In the evening, Eleven 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..."
Eleven wrote down what Yang Shifeng reported, and wrote the profit of each item at the back. After all the items sold were recorded, plus all the profits, a total of 3,300 yuan was earned. That is three taels of silver plus three hundred wen.
Eleven 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.
Eleven showed the ledger to Yang Shifeng, "I made a lot of money today, more than what you earn from hunting."
Yang Shifeng just glanced at it and shook his head, "Today is the first day of opening, everyone is here to join in the fun, buy a little from the east and buy a little from the west, and there will be more sales in total. Usually, there is definitely not so much business."
The Eleven agreed, "It's true, but even if there are not so many people coming, as long as ten people come a day, the money earned is better than a man going out to work as a coolie."
Yang Shifeng nodded. , It is true, just like his second uncle, when he has nothing to do, he goes to the town to carry bags for others, and only twenty pennies are credited to the account a day, 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!" Eleven suddenly remembered, how could he forget such an important thing as pork? We can’t eat vegetables every day at home. Meat is a must. In the past, we had meat in every meal because Yang Shifeng often went hunting in the mountains, so he 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, he will naturally not be able to eat meat. If he wants to eat meat in the future, he will have to buy pork.
Is it possible that you can only go to the town to buy pork every once in a while before you can taste the meat and fish at home
Eleven felt that he probably couldn't stand such a meatless day, "Yang Shifeng, what meat will our family eat in the future?"
Yang Shifeng paused for a while, and then he also remembered this matter. 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 a month, right? Do you have to eat meat every ten days and a half a month at home? Even if he and grandpa could stand it, Eleven would definitely not be able to.
It is impossible for him to let Eleven live such a hard life.
"You mean that our family will also sell pork in the future?"
Eleven 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 shop doesn't have any, so they still have to go to the town. We don't have to go to the town for pork, and the most important thing is that our family has to eat it."
Yang Shifeng frowned in thought.
Eleven said again: "Although pork can't be stored, we can buy a little less every day. If we can't sell it, we will eat it at home. If there is more leftover, we will eat more. If there is less leftover, we will eat less. Anyway, we will eat at home. It doesn't hurt to eat."
Yang Shifeng said: "I'm not thinking about whether it will be a loss, but where to get pork. I can't go to the town to buy pork and sell it every day, right? I don't have that time, and it's not worth it."
Eleven knew this, of course, and 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 you be willing to sell it if you go to buy it, after all, we don’t buy much every day.”
This is a problem, if people don't want to sell it, they can't force it, "Then let's ask, if we really don't want to sell it to us, then we won't sell it, and the big deal is to go to the town to buy meat to eat. "
Yang Shifeng nodded.
After saying this, Eleven 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, reached out to take the brush, adjusted his posture according to the posture of Eleven holding the pen, and then looked at Eleven until he felt right.
He nodded at eleven o'clock 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."
Yang Shifeng looked at the three big characters lying on the paper with great seriousness. He carefully looked at each stroke. He never knew that his name turned out to be like this.
Eleven looked at how he read his words seriously, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he said softly, "Just follow my writing and write it a few more times."
Yang Shifeng's hand holding the pen tightened, and he traced the font on the paper with a slight trembling. He was extremely careful with each stroke. However, he had never held a pen or wrote a word. The strokes were crooked, and the strokes The order is also wrong.
When Eleven saw this, he leaned over to him, stretched out his 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.
Eleven pretended not to notice his abnormality, walked around with his hands with his own strength, put his 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 skim..."
Yang Shifeng's hand was taken away by Eleven, with her clear voice in his ears, the tip of his nose and the fragrance on her body. He had no idea what Eleven was talking about or how his hand was moving.
"Okay, just write it like this, do you remember?" Eleven let go of his hand, and his body also retreated, asking him.
Yang Shifeng came back to his senses and lowered his head, he didn't hear anything just now...
Eleven, how could he not have noticed that he was distracted just now, with a smile in his eyes, but a stern mouth, "You write it yourself, if you write it wrong, I will be a real slapstick."
Yang Shifeng pursed his lips, and carefully recalled in his mind how he wrote on the eleventh just now, 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." Eleven said after he finished writing, putting on the face of Master Yan with great effort, "You can't even write with you, it's too careless, you must have not listened carefully just now. No! Reach out, I want to beat the hand."
Yang Shifeng's ears were imperceptibly red, and he raised his head to look at Eleven, with uncertainty in his eyes.
Really want to hit the board
"I said if I want to fight, I will fight, can you stretch out your hand?"
Yang Shifeng saw that she was really here, paused for a moment, endured the embarrassment and slowly stretched out his hand and spread it out in front of Eleven.
The smile in Eleven's eyes was even greater, but he didn't let him see it. He held his fingertips with his left hand, and patted his palm three times with his right hand, and the sound was quite loud. Then he said: "Okay, if I'm not serious, I'll fight."
Yang Shifeng didn't expect to finish the fight like this, and he didn't feel the pain at all. I could feel the soft touch of her skin. That's how it was played...
Slowly withdrew his hand, Yang Shifeng tickled the corner of his mouth imperceptibly, looked at the large characters on the paper again, and said, "You can write it again on the paper and show it to me, this time I will definitely remember it."
It's not good for Eleven to tease him all the time. This time, he carefully wrote three words on the paper slowly for him to read.
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 Eleven's characters. I wrote it myself.
Eleven 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 she 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!" Eleven looked at Yang Shifeng with a smile.
Yang Shifeng looked at her suspiciously, "What—"
Before he finished speaking, Eleven kissed him on the cheek at an unexpected speed and made a loud noise, "This is the reward, okay?"
Yang Shifeng's whole body froze, his face flushed red with lightning speed, and the next second, he stood up and walked straight out. The chair was brought by him so harshly that he almost fell to the ground. "It's getting late, I'm going to bed." As soon as the voice fell, it was gone, and the door of the next room made a "knocking" sound.
Eleven blinked, and suddenly laughed "Hahaha, this big idiot, why don't you just kiss your cheeks, as for this, if he does something unsuitable for children, then he... . . . . . " Eleven thought of certain images in his mind, and couldn't help but hold back his laughter.
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The next day, as soon as Eleven walked out of the room, he saw Yang Shifeng walking out. He also saw Eleven, and immediately looked away, walking even faster.
"Yang Shifeng, what are you doing?" Eleven 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 farm in Changhe Village to see."
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 just 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 can eat some in the car."
Eleven picked it up happily and followed him into the donkey cart, but instead of entering the carriage, he sat in front with him, eating the steamed buns in his hand while watching the roadside scenery.
"Have you eaten?" Eleven asked.
Yang Shifeng looked at the road ahead, "I have eaten."
Nodding at eleven o'clock, he still 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."
Eleven didn't take the steamed buns away, but leaned closer to his lips, "Then you can try mine, maybe it's better than yours."
Yang Shifeng: "..." It's all a pot of steamed buns.
Yang Shifeng couldn't beat Eleven, so he reluctantly opened his mouth to eat the steamed buns and chewed them.
Eleven looked at him with a smile, "How about it, isn't my steamed bun better?"
Yang Shifeng was silent, rushing on the road very seriously.
Eleven hummed inwardly and happily continued to eat his steamed buns.
Yang Shifeng secretly exhaled.
"You little bastard, how dare you steal something to eat, I'm going to kill you today! Save yourself a white-eyed wolf."
Suddenly there was a rude female voice in my ear, and it was accompanied by the sound of the rope being drawn on the flesh, which was very painful to listen to. Eleven 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 with a thick rope that tied things, and he was scolding 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 "Bitch" and chased after her, her face full of sternness and frightening.
Yang Shifeng subconsciously stopped the donkey and looked into the yard. He suddenly remembered what Eleven had said, and immediately drove the donkey cart without saying anything.
At this time, the fleeing child suddenly rushed in front of their donkey cart and wanted to use the donkey cart to avoid it, 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. Eleven 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 Eleven saw this, he 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.
Eleven didn't need to think about it to know why, and suddenly regretted it. She shouldn't have said that he was a bad guy. He was a big fool. This is him. Isn't that what she liked... .
"Stop!" Eleven 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 if it had no weight. The whole body is estimated to be skin except for the bones.
The woman was staggered by Eleven, and fell directly to the ground, her butt was about to break, and she screamed "Ouch" in pain. Just about to curse, she looked at Eleven, and the swear words in her mouth swallowed again. 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?"
Eleven 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? Kill it, you're not your stepmother, are you?"
The woman's expression froze, her eyes wandering for a moment.
When Eleven saw her like this, she turned to ask Yang Shifeng, "She's not really a stepmother, is she?"
Yang Shifeng checked the wound on the child's body, and nodded at Eleven, "She is the stepmother of Xiao Shishi."
Eleven didn't expect that he was right. No wonder he was so poisonous to the child. This is the rhythm of killing him. His own life will definitely not be able to do this.
Even in the apocalypse, people's hearts are unpredictably lacking in sympathy, but no one has such a poisonous hand against such a young child. No matter how the child is said, it is a vulnerable group. It is understandable not to protect it, but it cannot be treated like this.
Seeing Eleven's look of contempt, the woman argued strongly, "Whether it's my mother or stepmother, or I'm raising him, I can take care of him if he doesn't do anything right, it's only right and proper!"
Eleven 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 steals the steamed buns from the pot to eat, and he will steal it if he is so young. Can't I control it?"
The child who kept his head down and didn't 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 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 suitable for your cheap bastard?"
The child clenched her fists angrily at what she said, and her eyes were red.
Eleven, with two "tsk tsk", I can almost understand, but it's just a trick by this vicious woman to abuse her stepson.
Eleven felt that she had to take care of this business today, and she had to break Yang Shifeng back.