Now that he has decided to fight with the Yang family, commercial means alone are far from enough, and his fists must be strong enough.
After explaining the matter of selecting the shopkeeper, Song Che went back to his home to pick up a musket and went to the Wang's blacksmith shop again.
"Blacksmith Wang, this time I have brought you another big business."
"Uncle Song's business is too small to be trivial."
"It's still the same as before, ten taels of silver for a firearm, and I'll take as many as you can. If you can give me a hundred guns a month, then I'll give you twenty taels of wages starting from the one hundred and one. you!"
"Twenty-two a dozen? Isn't it possible that my uncle is joking with us?"
In the Wang family's blacksmith shop, there were three brothers and five or six apprentices, their eyes shining brightly.
"As long as you don't make it shoddily, I won't joke with you."
Song Che took out a large gold ingot weighing fifty taels from his sleeve, threw it to Blacksmith Wang and said, "This ingot of gold ingot is a deposit. I will give you the final payment based on the amount after you type it out."
Blacksmith Wang held the gold ingot and laughed with his brother: "Hey! But I feel that this ingot of gold ingot is heavier than the big hammer that I have to swing hundreds of times every day."
"Don't worry, uncle, even if our brothers are too busy, they will ask other brothers in the city to work together to make the goods you want." The second oldest son of the Wang family said worriedly: "But you also know that salt and iron have always been The dynasty's key control is to suddenly produce so many iron tools. If the government investigates it, our blacksmith shop may be in trouble."
Song Che waved his hand, "You don't need to worry about this. Just work hard to build it. It won't take long for the official approval to be sent to you."
"Second brother, what are you worried about? Who is Mr. Song? Isn't it easy to just have a piece of paper?"
As the third child of the Wang family spoke, he spat into the palm of his hand and picked up the hammer to start building: "From today on, our brothers will not take any other jobs. We will devote ourselves to forging iron for Mr. Song!"
"Okay! If you can fight well and fight more, I will give you an extra reward when you receive the goods the next day!"
With guns for self-defense, anyone who is not a top master like Jiang Yuntian will be riddled with holes in his body after just a few strokes!
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Song Che was really surprised that her mother-in-law was pregnant.
The mother-in-law is in her forties, and although she has not yet reached the age for complete sterilization, it is still quite dangerous to give birth to a baby at an advanced age.
From her husband and daughter to her servants and maids, they all took good care of Mrs. Shen.
During the meal, there was finally no bickering, no more quarrels, and the whole family was in harmony.
Song Che and Shen Wenjun reunited after a long absence, they were like glue, the clouds and rain were lingering, but the night was too short.
The two embraced each other, feeling each other's breathing and listening to each other's heartbeats. She clamored to hear interesting things about Luoyang, and she didn't let go even when she fell asleep, calling his name in her dreams.
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"Braised chicken wings, my favorite food, but your mother said that you are about to ascend to heaven. If you are about to ascend to heaven, you must eat as hard as you can. If you don't eat, you will have no chance to eat..."
The weather is getting colder, the grape trellises are withered, and the swimming pool is dry. Of course, it’s time to find some other fun.
When Song Che left the blacksmith shop yesterday, he picked up a few pieces of discarded wire, tied the wire between two stools, set up a brazier, strung a row of chicken wings, and together with Shen Wenjun and Fu'er, sat in the small courtyard. Have an outdoor barbecue.
"What kind of songs are you singing? You're even ascending to heaven. It's so unlucky..."
"Don't worry about what I sing. Hurry up and sprinkle some oil and salt on it. It will be burnt soon."
Fuli came to apply oil.
Shen Wenjun only pinched a small handful with his hands and sprinkled it lightly on the chicken wings.
"Sprinkle more. How can these few pills taste good?"
Song Che went to get the salt shaker, but Shen Wenjun grabbed it first, like a golden treasure, and only pinched a handful and sprinkled it, and then said:
"Nowadays, salt is expensive but not available in the market. There are dozens of people in our family, so we have to use it sparingly. All the excess salt fell into the brazier. What a pity."
"It has a price but no market?" Song Che frowned slightly, "How do you say this?"
Fu'er said: "Uncle, you are doing business abroad but you don't know. Most of the salt in Suzhou city is purchased from Xiuzhou. Recently, there have been pirates along the coast of Xiuzhou, which has cut off the salt trade. The price of salt in Suzhou city has gone up. It’s five hundred cents per pound, but you still can’t buy it!”
Five hundred coins per pound of salt is equivalent to a bolt of silk. Even if the supply continues, ordinary people cannot afford it.
"Then let's talk less..."
"These Japanese pirates who kill thousands of swords are really abominable. Don't they have any land? They have to come to harass other people's countries! Those small armies are useless. They have been fighting for more than a month and there is no good news yet."
Shen Wenjun clenched his fists and was extremely angry.
If she were placed in modern times, she would be a proper patriotic angry young woman.
Song Che turned over the grilled chicken wings silently, "Japanese pirates are not necessarily Japanese, there are also some ronin who live on the sea, and our local pirates."
"It's a nest of snakes and rats anyway!"
Shen Wenjun sighed: "It's a pity that I am a girl, otherwise I would equip myself with a strong army, brave the wind and waves, and go to the front line to kill the Japanese invaders!"
Fu'er puffed up her nonexistent breasts: "If Miss, Fu'er will go too!"
I'm afraid I, Song, am not patriotic, right?
Song Che shook his head, "Okay, the chicken wings are already baked, let's taste them first." He skewered two chicken wings and handed them to Shen Wenjun and Fu'er.
Their mouths were full of oil and their mouths were trembling because of the heat. It was delicious, delicious, delicious.
"Husband, you bake more, and I will send some to our mother later."
"That's not okay. Pregnant women cannot eat chicken."
"Why?"
"Because it's unlucky for chickens to get tired of their fetus."
"You said some weird things again."
"Jingle Bell……"
The "phone" bell rang suddenly.
Fu'er grabbed the receiver, hummed twice, and then said to Song Che: "Uncle, Mr. He and Xu Dutou of the state capital are outside the house. They said they came to visit you specially. Can you see them?"
Song Che looked at Shen Wenjun aside: "Madam, do you think I can see you?"
Shen Wenjun sighed: "Master He is here, how can you not see him? But...if he wants to ask you to do something dangerous, such as to eradicate Japanese pirates, you must not agree."
"Oh? Which young lady just swore that it was a pity that she was a daughter and could not kill the Japanese to serve the country?" Song Che smiled and blinked.
Shen Wenjun rolled his eyes, snorted lightly, held the chicken wings in his mouth, and retreated into the inner room.
"Invite them in." Song Che ordered softly.
After Fu'er informed him, she also left the yard.
After a while, He Qiu and Xu Xiao strode into the courtyard. Seeing Mr. He's gloomy face, it was more than just a visit.
He Qiu walked up and the first words he said was angrily:
"Japanese Japanese pirates, they bullied me too much!"
