I've eaten it."
Nodding Shíyī grabbed a piece and fed it to his mouth, "Then take another bite."
Yang Shifeng didn't open his mouth, didn't look sideways, and refused: "I'm full, you can eat it yourself."
Shíyī didn't take the steamed buns away, but leaned closer to his lips, "Then you can try mine, maybe better than Your food, it is delicious."
Yang Shifeng: "..." It's all a pot of steamed buns.
Yang Shifeng couldn't beat Shíyī, so he reluctantly opened his mouth to eat the steamed buns and chewed them.
Shíyī looked at him with a smile, "How about it, isn't my steamed buns more delicious?"
Yang Shifeng was silent, rushing on his way very seriously.
Shíyī hummed inwardly and happily continued to eat her steamed buns.
Yang Shifeng secretly exhaled.
"You little bastard, how dare you steal something to eat, I'm going to kill you today! You white-eyed wolf."
A rude female voice suddenly came from the ear, accompanied by the sound of the rope being pulled on the flesh. , it sounds painful. Shíyī looked at the source of the sound, and saw in the open courtyard of an open house, a young boy of about five or six years old was being slapped on his body by a woman with a big shoulder and a round waist holding a thick rope to bind things, and he was scolded while being pulled.
The child was biting and pressing, with hatred all over his face. He didn't even snort when he was beaten like this. When he found an opportunity, he pushed the woman hard, and took the opportunity to run out of the gate.
The woman behind her scolded "bastard" and chased after him, her face full of sternness and frightening.
Yang Shifeng subconsciously stopped the donkey and looked into the yard. He suddenly remembered what Shíyī had said, and immediately drove the donkey cart without saying anything.
At this time, the fleeing child suddenly rushed towards their donkey cart and wanted to use the donkey cart to avoid , but the donkey cart just started running and collided with the child's figure.
Yang Shifeng was startled and immediately went to pull the reins. Shíyī also grabbed the reins and pulled hard. The donkey was stopped abruptly, and his head was raised high. The child was so frightened that he fell to the ground, and was dragged by the collar rudely by the woman who was catching up.
"You bastard, I'll let you run! You're still running!" The woman kicked the child hard while dragging the child on the ground, and the child groaned in pain.
Yang Shifeng's fist clenched tightly, but did not move.
When Shíyī saw this, she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He was not like this before. If he encountered such a situation before, he would definitely go up to stop and protect the child, but now he is forced to pretend to turn a blind eye.
Shíyī didn't have to think about it to know why, and suddenly regretted it. She shouldn't say that she hate him because he is a good guy. He is a big fool. This is him. Isn't that what she likes... .
"Stop it!" Shíyī shouted, jumped off the donkey cart, grabbed the woman's hand and threw it away, then pulled the child up, only to feel that the child was as light as weightless. The whole body is estimated to be skin except for the bones.
The woman was staggered by Shíyī, and fell directly to the ground, her butt was about to break, and she cried out "Ouch" in pain. After going down, he said with a bad expression: "What are you doing? I'm his mother. If he makes a mistake, I will teach him a lesson. This one doesn't need outsiders to intervene, right?"
Shíyī snorted and pulled the child with no skin on his body to Yang Shifeng and asked him to protect the child. She faced the woman and looked at her coldly, "Are you his mother? , you're not a stepmother, are you?"
The woman's expression froze, her eyes wandering for a moment.
When Shíyī saw her like this, she turned her head and asked Yang Shifeng, "She's not really a stepmother, is she?"
Yang Shifeng checked the wound on the child's body and nodded to Shíyī, "She is Xiao Shi's stepmother."
Shíyī didn't expect that she would be right. No wonder it was such a poisonous hand on the child. This is the rhythm of beating to death. The biological person definitely can't do this.
Even in the last days, people are unpredictable and lack sympathy, but no one has such a poisonous hand against such a small child. No matter how the child is, it is a vulnerable group. It is understandable if it is not protected, but it cannot be treated like this.
Seeing Shíyī contemptuous expression, the woman argued strongly, "Whether it's his mother or stepmother, I'm raising him, I can take care of him if he doesn't do anything right, it's just right thing!"
Shíyī asked: "Then tell me. , what did he do for such a young child to let you beat him to death?" The woman said confidently, "He stole the steamed buns from the pot, and he dare to steal when he was so young. Can't I control it ?"
The child who lowered his head and did not speak angrily raised his head and glared at the woman, "You are talking nonsense, I'm not stealing! You don't give me food every day, how can I steal if I eat a steamed bun!"
The woman pointed at the child and scolded: "Did I tell you to eat it? If I didn't tell you to eat it, it would be stealing! That white flour steamed bun is also for your bastard to eat?"
The child clenched her fists angrily at what she said, and his eyes were red.
Shíyī, with two "tsk tsk", she can almost understand, but it's just a trick by this vicious woman to abuse her stepson.
Shíyī felt that she had to take care of this business today, and she had to break Yang Shifeng back.