"I have a wife to raise."

Song Ming spoke with a very proud tone. There are so many men in the village, he only does nothing every day and can eat delicious food every day.

The man looked at him.

Song Ming was not timid, and he straightened his chest and let him look at it.

The man looked disbelief and pointed at the dilapidated house behind her, "You are the only one of the broken houses and you have a wife to raise. I think you haven't mentioned your wife yet?"

"Don't underestimate..."

Except for admitting to the people there, Song Ming had never been stage frightened in front of others, and raised his thumbs up, "You can ask in Songjia Village, who doesn't know that Song Ming, I, married a good wife, are good at inside and outside. I don't do anything every day, just waiting to spend money to eat."

The man's eyes fell on the apron he was wearing.

Song Ming didn't feel embarrassed and continued to brag, "I found out today that I burned some water and waited for her to come back to drink the ready-made ones."

"I don't know which blind woman would marry you if you are a person like you?"

After saying that, the man stopped looking at him and asked the coachman, "Are you okay?"

The coachman was lying on the bottom of the car, repairing with a hammer, and stopped when he heard this, "Young Master still has to wait for a while."

"Useless stuff."

The man cursed, and was so hot that he couldn't stand it. He said to Song Ming, "Go and get a fan to fan me, and give you five taels of silver."

Five taels!

Song Ming ran into the house with a gust of wind, snatched the only unbreakable fan in Song Gua's hand, ran out quickly, and slapped hard.

Song Gua clasped her lips and didn't chase her. She could hear the man's words clearly. When the person left, she would find a way to pick a little from Song Ming.

"Where do you get the money you spend all day at home?"

The man asked "indiscriminately".

Song Ming did not stop, "My wife earned it, she worked in the workshop."

"workshop?"

The man signaled him to stop, "Are you talking about the Song family's herbal tea workshop?"

"Not only, there are also hot pot base workshops, my wife can do it."

"really?"

"Of course it's true. I lied to you and didn't have any money."

The man winked at the servant. When the servant saw a broken stool in the yard, he walked in and moved it behind Song Ming, and signaled him to sit down.

Song Ming was flattered, "I'll stand, just stand."

"Where is me, I am here to purchase goods today, but people say there is no goods. Since your wife can do it, it is better for me to hire her, one hundred taels a month."

Song Ming was so shocked that he almost bit his tongue. It took one hundred taels a month, one thousand taels a year, and ten years...

No, his wife signed a contract for selling her body and could not work elsewhere.

Thinking of this, the fan was exhausted, "No, my wife can't go."

"Why?"

Song Ming told me about signing the contract to sell his body.

After hearing this, the man turned his eyes a few times, "In this way, your wife must know the formula. Let her tell me the formula and I will give you ten thousand taels at a time."

Song Ming paused his fan movement and became alert.

The fate of Song Lian and his wife is still vivid in their minds. He doesn't want to follow the footsteps of those two people. They have good money, but he also has to have that life.

But he said, "Ten thousand is too little. I can see clearly when I sit in this yard every day. I can't sell it in the workshop at all."

"How much are you going to want?"

Song Ming stretched out a hand.

"Fifty thousand? You have a big appetite."

The man scoffed.

"Do you want love?"

Song Ming still stretched out his hand, "Give me five taels of silver first, so that you won't regret it later."

The man signaled that the servant took out five taels of silver for him, and Song Lin happily put it in his arms and continued to slap him.

"Thirty thousand taels!"

The man was cruel and cruel.

Song Ming did not allow anything, "Fifty thousand, not even one child is missing."

The man bit his back teeth and said, "Okay, 50,000 is 50,000, when will I get it?"

Song Ming's eyes were full of gold, "My wife can only come back tonight, I have to coax her well, and you can send someone to come the day after tomorrow."

"Young Master, it's fixed."

The coachman came out from under the car.

The man stood up, "That's all, I'll send someone the day after tomorrow."

After saying that, the man strode over and got on the carriage.

When his carriage left the village, Song Ming threw away the fan in his hand, ran to the workshop, ran to the door and shouted, "Song Shen, Song Shen!"

Song Shen came out of the workshop after hearing the sound.

"There was someone just now..."

Halfway through his words, afraid that someone would hear them, Song Ming lowered his voice, "Did someone come to buy goods just now?"

"What are you asking about this?"

"He went to my house and said he wanted to buy a 50,000 taels of silver. I think he came prepared. Go and tell Song Wanyue."

It's really for the recipe!

Song Shen went home and spoke to Grandma Song, and went to the home of the only person in the village with a ox cart, and asked them to take them to the county.

Song Ming didn't want to go, so he was scared when he saw Song Wanyue.

"I'll just tell you, but they didn't say anything, they just said..."

"Let's go with me."

Song Shen pulled him into the ox cart, went to the county market, and asked Song Sanxiao to take them to the house. When he saw Song Wanyue, he told her about the man coming to her.

Song Wanyue looked at Song Ming.

Song Ming felt thumping in his heart, "I just said that, no, I won't really give them a recipe. No, no, I don't have a recipe, and I won't ask."

He lives a very comfortable life now. He can eat whatever he wants every day and drink some wine from time to time. He is very content.

Song Wanyue suddenly smiled, "Give it, why don't you give it?"

"ah?"

Song Ming was stunned.

Two quarters of an hour later, the two came out of the yard and returned to the market in a ox cart.

Liu Cuilan and three of them mixed cold skin, "Eat whatever you want, and you can eat as much as you want."

Song Ming couldn't believe it and stared at Liu Cuilan in a daze and didn't dare to move her chopsticks.

"Eat."

"I, can I eat it?"

"You can eat, you can eat as much as you want."

Song Ming picked up the chopsticks and swallowed them voraciously.

He would have been greedy for cold skin. If it weren't for the sale of Liu Cuilan and Song Shu, he would have come to the county to have a good meal.

After eating three servings in a row, he burped down his chopsticks. Song Sanxiao came over and patted him on the shoulder, "As long as you are the same as this time in the future, you will be able to eat at home."

Song Ming pointed the chicken like a pecking rice.

...

In the evening, Song Wanyue returned home in Song Lin's carriage. Old Master Song entered the door, and she asked Erya to call Song Ming's wife over.

"Auntie, I need your help in something."

"What are you helping or not? If you have something to do, please tell me."

Song Wanyue told her about what happened today, "I'm going to ask my aunt to find an excuse to stay at home tomorrow and tell them the recipe."

"ah?"

Song Ming's wife was stunned.

...

The next afternoon, when the weather was the hottest, the servant came over in a carriage.
Chapter completed!