The sound of firecrackers ushers in the new year. This year's New Year's Eve dinner in the Song family is even more sumptuous than last year. The table is so full that it can barely fit.

In addition to the common pork and mutton, there are also dried seafood bought from Fucheng, which really amazed the Song family who had never tasted its deliciousness.

Even Zhang Xiaomei, who knows how to live well, no longer cares about money, and said that she will buy a bunch more next year and eat it slowly.

After the meal, Song Xixi, reminded by Zhang Xiaomei, took out the account book for this year, which clearly listed every input and expenditure of the Song family.

"The annual income of the tofu shop is one hundred and eighty-four taels. The total score of the forty-two tofu franchise stores is 753 taels. The government bounty totals one thousand five hundred taels. The ten bean product recipes sold

A total of one hundred thousand taels..."

Including other bits and pieces of money, the total income is as much as one hundred and two thousand five hundred taels. For the Song family, it can be said to be a lot of money.

In comparison, the annual expenditure was very small. Including renting a shop and buying livestock, the total cost was less than a hundred taels.

"There is so much money!" Song Qingshan was stunned and couldn't believe it.

"You can make so much money by selling tofu. From now on, we can all sell tofu. We don't have to get up early and go to school late at night!" Song Qingbai danced excitedly. Before he could ask the adults for their opinions, he was hit hard on the forehead.

"You bastard, tell me again!" Song Yin glared at his son and raised his hand as big as a cattail leaf fan, completely forgetting the taboo of not spanking children during the New Year.

"Well done, you bastard is a loser!"

Huang Qiuyun was also very angry, and grabbed his son's ears: "My family has never made so much money before, so I tighten my belt so that you can study, is it to make you sell tofu?"

Others watched with cold eyes as Song Qingbai was dealt with by the couple, and no one spoke up to intercede for him.

The two brothers, Song Qingshan and Song Qingshi, were trembling. Fortunately, they did not express their inner thoughts. Otherwise, they would have been beaten by their parents like a younger brother.

"It's wrong, it's wrong, parents, I know it's wrong!" Song Qingbai screamed repeatedly, hugging Huang Qiuyun's wrist and trying to save his ears.

"Wrong? What's wrong?" Huang Qiuyun persisted, vowing to make this miserable bastard truly realize his mistake and cherish the opportunity to study.

"Me, me, I should study hard and gain fame and honor my ancestors in the future, instead of becoming a small businessman with no future..."

Song Qingbai stuttered, but before he finished speaking, the force on his ears became heavier: "Ah - mother, please be gentle, your ears are about to fall off, wuwu——"

Huang Qiuyun scolded: "It's useless to keep it, but it's just right if you drop it!"

Song Wufu, who had never spoken, couldn't bear it anymore: "Second daughter-in-law, please let him go!"

Huang Qiuyun thought that the old man felt distressed. Just as he was about to say something, he saw his man winking. He obediently let go of his hand, raised his foot and kicked his son's butt with an ecstatic face: "I'll take care of you later!"

Song Qingbai flattened his mouth, covered his painful buttocks and came to the old man to act coquettishly: "Grandpa, it hurts so much, oooh..."

Unexpectedly, the old man said coldly: "You deserve it!"

Song Qingbai was dumbfounded: "Grandpa..."

Song Wufu glanced at the younger grandson, then looked at the eldest grandson and the second grandson: "I want you three brothers to go to the school to study. I really hope that you will gain fame and honor your ancestors. But this road is not easy to walk. It depends on you where you go.

As long as you try your best, no one will blame you even if you fail!"

Song Qingshan and Song Qingshi stood up with their heads down, not daring to look directly into the old man's eyes.

Song Wufu looked at his grandson again: "Is there no future for small businessmen? All your expenses in school this year were earned by your three uncles, three aunts and your sister, who worked early in the morning and worked hard every penny. You

Do you look down on them because you think you are a scholar?"

Song Qingbai's face changed greatly: "No, no, no, no, I don't look down on my third uncle, three aunt, and my sister. They work very hard to make tofu. Their clothes are not dry in summer, and their hands are covered with frostbite in winter. I can eat and drink well."

What they earn is shameless to look down upon!"

Song Wufu's expression softened slightly: "It's good that you know in your heart, not only your three uncles, three aunts and your sister, but also those people who brave the cold and heat to make a living are not something you can look down upon. If you rely on yourself to read

If you have read the book, you will feel that you are superior to them. I think you should not read this book. Even if you read it in the future, it will most likely be a disaster!"

At the end of the sentence, the old man's voice was extremely cold.

"Grandpa..." Song Qingbai's face turned pale with fright, and at the same time he felt wronged in his heart: He asked himself that he was kind-hearted and had never harmed anyone. How could Grandpa say that he would grow into a disaster?

Song Wufu ignored the little grandson's grievance and continued to say to the three grandsons: "Ever since our family made tofu, I don't know how many people secretly coveted this recipe. If you little sister hadn't thought of a way to join the franchise, you would have bought half of the recipe.

How can our family live a peaceful life if we openly let those who covet it feel unprofitable?"

The three little ones looked at each other and shook their heads in unison.

There are many students in the school, and there are always intrigues. I listen to the gossips of my classmates on weekdays, and I have gained a lot of knowledge. Naturally, I know the reason why holding a jade is a crime.

The bean product recipe can earn the family a huge amount of wealth that they could not imagine in just one year. This is like a hen that lays golden eggs. Who can not miss it?

"Now that our family has so much money, guess what will happen once word gets out?" Song Wufu stared at his three grandsons and asked, not missing any opportunity to teach them.

"Yes, it will attract thieves!" Song Qingbai wanted to please the old man and was the first to stand up and express his opinion.

Song Qingshi was afraid and said: "Thieves are not bad, but those robbers who kill without batting an eye are terrible!"

Song Qingshan thought deeper: "This is not the most terrifying thing. Anyone with some power can easily take away everything from our family, and our family is unable to resist..."

Song Wufu nodded approvingly: "Yes, one hundred thousand taels of silver is not a small number, just like Mayor Liu who is in prison. He even covets the money lent to us by the government. One hundred thousand taels of silver can attract more than just

Little mayor!"

Song Qingshan clenched his little fists and said solemnly: "Grandpa, I will study hard and get a good reputation and stand out in the future, so that those who covet our family will have the heart but not the courage!"

Song Wufu was very pleased and touched the back of his eldest grandson's head: "Okay, okay, grandpa is very happy that you have such ambition!"

Song Qingbai was also aroused to work hard: "There is still me and me, grandpa. I will never complain about studying hard and being tired. I will never disappoint grandpa's expectations!"
Chapter completed!