Chapter 32 (Chapter 32 (Three in One)...)

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong were not very tired, after all, they only needed to give instructions, and the adults were the ones who did the work.

But the two who successfully completed the hydraulic fan were still eager to try something else.

Although they succeeded only for one day, in the eyes of the children, this fan was already a thing of the past.

Doing the same thing over and over again was not attractive to them.

They were all things that had been done, so why continue to do it.

They were so enthusiastic the second time because they wanted to sell it for money (and also wanted to show off). Now they have a buyer (the county magistrate) and have been proud of themselves. When they did it for the third time, they were a little passive.

The two leaned against each other weakly:

"Here, cut it into a circle."

"There, the gear, about this size."

"Right, here is fine, and then we can assemble it. You don't know how to do it, grandpa!!!"

After giving instructions for a while, Song Yao felt bored.

He glanced at the adults who were talking, and his eyes lit up.

The child whispered to Zhao Xiaodong: "Why don't we do something else?"

Zhao Xiaodong pricked up his ears: "What?"

Song Yao pointed at the wood and various tools on the ground, laughed a few times, and showed a "you know" expression to his friends.

Zhao Xiaodong: "?"

He didn't quite understand: "What are you laughing at?"

Song Yao, who failed to make eye contact, was annoyed:

"You are so stupid, there are so many materials here, we can use them to make our fan clock."

"Yes!"

Zhao Xiaodong, who had just been full of "I am a salted fish and no one can make me turn over" on his face, instantly became energetic.

Then he hesitated again:

"Aren't these the county magistrate's? Can we use them?"

Song Yao patted his chest: "Don't worry, the county magistrate and I are friends, I just need to talk to him, and he will definitely agree."

He went there confidently.

The county chief was talking to Teacher He:

"It's too hot this summer. You may be better off in the mountains. There are already dozens of patients suffering from heat stroke in the county hospital. I heard that someone died of heat stroke in the provincial capital the day before yesterday..."

As he was talking, he saw Song Yao coming over. He immediately swallowed the rest of his words and smiled:

"What's wrong?"

Song Yao looked at them curiously: "What are you talking about? You've been talking for a long time."

The county chief touched his little head:

"You said the weather is hot. Haven't you noticed that the weather this year is much hotter than in previous years?"

Song Yao shook his head and shook his hand off:

"It seems to be a little hotter than last year... Don't touch my head anymore, you won't grow taller!"

The county chief said seriously: "How could that be? You can grow taller if you touch your head more."

Song Yao was a little suspicious of him, so he went to see Teacher He.

Teacher He: "...Don't ask me, I don't know."

The county chief said to him proudly: "I'm the county chief. Can I lie to you?"

The secretary next to him stood silently a little further away from him.

Song Yao was suspicious: "Can you really grow taller if you touch your head more?"

The county magistrate nodded with a positive look.

"Yes, children need to touch their heads more to grow taller."

Song Yao dodged the hand that wanted to touch his head and asked a soul-searching question:

"Why didn't you let people touch your head more when you were a child?"

The county magistrate: "..."

He subconsciously looked at the secretary and Teacher He.

The secretary and Teacher He next to him immediately pretended to be deaf.

Seeing the county magistrate's shocked face, Song Yao snorted:

"I know you adults like to lie, I'm not a three-year-old child, I won't be fooled."

The county magistrate:...Are you not a child at the age of eight?

Song Yao didn't forget the business: "Can we use those wood and tools?"

He said: "I want to make a fan clock, the one I told you last time."

The county magistrate thought about it.

Ah, I remember, it was the one he went to find a carpenter to make, but the carpenter said he couldn't make it.

The size of the fan clock is much more friendly than the water fan, suitable for family trial.

After the county magistrate quickly reviewed the benefits of the fan clock in his mind, he looked at Song Yao with a look of "kindness" as much as possible.

His face was full of encouragement and he said: "Use it, use it. If it's not enough, tell me again and I'll find it for you."

Song Yao was very happy.

But he didn't forget that the county magistrate was still his friend, so he kindly said:

"Although I don't believe that touching your head will make you taller, if you think it's true, you can find someone to touch your head every day, maybe you will grow taller."

After saying that, the child who got what he wanted didn't look at the county magistrate's reaction and ran away happily.

The county magistrate: "..."

In fact, the county magistrate's height is not bad in his hometown, but the girls in Xinghe County are all tall, which makes him a little unconfident.

The corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and he asked the secretary next to him: "Am I short?"

The secretary said seriously: "Although I'm not tall, I'm not short either."

The county magistrate: "...You should go to Comrade Song to talk about buying a fan."

Yes, Song's father is here.

He came because Song Yao and his family didn't come back last night. Although the county magistrate sent someone to bring a letter to explain the reason, Grandma Song was still a little worried.

This was the first time Song Yao had stayed away from home since he was a child, so she rushed Song's father to the county early the next morning.

As a result, when they arrived at the place and were busy, Song's father was conscripted.

Grandpa Song was very good at using his son, and he asked him to help during the fan production process. When he arrived at the place and had just taken a sip of water, his father urged him to get busy.

Now he was finally taking a break when the secretary came.

"The price of the fan?"

Dad Song didn't know. Although he also participated in the production, he didn't understand the principles at all. However, it didn't prevent him from being alert and ready to talk for a long time.

The secretary also knew that his family was just ordinary farmers before. After thinking about it, he reminded him:

"Ordinary people won't buy such large fans. Only factories and places with a lot of people like county governments have such demand."

Dad Song understood immediately.

That means most buyers are rich.

He immediately got into the mood: "I watched my son and his friends make this fan. It took a lot of effort. The design drawings alone filled up a whole notebook, and the wood wasted a lot, so we will definitely not sell it cheaply."

Song Yao, who was whispering to Zhao Xiaodong nearby, heard it and immediately ran over to support his father:

"That's right! We won't sell it for less than one dollar!"

Secretary: "..."

Song's father: "..."

Song's father quickly moved his stupid son who had no concept of money away: "Be good, go play, and Dad will negotiate the price."

Song Yao still believed in his father's bargaining ability, and he went to whisper to Zhao Xiaodong again with full confidence.

The secretary just didn't want to cheat people, but it didn't mean that he wouldn't bargain.

The two of them went back and forth several times, and finally set the price at two hundred and sixty.

Don't look at this money as a small amount. Before Song's father sold honey, the Song family's savings were less than ten yuan. Their family worked hard, and they might not earn a hundred in a year.

In terms of purchasing power, the county magistrate's bicycle is only 100 yuan, and he is the only one who has a bicycle in the whole county.

There is no way, Xinghe County is poor.

So 260 yuan is really a huge sum of money for the Song family.

Especially at present, at least two can be sold.

That is... Song's father has not studied in vain recently. He calculated in his mind and got 520 yuan.

520 yuan!

Their family may not be able to make so much money even if they don't eat or drink for ten years,

but the youngest son made it in just one month.

Song's father's heart was pounding, and he forced himself to be rational:

"When will the delivery be made? Do you have any other requirements?"

Seeing that he did not agree immediately, but asked for details, the secretary couldn't help but look up to Song's father.

He has been in Xinghe County for such a long time, and he knows very well how poor the people in Xinghe County are. It is really amazing that Song's father can still maintain his rationality after hearing such a price.

The secretary said seriously: "Of course there are requirements. Quality assurance is the first priority. The delivery should be as fast as possible. Currently, it is tentatively scheduled to be delivered within five days. The county government has confirmed that it will order one.

This one is being made for the county magistrate's personal order. In addition, I want to remind you that it is normal that no one has made this kind of fan before, but now that there is a model, someone should imitate it, so it is best to place other orders in the county as quickly as possible."

Song's father said he understood.

This fan is indeed troublesome to make, but if someone buys one and takes it apart and makes it one by one, there will be no problem.

He still did not sign the contract, but said:

"After all, this is not made by my son alone. I have to discuss it with everyone."

The secretary said nothing on his face. After saying goodbye to Song's father and returning to the county magistrate who was happily looking at the fan, he told him everything.

The county magistrate nodded and said: "Otherwise, how could they raise such a smart child like the youngest? Their family is all sensible people."

With profit as the top priority, he can also take the initiative to think of sharing the credit.

This rationality and character are very trustworthy.

"Since they want to discuss, let them discuss." The county magistrate touched the first fan one by one as if he were touching a treasure, with a happy face.

Anyway, the fans that their county government wants to order are already here, and they can't run away.

The secretary thought about it and said, "But county magistrate, why did I see Comrade Song talking for so long in front of those two little classmates? He is not discussing with these two children, right?"

The county magistrate laughed at him: "How is it possible."

After laughing, he turned his head and took a look: "It seems possible."

Song Yao's temperament cannot be raised by an ordinary family.

He thought about it and felt a little worried, so he urged the secretary: "Go and eavesdrop on what they are saying, don't let my fan go out of business."

Secretary: "...It's too embarrassing, I won't go, you go by yourself."

County magistrate: "I am the county magistrate, you are the county magistrate's secretary, of course you have to do this kind of work, go quickly."

Secretary: "..."

The county magistrate thought of something and turned his head to take a look: "Haven't you seen that child? Is he also taught by Teacher He?"

Secretary: "His name is Zhao Xiaodong, also from Dashu Village, and he is a classmate of Song Yao."

The county magistrate was a little envious: "This teacher He is really good at teaching children. If I had such a teacher when I was in school, I would definitely..."

The secretary was too lazy to pay attention to him.

"Wait a minute, Zhao Xiaodong...why does this name sound so familiar?" The county magistrate tried to recall: "I seem to have seen it not long ago, Zhao Xiaodong from Dashu Village."

The secretary also remembered a little, and he recalled it and remembered:

"Is it the list of pensions for children of martyrs?"

The county magistrate also remembered: "Yes, it's him. His father was a soldier who died fighting the flood. He is the only son in the family and was raised by his mother and grandmother, right?"

He calculated the time: "It's been six years. He was only seven or eight years old six years ago."

Secretary: "...I asked before. He is nine years old this year. He was three years old six years ago."

County Magistrate: "...The child is growing very strong. It seems that his mother and grandmother have raised him well."

No matter from any aspect, the county magistrate is very pleased to see that the children of the martyrs can grow up so healthily and be so smart, and can participate in making water-powered fans at a young age.

"It's not easy for these two children. When the factories talk to them later, you should be more careful and don't let them be fooled."

The secretary glanced at him.

These children are so smart that they can even make a water-powered fan. Are they ordinary children?

It’s good if you don’t deceive people, but who can deceive them?

The county magistrate ignored it and sighed with emotion. He continued to urge the secretary:

"Go and listen to what they are saying. If they are not satisfied with the price, just listen quietly. If they think the price is too low, we can still discuss it."

secretary:"……"

Why did I become this person's secretary in the first place?

He went away grinding and chirping.

Father Song is indeed discussing with his two children about selling fans.

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong were happily studying their fan clock when Father Song came over.

He made it clear to the two children what the secretary meant.

If it were before, he would definitely not have said it in such detail.

But they were able to do this business only because of Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong. Even though they were still children, they still had to make their own decisions about their own things.

After finishing speaking in one breath, he went to look at the two of them: "So what do you think?"

Song Yao: 0o0

Zhao Xiaodong: 0o0

Both children looked shocked.

Song Yao: "Two hundred and sixty!"

Zhao Xiaodong: "How many locks can I buy with this!"

Song Yao quickly calculated: "Wow!! This can buy 26,000 eggs!"

The way he looked at the fan was very different.

This is twenty-six thousand eggs!

The secretary who just came over: "..."

Father Song is very accustomed to his son's conversion method. After all, he himself often does the conversion in his mind.

"Let's not talk about eggs...money. Let me ask you, is this fan easy to copy?"

Song Yao looked back at the fan: "It's very good to imitate."

Zhao Xiaodong nodded: "I think so too."

Song Yao followed the example of the adults and let out a long sigh:

"If I had seen a similar one before making it, why would I have put so much effort into it? I would know how to do it after taking it apart."

Zhao Xiaodong felt a little guilty.

He couldn't dismantle it and make the same one. He was a science-minded person. If Song Yao hadn't brought it with him, he would definitely not be able to make this fan.

So he said a little cautiously: "Just do it once and you will definitely learn."

He could only go so far.

The carpenter who was working hard not far away heard this: "..."

Doing this kind of work once will... do you dream?

He turned around silently and faced the two children with his butt.

Father Song didn't know that the "simple" the two children said was based on themselves. Hearing what they said, he became worried:

"It seems like it's really a one-shot deal. Hey, I can only make money this time."

Song Yao didn't quite understand: "What's wrong with making money only once? Didn't you make a lot this time?"

The secretary laughed in his heart: He is still a child after all, judging from what he said.

But Father Song was suddenly reminded: "That's right. I've made a lot this time. It's more than our family can make in several years."

He threw away his previous worries and became happy again.

"Your grandma will be very happy to know that there is so much money."

Song Yao felt the same way.

He thought for a while and asked his father: "After our fan is sold, will someone copy it?"

Father Song nodded: "Yes, you can see that the honey is adulterated."

Song Yao said: "Then let's just teach them how to do it directly, so as not to make them fake."

Father Song was a little surprised: "Teach them?"

"yes."

The child was very confident: "Even if this kind of fan is disassembled, it will be bad luck. It can only be made on site. We can't go to other counties to make fans."

He still has to go to school, and he is very busy. He has no time to do the same thing over and over again.

The secretary's eyes twitched when she heard this.

Why can't I go to other counties to make fans? My children can't go, but Grandpa Song can go. It's profitable. Of course, if you can make more, you have to make more.

Song's father had the same idea as his son: "Yes, yes, people outside are unfamiliar with the place. Your grandpa is old, so he can't go outside."

He's pretty good, but his hands-on ability is really a bit poor. He's okay at the beginning, but if you ask him to do the whole process, he definitely won't be able to handle it.

Secretary: ...As expected of a family.

Song Yao continued to express his thoughts: "Then we will sell the drawings."

Seeing Father Song's expression of approval, "That's right! Why didn't I think of that?", the child said proudly:

"Didn't the county magistrate say it's going to be hot all over the country this year? Everyone must be in need of air. We're not having good luck selling fans, and it's impossible to make them ourselves, but the drawings are different.

We sell them cheaper. If you want a fan, you can make it yourself. Anyway, according to the drawings, they only need to find a local carpenter and they will definitely be able to make it. "

The carpenter, who pricked up his ears when he heard the drawings were being sold, immediately put down his work and joined in.

"Little classmate, can you sell me a copy?"

When several people looked over, he was afraid that they would misunderstand, so he quickly said:

"I don't do it in the county. I will go back to other counties to do it. I won't steal your business."

The Song family thinks that other counties are far away and tiring, but he doesn't mind.

Of course it would be best to make more money.

Song Yao was extremely surprised: "Why do you still need blueprints? Haven't you already learned them?"

carpenter:"……"

Zhao Xiaodong stabbed him again: "Yes, you helped make the first fan."

The carpenter forced a smile: "I... my ability to understand is a bit poor."

Song Yao immediately showed an expression of sudden realization.

Seeing the shame on his face, he tried to stand on tiptoes and tried to pat the other person on the shoulder:

"It's okay. Our classmates often do this too. Even Zhao Xiaodong is a bit clumsy sometimes. Don't be embarrassed. It doesn't matter if you don't know it. Just learn and learn."

Zhao Xiaodong became angry: "The teacher said that I am very smart, but you are just a little smarter than me."

Song Yao said to the carpenter again: "Don't imitate him. You must be brave enough to admit your shortcomings."

Zhao Xiaodong snorted and ignored him.

The carpenter was comforted by the child. He felt a little dumbfounded and seemed to have drunk chicken soup: "Well, that drawing..."

Song Yao waved his hand and said grandly: "Sell it to you!"

"I happened to bring a copy! I can sell it to you right now!"

The carpenter was overjoyed and looked at him expectantly.

Song's father felt something was wrong and couldn't stop him. Song Yao had already taken out a drawing from his pocket and handed it to the carpenter.

The carpenter unfolded it in surprise, and his expression froze.

Song Yao was still full of confidence: "How about it, detailed? I've been painting it for a long time."

Zhao Xiaodong glanced at the carpenter sympathetically.

When Song Yao first shared his drawings, he had the same expression on his face.

Later, by working together every day, I gradually understood what the strange things on the drawings represented.

Therefore, even if his learning speed could not keep up with Song Yao, Zhao Xiaodong never felt inferior.

Song Yao doesn't feel inferior even though he paints like that, why should he?

He is very experienced in teaching carpenters: "You can look at the drawings while doing it. After you finish it, you will know what is painted on it."

Song Yao looked at him angrily: "What do you mean? Do you think my painting is not detailed enough?!"

Zhao Xiaodong hummed: "I didn't say that your drawings were not detailed enough, I just said that your drawings were incomprehensible to others."

"Impossible! My mother can understand! She even praised me for my talent in painting!"

And there is 005.

005 also said that he painted very well.

005 is a learning system. If it says it is good, it must be really good.

So if Zhao Xiaodong doesn't understand, it must be his own problem.

The child looked at the carpenter quite confidently: "Uncle, do you understand?"

carpenter:"……"

He didn't really want to tell the truth. If the child cried, could he still buy the painting?

Father Song smiled dryly and took the drawing back: "Yao'er, drawing is very tiring. I'll ask an adult to draw it. You still have to go to school."

Song Yao thought the same thing.

He is so busy every day that he has no time to draw design drawings.

And it’s still the same, boring.

He actively suggested: "Look for mom, she likes to draw very much."

Father Song also wants to find his ex-wife.

You definitely have to pay for drawing, and the wealth should not go to outsiders.

He promised fully: "I will go find your mother when I get back."

The child put down his drawing work, and both the carpenter and Song's father breathed a sigh of relief.

The secretary who watched the whole process said: "..."

Have you forgotten that you were just talking about whether to sell fans?

Why did the topic turn to selling blueprints?

Father Song didn't realize that the topic had gone off the rails at all.

He was still thinking about how much the design should be priced at.

It stands to reason that the 260 fan design should be more expensive, but if it is too expensive, I am worried that no one will buy it.

Dad Song thought about it and decided to set it at 55.

It's a bit cheaper, but including the cost of hiring a carpenter, tools, and lumber, the total consumption is only a little less than two hundred and sixty.

Then he began to think again, since it was cheaper to buy the drawings and then make them himself, why did the manufacturers in Xinghe County ask them to buy the actual products?

Isn't that a fool?

So after Song's father asked Song Yao's opinion, he decided to add a [five-year warranty], so that buying the real thing would have one more attractive item than the drawing.

Song Yaochao said confidently: "We are geniuses, they should be lucky to get our warranty promise."

Zhao Xiaodong played with him for a long time and gradually swelled up. He nodded and patted his chest:

"That's right, not everyone can afford it!"

Father Song thought so too.

Can a child who can make two hundred and sixty-one fans be an ordinary child?

They happily decided on the plan to sell fans later.

Song Yao is not very interested in these.

He wanted to know more: "When will we eat?"

Zhao Xiaodong immediately raised his hand: "I'm hungry!"

Song's father, who was immersed in the joy of making money, was stunned and touched his stomach: "Yes, is it time to eat?"

The three of them looked at the secretary standing aside.

Secretary: "..."

He could never keep up with the topic jumping of the two children.

Secretary: "...The county magistrate will prepare it."

Even if he doesn't know, he has to learn.

How can you hire someone to do the work without eating.

He went back to the county magistrate silently.

The county magistrate was still immersed in the joy of "Ah, our county has fans and everyone will not die of heat." After listening to the secretary's words, he was a little emotional:

"Young people are smart. Look, they can even think of warranty when selling drawings."

For such large wooden products, warranty is indeed very important. With this trick, the big factories in the county will definitely choose finished products.

At the same time, their sale of drawings can curb the counterfeit market. Although there will definitely be people who copy, but when the money of the two is about the same, other counties will definitely give priority to drawings.

And now there are not many people who can draw design drawings, and the cost of copying drawings is much higher.

He finally understood why Song Yao was so smart.

This family is full of clever people.

The county magistrate was praising them, but Song's father didn't think they had come up with something amazing.

He was busy bargaining with his son.

Song Yao never asked his family for pocket money before, but since he wanted to buy a lock and found that he had no money, the child began to feel that he had to have money in his hands.

He opened his mouth: "Dad, I don't want 520 yuan or 260 yuan, just give me 60 yuan."

Song's father: "... My son, do you remember that our family's total savings are less than 60 yuan."

Sixty yuan means 600 eggs.

You, a child, want so much money, you are dreaming.

Song Yao, who really wanted to dream:

"But we are selling fans now? We have a lot of savings at home."

Seeing his son's self-righteousness, Song's father laughed.

He rolled up his sleeves and told his son the accounts:

"Look, this fan is not only made by our family, right? Zhao Xiaodong made it, and Teacher He also made it. Should we share the money from selling the fan with them?"

Song Yao thought about it and felt that this was normal, so he nodded.

Father Song continued to calculate for him:

"Look at the remaining money. Isn't it always Grandpa who does the hard work? And Dad, he often helps you, right? Even if you two do it, it's just some small parts, right?

And Grandma, although she didn't do it, but when we were making the fan, all the housework was on her, right?"

Song Yao felt that what he said made sense, and he took the initiative to add:

"Yes, Grandma and Zhao Xiaodong's mother and grandma also made a lot of food and sent it to us."

Dad Song nodded: "Really."

"Then how many people contributed to this money... Let me calculate, we have to divide it with Zhao Xiaodong's family and Teacher He first, and then divide it among ourselves.

First calculate the expenses at home, the money for buying saplings, the tools are broken, and we have to buy new tools, and we have to remove..."

He deserves to be the best accountant in the village.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he talked about all kinds of expenses. After talking about it, Song Yao was dumbfounded.

Two hundred and sixty is obviously a lot, why is it that after Dad's analysis, they don't have much left?

The child with little life experience suddenly lost his confidence.

He asked weakly: "What should I do if I want to buy a lock?"

Dad Song just didn't want such a young child to take a huge sum of money by himself, but he didn't plan to not give him any pocket money.

It would be too unfair if the child didn't get any reward for such a great contribution.

So he took out two dollars carefully in his pocket.

He hadn't received the hundreds of dollars yet, but he had to give two dollars first, which hurt.

Dad Song handed the money to his son reluctantly:

"Here, you should spend it sparingly, I didn't have so much money when I was 20 years old."

Song Yao happily took it and thanked him sweetly: "Thank you, Dad!"

Dad Song saw him running away happily, and then he started to calculate happily.

If their family saves the money they earn this time, the youngest child can go to school in the city in the future.

If he earns more, maybe when the youngest child grows up, he can buy a house for the child in the city.

But first, he still had to go back and discuss with his family, and then the three families would discuss how to divide the money, and finally sign the contract.

Although he wanted to settle the matter now, Grandma Song had always taught him that when it comes to money, the bigger the matter, the more stable it should be, so he decided to go home and discuss it with Grandma Song immediately.

His father had no objection, as long as his mother had no objection, the matter would be settled.

When Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong were slacking off, Song's father bought two dry food and went home again.

After going back and forth, when he came back again, he not only came by himself, but also brought Grandma Song and Grandma Zhao with him.

Grandma Zhao also came with her because she was worried about her grandson. On the way, she learned that the Song family planned to divide the money between them, and hurriedly wanted to refuse:

"Dongdong told me when he got home that it was the youngest who led him to do it. He and the youngest have learned so many things, which is already a benefit for us. How can we share this money?"

Grandma Song guessed that this was the case. The Zhao family was not as well off as the Song family, but the family tradition has always been very positive, and they definitely don't want this money.

She persuaded Grandma Zhao all the way, and when they were almost at the county, she said something that instantly killed her:

"You always have to let your child know that his hard work will bear fruit. I think Dongdong is a good boy, and he should also want to share the burden for the family."

Grandma Zhao stopped talking.

Although Zhao Xiaodong was carefully raised by them, maybe because he lost his father early, he did understand and care about his family better than other children.

It was the first time in his life that he could produce results. It would be too selfish for her to push for her child just because of her little self-esteem.

Grandma Zhao finally said: "Then we have the shamelessness to ask for the money, but we all know that Dongdong's help is not that much. If you can share it equally, I really don't have the shame to ask for it. Just 10%, it is already a lot." "

For their family, an income of tens of dollars is already a big surprise.

No matter how much she said, Grandma Zhao would never agree to anything she said.

Grandma Song also understood this, patted her hand and said to Dad Song:

"Have you found out how many units it is?"

Father Song said: "The county magistrate ordered two units, and the county magistrate's secretary said that the news has been released. The big factory in the county should send people today, and at least three units can be made."

Grandma Song pondered for a moment:

"In this way, except for those two units, we can buy the wood needed for the rest of the orders from the villagers and let them take care of it in Danxian County."

Song's father was stunned: "Mom, there are also wood sellers in the county."

Grandma Song stretched out her hand and knocked him:

"We eat meat, but we also need to let others drink some soup. Anyway, we need wood. Wouldn't it be a convenient favor and let everyone make some money? Wouldn't everyone be happy?"

Grandma Zhao agreed: "You remember to make it clear when you told the big guy that this wood can be purchased directly from the county.

In this way, the village will remember your favor and we will make money with them, and they will not be jealous of us selling fans. "

No matter how good the village atmosphere is in Dashu Village, it must be maintained.

Human beings, everyone is poor, but your family is rich, so those little thoughts are inevitable.

But if you make your own money and don’t forget to take the villagers with you, then the situation is completely opposite.

If people remember your good deeds, if your family has a conflict with someone in the future, half the village will be able to take the lead.

Father Song suddenly understood and quickly agreed.

Sure enough, Jiang is still hot as ever. He just started to get a little carried away, but Song’s father didn’t dare to stop doing it anymore. He honestly planned what to do next.

When they arrived at the county, the two children ran over to their grandma as soon as they saw her.

"grandmother!!"

The two old men immediately showed loving smiles on their faces.

Grandma Song squatted down to catch her grandson who rushed into her arms like a little firecracker:

"Hey, my dear, you are really promising!"

Grandma Zhao doesn't have to squat. She is short and her grandson is growing very fast. She can hug her grandson directly.

"Dongdong, grandma has heard about it. You really give our parents face."

Zhao Xiaodong's face turned red with excitement:

"Grandma!! Yao'er said that the money from selling the fans should be shared with our family! From now on, you don't have to make clothes to sell! I can make money!"

Grandma Zhao smiled and patted her grandson on the shoulder: "Yes, our family has a lot of money all of a sudden. It's all thanks to our stuff."

Zhao Xiaodong was filled with pride.

Song Yao was also proud. He told Grandma Song:

"Grandma, let me tell you, a fan costs 260, which means 26,000 eggs. Am I so awesome?"

"It's amazing. Oh, grandma, I didn't expect that I would be enjoying your blessings when you were so young. You have so much money. I couldn't even dream of it. How can you be so promising?"

"Because I follow grandma!"

"Yes, yes, you can follow me in this family!"

Father Song standing next to him looked sour.

His mother probably forgot that she has a biological son.

The two children acted coquettishly and begged for praise in grandma's arms. After receiving a lot of praise, they ran away contentedly.

They also wanted to take the opportunity to rub tools and wood and continue studying clock fans.

Teacher He was working, and when he turned his face and saw his two students murmuring together again, they continued to work resignedly.

Forget it, it would be nice if they could be honest.

Now that Grandma Song and Grandma Zhao were both here, the county magistrate thought that the matter had been done long ago, so he asked people to call representatives from each factory.

Basically everyone from each factory is the factory director.

For 260 fans, they must come and see and feel it in person before making a decision.

After some watching and haggling, the price was finally sold at 260. Dad Song and I made a good estimate, and decided on a total of three factories (because these three factories are the richest).

Five fans, a total of one thousand and three.

With the county magistrate as a guarantee, several factories gave me full payment. I set a time and felt the fan again before leaving.

They have to go back and see where the best place to put the fan is.

Father Song just took the thousand and three and calculated it.

The first point took a hundred and three and handed it to Grandma Zhao.

Then he counted five hundred and eighty-five and handed it to Grandma Song.

The remaining five hundred and eighty-five were put into the hands of Teacher He who had just sat down and planned to take a rest:

"Teacher Xiao He, this is your share."

The confused Teacher He lowered her head and saw a pile of money, and she said: "..."

What does it matter to her?

She didn't do anything.

"No, no, I don't want the money, and I haven't made a fan a few times."

Dad Song: "Hey, Teacher He, please stop being modest. The two children come to see you every day. You don't even have any free time every day. You have to teach them even after class. We all see it."

Grandma Song agreed: "Yes, Teacher He, these two children can make fans, but they still rely on your guidance. You bought so many books, we all know it."

Grandma Zhao nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, our Dongdong told me when he got home that you cried because of teaching them. It must be very difficult to teach them."

Teacher He: "...Ha, ha, I didn't cry. How could it be difficult for these two children who are so smart? It's just that the children saw me peeling onions."

The two families immediately showed an expression of "We just said, how could Teacher He make himself cry?"

Teacher He: "..."

Okay, she was really crying at that time.

But she didn't cry because she taught the children to cry.

She cried because she had to work hard to learn to teach the students, but she couldn't learn it no matter what.

After crying, she had to wipe away her tears and continue to learn. Now she shudders when she thinks about it.

But Teacher He still doesn't think she can take the money.

"I am a teacher. Teaching them is my duty. How can students share the money they earn with teachers? I didn't do anything else except teaching them."

The county magistrate came over with a bowl to join in the fun.

He casually said: "Teacher He, aren't you still cooking? The two children are full of motivation when they hear you cooking. This is also a kind of help."

Teacher He looked at him in disbelief.

Informed people Song's father, Song's grandfather, Song's grandmother, and Zhao's grandmother: "..."

They looked at the trees, flowers, and grass, but didn't look at Teacher He.

The county magistrate looked at them, and then looked at Teacher He:

"Am I wrong?"

Teacher He: "...No."

The county magistrate smiled at her: "Teacher He, do you have any tricks for cooking? How do you achieve this level? I'm so curious."

Teacher He: "..."

The Song and Zhao families have already started to find excuses to retreat: "Let's go see the children, you guys talk."

The county magistrate obviously didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at all. He nodded and continued to ask:

"If the children don't want to study, will you use your cooking skills?"

Teacher He: "..."

"With such cooking skills, wouldn't it be much easier to teach children? I have had many teachers since I was a child, but this is the first time I have met someone like you. I'm so curious."

Teacher He: "..."

She endured, she endured...

She couldn't endure it anymore!!!

What's the difference between these words and the looping "Your cooking is terrible, your cooking is super terrible, your cooking is extremely terrible"!!!

It's really too much!!!

Teacher He gritted his teeth and smiled: "County magistrate, I'm curious too."

The county magistrate immediately pricked up his ears: "Huh? What?"

"Did you really not let anyone touch your head when you were a child?"

The county magistrate: "..."

Teacher He smiled kindly and spoke gently:

"I just found out that I seem to..."

"Taller than-you."