Chapter 45 (Chapter 45 (80,000 Nutrient Solution Plus...)

Song Yao, who received national commendation, had little change in his life.

The children are still busy studying, playing and drawing design drawings every day.

Ah, no, there is one more line, urging Zhao Xiaodong to finish.

The whole process of making the fan clock was done by the two children themselves, and there was no need for adults to do much work. After all, Song Yao now has the right to use small knives.

But strictly speaking, Song Yao felt that fanning a bell was more difficult than anything he had done before.

Because it requires a lot of tiny parts.

It's not difficult to do, but it takes time. Every step needs to be treated carefully.

If Song Yao could force his patience at the beginning because of the novelty, then as the production of the fan clock was completed step by step and he made rapid progress, he became less interested in the fan clock.

Of course, Song Yao was not the kind of person who would give up casually.

He vowed: "The teacher taught me that everything must have a beginning and an end, so we must never give up! We must persist to the end!"

Zhao Xiaodong, who was giving the slap to the bell with a look of despair on his face, said, "You haven't given up, because it's me who persists now."

He now regrets agreeing to Song Yao to finish it off by himself.

Like Song Yao, he was not very interested in fanning bells anymore.

If he hadn't pulled the trigger, Zhao Xiaodong would have really wanted to cheat.

Song Yao chuckled and cheered him up: "Just think about how much money the clock fan can make for us. We already have a deposit before it is made. If it is made, we will make a fortune directly."

In order to motivate Zhao Xiaodong, Song Yao also showed him the deposit received.

In fact, these deposits are not much.

After all, it's not just talk that Xinghe County is relatively poor. Although everyone enthusiastically came to join in the fun on the day of the commendation meeting, most people were still more cautious before seeing the real thing.

Although Song Yao said that the deposit is refundable, the people of Xinghe County will cherish every penny. Compared with the temptation of "paying the deposit is fifty cents cheaper", they are more willing to pay and deliver the goods.

Only the county magistrate and the secretary paid the deposit because they had plenty of money and trusted Song Yao's ability to get things done.

Song Yao didn't expect this level at all.

Children are very naive and think that everyone must not believe them because they are young (although this is indeed the reason).

So he urged Zhao Xiaodong harder: "Hurry up and make it. If we sell more clocks, everyone will know that we are trustworthy."

Zhao Xiaodong was weak: "It's really hard to make this clock. If we sell it in the future, we won't have to make it every day, right?"

Song Yao, who was immersed in the joy of "hey hey hey, you can get rich soon", was stunned for a moment.

Yes, just the fanning of the county magistrate and the secretary brother is enough for them to do it for a long time.

He just wants to make money, not become a clock fanning machine.

Seeing Song Yao's dull expression, Zhao Xiaodong hummed, "Forget it, I didn't expect it, but you didn't expect it either."

You know, Song Yaoke has always been the one between the two who is responsible for coming up with ideas.

Song Yao's little head tried to spin at high speed: "Yes!"

His eyes lit up, and he spoke out the method he had just thought of:

"The most troublesome thing about fanning a clock is that there are so many small parts. We can let others do it."

The child was very proud that he could come up with such a good idea:

"Anyway, the rest will be ready soon, and the small parts are easy to get started with, so I can leave it to others."

The others are very simple. According to the two of them's current hands-on ability, they can be installed in half an hour at most.

Zhao Xiaodong's eyes lit up: "Then who should we do it for?"

This question directly stumped Song Yao.

right.

Dad is not back yet. Even if he is back, he will probably be busy with bees. Grandpa is already very busy and is still learning "Carpenter Skills".

Grandma is not interested in making these things. She is busy reading and studying every day, and sometimes she goes to audit school classes.

Speaking of which, Grandma Song is also amazing.

When she first went to the school to audit, Teacher He didn't say anything, and would patiently answer her questions when she asked them. Some people in the village actually laughed at her for having to go to class with a baby at such an old age.

As a result, Grandma Song was very proud of herself. When people laughed at her, she confidently said that she was in love with Jin.

When she is like this, others don't laugh at her anymore.

After everyone realized that Grandma Song could help them see if their children were doing well in class, many middle-aged and elderly people who had a good conversation with Grandma Song came to ask her for help.

For a few days, Grandma Song was a famous figure in the village, and her popularity was almost as high as that of Song Yao.

Song Yao accepted the fact that his grandma was taking classes with him well.

Anyway, he didn't slack off in class. Grandma would only see that he studied hard.

My father can do some carpentry work, but what he is least good at is this kind of relatively small and small parts. My mother has to go to class and draw drawings of hydraulic fans, so she can't find time.

After digging around, Song Yao found that he couldn't get out alone.

He went to see Zhao Xiaodong.

Zhao Xiaodong: "...my mother and grandma do embroidery, and their hands shouldn't be too rough."

Only Zhao Xiaodong's mother and grandmother in Dashu Village can rub hand ointment on their hands. Because most of their family's income comes from making clothes and selling embroidery, it is very important to keep their hands from calluses.

Even their land is rented to others, and they have agreed to provide food every year.

When Zhao Xiaodong's father was still there, because he was in the army and could not go home often, the family discussed this method for a long time before coming up with this solution.

Later, Zhao Xiaodong's father passed away, and the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law wiped away their tears and thought for a long time. Considering that they were both relatively small and had little strength, they probably could only take care of one side of the farm but not the other, so they decided to continue renting out the land. Make clothes and do embroidery in exchange for money.

Because the family lacked the allowance from Zhao Xiaodong's father, the Zhao family was really struggling in the past few years.

Since the country liberalized business restrictions, the various embroidered clothes they made no longer have to be sold to supply and marketing cooperatives, and the Zhao family's life has become easier.

Zhao Xiaodong didn't know much about this. He had always been well protected by his mother and grandmother, and he had always been confident that his family's conditions were similar to those of other people in the village.

It was this year that he saw a lot of things after playing with Song Yao, and he made a little progress.

At this moment, Song Yao and I were thinking hard together: "How about we don't care who does it, we pay for it, and whoever wants to make money can do it."

Song Yao thought this was a good idea. It was similar to how his father had previously told him to go out and buy wood from the village.

At that time, anyone in Dashu Village who wanted to make this money could polish the wood himself and then transport it to the county. His father only needed to pay him to collect the wood.

Of course, nothing can be generalized.

Wood is still different from such small parts that need to be made with precision.

Song Yao added: "We have to specify their sizes, and they must be exactly the same as we require, otherwise we won't give you money."

Zhao Xiaodong nodded in agreement: "Also, we have to set the price carefully so that people feel they can make money without losing money ourselves."

Song Yao: "Also, we need to decide how many to collect first. Otherwise, if everyone makes too many widgets and we can't use them all, it will be a waste."

He thought for a while and added: "And we have to agree on how to divide the money from selling the fan clock."

Zhao Xiaodong didn't care much about how much money he could divide. He waved his hand and said, "Let's see how much money is divided. It will be spent sooner or later anyway."

In fact, Song Yao didn't care much about money. He only valued money because he needed to spend money to buy materials for the things he wanted to do.

However, Grandma Song’s education is still very powerful.

Since money must be divided, of course it must be divided fairly.

He began to count the contributions of two people in making the clock fan.

"The idea is mine, the design is mine, and you joined later and have less work to do, so you have less work than me..."

Song Yao was a little unclear about the calculation, so he could only change the calculation method:

"Okay, let's keep half of the proceeds from the fan clock separately and use it to buy materials. The rest of the money will be divided between you and me."

Zhao Xiaodong felt a little guilty: "Did I get too much?"

Song Yao waved generously: "Didn't you also bring in money later? I think this amount is okay."

Zhao Xiaodong actually had no idea about money, but since he had to calculate it, he still felt that he had taken too much.

He thought for a moment and said, "I'll give it 1.5, and you 3.5."

Song Yao thought about it and felt that this was okay: "That's okay, that's it."

Consciously completing the important matter of dividing money, the two happily continued to discuss the widgets.

"We have to take out samples and determine how long or how short they are."

"We also need to choose a special place to collect them."

"It still needs to be checked."

The two children discussed how to purchase the widgets with each other.

Grandma Zhao went over and gave them snacks twice, and also got a general idea.

After she went out, she said to her daughter-in-law:

"I think this is a good opportunity to train these two children. This is the first time for them to do something on their own."

Mother Zhao was a little uneasy: "Can we let them do it by themselves? They are still young."

"Look at what they made, it looks like something a young person could make."

Grandma Zhao has gotten close to Grandma Song recently, and she has made her think a little more openly:

"We have always protected Dongdong before, but we can't protect him forever. Let the children take away what they have taken away."

After speaking, Grandma Zhao went into the house and took out a handkerchief. She took out some money wrapped in it and handed it to her daughter-in-law:

"You go to the county today and buy some good cloth. I will make clothes for each of the two children."

Mother Zhao was a little surprised when she looked at the amount of money in her hand: "So much?"

"Yes, you go to Lao Qian's house to buy it. Although his cloth is expensive, it is useful and beautiful."

When she heard that it was the cloth from Lao Qian's family, Zhao's mother stopped talking.

Their fabrics are indeed more expensive.

She went to the county town in the afternoon, and bought two bunches of candied haws, one for each of the two children.

Song Yao was extremely happy.

The last time he ate candied haws on a stick was at the temple fair last year.

When she got home, Grandma Song also smiled when she saw it: "Everywhere is getting better and better now. Last time I went to the county, I saw two candied haws sellers."

You must know that if it were not for temple fairs, there would never be such things on the streets.

Because life is difficult for adults, even if children are greedy, adults are basically reluctant to spend money to buy candied haws.

Song Yao's focus was on "last time".

Wasn't it the last time we held a commendation meeting?

The child was super shocked: "Grandma, why didn't you tell me? I like eating candied haws very much."

Grandma Song: "I want to tell you that you are surrounded by so many people, and I can't squeeze in."

Song Yao: ...Same.

Because he missed the candied haws, he felt as if he had lost the whole world.

However, these disappointments were instantly wiped away after seeing the candied haws in his hand.

Hehe, at least he is eating now.

Song Yao happily told Grandma Song about her and Zhao Xiaodong's plans while eating candied haws.

Grandma Song and Grandma Zhao have similar ideas.

Song Yao had made a lot of things, but none of them were handled by himself. Basically, he would just throw away his hands and run away to play with himself.

As for the aftermath, the adults in the family will naturally help him deal with it.

Since he took the initiative to take the follow-up action of fanning the clock this time, Grandma Song was not going to stop him.

The family already has a lot of income from the fan, and the Song family is not short of money at present.

If Song Yao wants to mess with it, let him do it.

Regardless of whether you make money or lose money, it all belongs to the folks in the village, and it won't be a big loss.

Maybe it was because of her grandson's intelligence and talent, or maybe it was because of the country's commendation last time, Grandma Song always had a feeling.

Her little grandson won't be able to stay at home for more than a few years.

Dashu Village is too small, and he will have to go to a wider world sooner or later, so while he is still at home and has his family to protect him, he can do whatever he wants.

Song Yao also found out after he returned to the house that grandma didn't ask him to hand over the money he earned this time.

The children immediately became happy.

Hehehe, when he gets the money, he will buy a lot of candied haws and eat them every day!

On the day the fan clock was made, Father Song came back.

He was still a little confused when he came back.

Because all the acquaintances he met along the way told him that his son had been commended by the country.

A commendation meeting was held in the county two days ago.

Father Song was embarrassed.

How could he miss such a great thing?

He failed to praise his children properly on such an important occasion.

By the way, with so many people attending the commendation conference, it’s totally possible to advertise Honey.

Thinking of this, Father Song felt even more regretful.

But he was as open-minded as ever.

My son is only eight years old and has already been commended. He may be commended many more times in the future.

Just don’t miss it next time.

After he figured it out, he returned home happily, took out the child who was working hard on drawing the design, and praised him:

"Dad's good son, how come you are so smart? You are actually praised by the country. As expected of you, you are so awesome!"

Song Yao was flattered by the praise, and she kept praising him in her father's arms:

"Dad, you seem to have lost weight and look more majestic. I haven't seen you for many days and I miss you so much. Do you miss me?"

"Of course Dad misses you. Let me see if our youngest son has grown taller in the past few days when Dad has been away. Oh! He has really grown taller!"

Father and son affectionately blow rainbow farts to each other.

One said "Dad, I miss you so much", the other said "Son, daddy misses you every day too".

Grandma Song passing by: ...Isn’t it just a few days since I last saw you? It felt like I had been out of touch for several years.

Anyway, both father and son are very happy.

Song Yao happily shared with him what he had done these days, and even held up the design drawing he drew to show his father.

Father Song skillfully opened his eyes and told lies: "Yes, the painting is really good."

Although he didn't understand what it was at all, he didn't care, it was just a compliment anyway.

Song Yao was indeed very happy: "Dad, do you think I can draw this car well!"

Dad Song: "..."

He stared at the strange-shaped thing on the book with a subtle expression, and smiled dryly: "What kind of car is this?"

Song Yao shook his head: "I don't know."

He just had an idea, but it was too late to do anything.

"I looked at the car that Uncle Liu was riding in when he left last time for a long time. Although it doesn't look very breathable, it is much more powerful than a bicycle. I also want to make one."

Father Song was stunned for a few seconds before he realized what he was talking about: "Are you talking about that kind of four-wheeled car?"

Song Yao nodded.

Dad Song was very happy: "My dear son, you are so smart, you can even build a car!"

That's a car!

I heard that the price is so expensive that even the county magistrate can’t afford it.

His son actually knew how to build a car, and Father Song felt like he was floating in the sky.

Song Yao interrupted his father's fantasy: "I don't know how to do it. I just want to make something as fast as him."

He expressed his thoughts: "Bicycles are too slow, and you have to ride them by yourself. It's so tiring. It would be great if there was a car that is similar to a bicycle but can run without riding."

Father Song noticed the slight resentment on his son's face.

He said, "Well, well, my good son, you are the best, you can definitely do it." He turned around and asked Grandma Song:

"Why does Yaoer suddenly want to build a car?"

Before Grandma Song could answer, Grandpa Song, who was choosing vegetables next to her, had already given her answer:

"Last time I went to the county, the county magistrate lent him a bicycle to ride on."

Father Song thought about the tall and big bicycle, and then thought about his little son: "Did he fall?"

Grandpa Song nodded.

Dad Song: "You're not crying, are you?"

Grandma Song said: "He cried for two seconds, then realized that he was not at home, and held back his tears."

Dad Song was a little confused: "Isn't it just a fall?"

It is very common for children under ten to fall, and Song Yao often falls.

When adults are around, he cries very loudly, and every time an adult picks him up and kisses him, the child will put away his tears with grievance.

Although Song Yao began to care about his face this year.

But he is a child after all, and he is not to the point where he still feels upset after a fall for several days.

Grandpa Song picked vegetables slowly: "The county magistrate was laughing at the youngest son."

Unlike Grandpa Song who wanted to save some face for his grandson, Grandma Song was more direct:

"The county magistrate laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. He laughed and said that the youngest son couldn't pedal because his legs were short."

Dad Song: ...I understand.

He knew his son very well. The bicycle was so tall, and he knew that the youngest son couldn't even do it after getting on it, and could only stand and pedal.

But his legs were too short to even make a circle, so he had to fall down, right?

He fell down in front of others and was laughed at. It was normal for Song Yao to remember it for so long.

Song Yao really held a grudge.

It didn't hurt much when he fell down, but being told that he had short legs made the child very unhappy.

The child, who felt that he had lost face, secretly wrote down the county magistrate in his little notebook.

But just writing it down in the little notebook was not enough.

He had to get back at this place!

So he was angry and thinking hard as soon as he came back.

Except for eating, sleeping, going to school, playing, supervising Zhao Xiaodong, and slacking off, all the other time was used to draw this design!

Even when his father came back, he only praised his father for half an hour, and then continued to work hard with full of fighting spirit.

When it was time to eat, Song Yao listened to his father talking about his "experience in learning bee breeding" while eating.

"That family didn't ask for money. They taught me for free and said that if I wanted to raise bees, they would transfer their bees to me."

Grandma Song frowned: "They must have a reason for wanting you to take over the bees. Did you ask clearly?"

Dad Song took a sip of porridge: "I asked clearly. That family is also honest. They told me clearly that it is easy to be stung when raising bees. Whether it is raising bees, collecting honey or collecting beehives, being stung is a common thing.

Then, there are only so many sources of nectar. In order to maintain the nectar source, they can only carry the beehives around every year. Not to mention the hard work, if the bees get sick and the honey source is lost, it will directly lose money. "

Song Yao listened carefully and nodded from time to time to show his agreement:

"Yes, yes, bees can also get sick."

Grandpa Song asked: "So, this bee breeding can't be done?"

Dad Song shook his head: "It's not impossible. The bees of that family were also bought from other beekeepers. They are the only beekeepers in our area, so their honey is still easy to sell."

He estimated that the bees in their village also came from there.

I haven't seen bees in the past few years, only wasps flying around every day.

Dad Song obviously found out everything clearly before he set off to go home. At this moment, he said:

"They made a lot of money, but they couldn't stand the days of wandering around like this. Their children are grown up and should go to school. They also want to buy a house and settle down, so they want to get rid of those bees and do some other small business. "

After all, the money they have now is enough to live a good life.

Dad Song is not willing to travel all over the country.

If he had not divorced and had a brother or sister, he would have gone there without any worries.

But he was the only young man in the family, with two elderly people above him and an eight-year-old son below. Their family still made a living by farming. Even if Song's father wanted to travel, he would not dare to go far.

So he had another idea.

"My son showed me half a book before, and I almost understood it and wrote it down. Then some of the things that family taught were also in the book. I want to try raising bees first.

If I can raise them well, I will find someone else to raise the bees, and I will sell the bees to them. How about taking a commission from selling honey for them?"

Song Yao understood it immediately: "In that case, Dad, you don't have to run around, just sell the bees to people who are willing to run around."

Song's father patted his son's shoulder happily: "Yes, that's what I mean."

"In addition to providing them with bee sources and goods, I can also teach them how to raise bees, how to deal with sick bees, how to choose a place to live when releasing bees in other cities, and how to decide whether to release bees based on the weather..."

He had obviously thought about it for a long time, and he talked a lot.

Grandpa Song and Grandma Song had a thoughtful look on their faces.

Dad Song looked forward to seeing his parents, hoping to get their consent.

Finally, it was Grandma Song who spoke first: "It's not impossible."

Dad Song: "No buts, right?"

Grandma Song glanced at her son: "But, you have to make sure you really know how to raise bees, know how to see if they are sick, and know how to choose the weather. Otherwise, you are not doing business, you are cheating."

"Yes." Grandpa Song agreed: "You have to discuss the source of goods first."

Otherwise, if there is a problem with the source of honey after the honey is collected, it will be all lost.

When they said this, it was equivalent to semi-agreement. Dad Song was so excited that he immediately said that he must have done this before implementing it.

"I plan to get two boxes of bees and try to stock them in the back hill."

After all, he currently only has theoretical knowledge and has not practiced it yet.

Song Yao was the first to express support: "Dad, can I go with you!"

Father Song looked at his son's fair and tender face: "... Just don't go, the bee sting will hurt."

He said: “In order to avoid being stung, beekeepers wear thick clothes in summer, because if they wear thin clothes, the tail stings of bees may penetrate through their clothes.

In order to protect their faces from being stung, they bought mosquito nets and sewed them on their hats, covering their faces like that every day. "

Father Song put his hands on his face to express that this is how he will look in the future.

"So none of you should go. It's hot in the summer. I'm young and strong and I'll be fine. But you old ones and young ones will get into trouble if it gets hotter."

Song Yao's eyes were bright: "Dad, don't worry! I know how to keep you from getting stung without wearing thick clothes!"

Father Song hesitated: "Did you make something again?"

Song Yao nodded excitedly: "Yes, yes! I can make you a set of clothes using the material I newly researched. I worked hard to get this material and spent a lot of money on it."

Father Song was extremely surprised: "Hey, I've only been there for a few days, and our youngest son can even knit cloth?"

"It's not the fabric, it's the material, the texture!"

Song Yao said proudly: "If I guessed correctly, we in Central Continent now, no, the entire Aquamarine Star does not have this kind of material!"

"Wow!"

Song's father was very happy: "Our youngest son is so good, then dad will be waiting for your clothes."

Song Yao was waiting for his words and immediately stretched out her hand.

Father Song was confused: "What?"

The child said confidently: "Give me money. We can't do it at home. I have to borrow factory equipment from others."

It sounded reasonable, and Father Song generously dug into his pocket: "Okay, how much will it cost?"

Song Yao: "Five yuan!"

Dad Song: “So many???”

Seeing that he thought it was too much, the child felt guilty and said, "Well, then four yuan..."

Father Song, who has been on the front line of bargaining for many years, immediately realized that there was still room for bargaining: "It's still too much."

"All right."

Song Yao pursed his lips: "Three yuan and five."

The child groaned and said unwillingly: "I have to work hard in the county all afternoon, so why don't I eat something delicious?"

Satisfied that the counteroffer was successful, Father Song pinched his son's little face and counted out four dollars and gave it to him.

"You brat, take it, don't spend it frivolously, or I won't give you pocket money next time."

Hey, four dollars.

If it weren't for the fact that Yao'er was indeed different from other children, he wouldn't have given her four cents.

Father Song, who is in his twenties and does not have a dime of pocket money, feels that his son is so lucky to have a huge sum of fifty cents to spend freely.

Song Yao also felt that she was very happy. The child instantly showed a happy smile, happily took the money, put down his chopsticks and ran away:

"Thank you, Dad!! I'm going to find Zhao Xiaodong! Hehehe! I can buy twenty-six candied haws!"

Father Song immediately shouted to him: "Don't buy so much! Be careful you break your teeth!"

Grandpa Song, who had been silently watching the fight between his son and grandson, waited until Song Yao ran away, and then suddenly said:

"One candied haws of water costs three points."

Father Song still didn't react: "What's wrong with the three points?"

Grandma Song looked at her son like a fool:

"What's wrong with three points? Twenty-six times three, you can calculate how much it is."

Father Song immediately did a mental calculation: ...seventy-eight cents.

That's 28 cents more than 50 cents.

he:"……"

The king of bargaining was actually coaxed over by his own son.

This brat is a quick learner.

Song Yao didn't know that he had spilled the beans, so he happily ran to find Zhao Xiaodong.

"Zhao Xiaodong! I'm rich! Treat you to some candied haws!"

Zhao Xiaodong was checking the fan clock. Hearing this, he held his head high and said: "I have money too! Let me treat you!"

Song Yao was surprised: "Didn't I spend all your money?"

Zhao Xiaodong proudly took out five dollars: "My grandma just gave it to me today."

Song Yao was shocked: "Five yuan!"

"Wow!! You are so rich!"

Zhao Xiaodong was very happy: "Hey, my grandma said that an embroidery she made was sold for a lot of money. Let me use this money to buy materials."

Song Yao was filled with envy: "My father only gave me fifty cents pocket money, your grandma is so generous."

"That is!"

Zhao Xiaodong said proudly: "Not only can I treat you to candied haws, I can also treat you to pig's trotters!"

A new braised pork restaurant has opened in the county. The pork trotters inside are super delicious. There is nothing wrong with it except that it costs 50 cents.

The county magistrate likes to buy pig's trotters there. The last time he ate, he even gave the two children a piece.

Then, fearing that they would still want to eat after finishing their meal, the county magistrate hurriedly ate the rest before them.

From then on, Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong's dream materials included pig's trotters.

Song Yao's eyes sparkled with excitement when he thought of the soft and glutinous texture of pork trotters:

"Then let's go eat tomorrow! You treat me to pig's trotters, and I'll treat you to candied haws!"

He said: "I can treat you for thirteen days."

Zhao Xiaodong calculated it and said happily: "I can treat you to food for ten days!"

The two children completely forgot about buying materials, and they excitedly thought about it together for a long time. Their dreams that night were all about pork trotters and candied haws.

The next day, they carried Fan Zhongxiong and went to the county in high spirits.

This time it was given to them by Father Song, who happened to want to ask the secretary about business matters.

After the fan clock was made, it aroused a wave of onlookers in the village, so when it was sent to the county, people who passed by and saw it were curious and came over to ask.

Someone else said in surprise: "Hey, isn't this Song Yao'er?"

"The one who made the fan? The kid next to him made the fan with him, right?"

"I remember, I remember, this kid was honored by the country before. This is the clock fan, right?"

An aunt came over to join in the fun and listened to their science education. She was shocked:

“This kid is so young and he’s so powerful?!”

Song Yao's face flushed with excitement.

【005, I am so popular, they are all praising me hehehe. 】

005 also followed with pride: [That’s because the host is great! 】

The aunt then said: "Hey, you are only five or six years old, how can you be so smart?"

Song Yao: "..."

Zhao Xiaodong, who was standing next to him, stood up and said, "Auntie, my son is already eight years old!"

The aunt's attention suddenly fell on him: "Okay, okay, aunt was wrong. Smart children should grow up slower. Look, this kid is so energetic."

Zhao Xiaodong stood up straight proudly.

The aunt smiled and said to him: "My son is about the same age as you. He is just thirteen and knows how to play every day. It would be great if he could be as successful as you."

Zhao Xiaodong: "..."

At this time, it was Song Yao's turn to save him: "Auntie, he is nine years old."

The aunt was stunned for a second and immediately changed her mind: "Yes, yes, smart children should grow up faster."

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong: "..."

In short, after being watched for a long time, everyone's attention finally shifted to the clock fan.

The fan clock, which was not too big or too small, was held by Zhao Xiaodong (Song Yao couldn't hold it). The second hand moved moment by moment, and the fan above the clock also blew.

This wind power is certainly not as powerful as a water-powered fan, but it is still enough for home use.

Because Grandma Song said that the two children had full authority to handle the matter of fanning the clock. Father Song, who wanted to open his mouth to sell when he saw so many people, could only try to hold it in and looked at his little son, who had a tender voice. Try your best to make peace there.

"It is both a clock and a fan. The price is only a little more expensive than a clock. Not only can you tell the time when you take it home, but it can also blow the wind."

Zhao Xiaodong tried his best to hug Fan Zhong, with a confident expression on his face that "you believe we are right."

Song Yao walked in front, and Zhao Xiaodong followed behind. The two children walked the two streets with their heads held high like a parade.

Fanning a clock does make people feel very fresh.

It’s practical, pretty, and cost-effective.

But I can’t stand the poverty of Xinghe County.

So the two kids wandered around and asked a lot of people, but only five or six people decided to buy it.

Of these five or six, four of them originally planned to buy a clock.

Although these five or six buyers were enough for them to make a profit, Song Yao was still a little disappointed that there were only such a few people in the entire county.

He was a little disappointed. After all, the child felt that among all the things he made, the clock fan should be the most popular one.

After all, water-powered fans are too expensive, life-saving necklaces are not suitable for ordinary families, let alone hand-cranked fans, and only fan clocks are suitable for ordinary people to buy in every aspect.

As a result, everyone still doesn’t want to buy such a good fan clock.

Song Yao is wilted. If he had a tail, it would be drooping now.

Zhao Xiaodong didn't notice it at all.

He didn't even realize how few buyers there were in the entire county, only five or six, and they were still so happy.

Father Song, who was watching, saw something was wrong and patted his son on the shoulder: "What's wrong?"

Song Yao pursed his lips: "I thought everyone would like fanning the clock very much."

This is the second time he made a mistake.

The last time he bought a life-saving necklace, he thought that fanning the clock would make no mistake.

Father Song couldn't laugh or cry when he discovered that the things his son made out of frustration were not popular:

"Everyone likes it very much, haven't you noticed that they are reluctant to leave?"

Children don’t understand: “Then why don’t they buy it if they like it?”

Dad Song: “Because I don’t have money to buy it.”

Song Yao was stunned for a second: "Yes, but this is only a little more expensive than Zhong, only two cents more."

Father Song could only make it clearer: "Everyone can't afford a clock. Look at our village, as long as your Uncle Shun's family has a clock."

Song Yao knew it, but he originally thought that everyone in the county would be richer.

Don’t they say that people in the county are richer than those in the village?

But when his father said this, he also reacted: "So it's not that our fan clock is bad, it's because people don't have money to buy it?"

Father Song nodded affirmatively.

As a result, Song Yao, who had been missing for less than three minutes, was resurrected with full health.

The child clenched his little fists and became arrogant again.

"Okay!! I figured it out!"

Dad Song was pleased: "As long as you understand, it doesn't matter. In fact, it's good to sell a few."

Song Yao's face was full of determination: "Yes! I understand!"

"I will work hard to make our county rich! Then everyone will have money to buy my fan clock!"

Dad Song: "..."

He couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Pfft...cough, I mean, not bad, I really have an idea."

Song Yao looked at him with bright eyes: "Dad, do you think my idea is a good one too?"

Father Song blocked the corners of his mouth that couldn't help but try to make it look like he wasn't laughing at his son:

"Ahem, not bad, not bad."

After receiving her father's approval, Song Yao felt confident.

When those who needed to ask about the price had finished asking, those who needed to make a decision were settled, and when those who were still hesitating were still hesitating, he revealed the news that they wanted to purchase the small parts for clock fans.

As soon as the news came out, everyone's eyes lit up as they were just here to watch.

"How much do you charge? Are you really going to be paid when you make it?"

With extra income like this, no one would want to seize the opportunity.

Song Yao had been muttering to Zhao Xiaodong for a long time, and now he said:

"We collect them one by one. If we don't accept them, we will tell you directly. If they are made, it doesn't matter if we confiscate them. Next time we collect them, you can just bring them to you."

Everyone listened with high spirits and didn't have much reaction to Song Yao's words, "You can't take it away after it's done."

Anyway, it's just some wooden gadgets. It's best if you can exchange them for money. If you can't exchange them, it won't be a waste.

Song Yao looked at everyone with bright eyes and said quietly to Zhao Xiaodong:

"My father said that our county is poor and everyone has no money, so it is difficult to sell our fan clocks."

Zhao Xiaodong opened his eyes wide: "Ah? What should we do? If we sell these few, won't we sell them?"

"You are so stupid. They don't buy it because they don't have money. Wouldn't it be better if we made them rich?"

Zhao Xiaodong touched the five yuan in his pocket: "But we don't have much money ourselves."

Song Yao hummed: "Our county is poor, but some other counties are not poor, so we will sell the fan clock to other counties."

He is very good at calculating:

"Weren't the previous water-powered fans sold to other counties? This fan clock will definitely work. Then we will ask people to buy small parts and use the small parts they made to make fan clocks, and they will make money."

The child happily concluded: "If they have money, they can buy our fan clock!"

Zhao Xiaodong: "Wow!"

He thought this was a really good idea and kept praising Song Yao:

"You're so smart, Yao'er. If you do this, they will definitely have money to buy our fan clock!"

After finishing their work, the two children happily went to find the county magistrate, because the county magistrate had pushed the hydraulic fan to another county last time.

After listening to the two children’s ambition of “Let everyone make money first and then come to us to spend money,” the county magistrate said: ...So since you have already made money by selling to other counties, why are you so persistent in making money? County.

This plan is a bit magical though.

But as the county magistrate, after seeing the actual appearance of the fan clock, he still supported it.

"The fan clock you make is indeed good, and the price is also cheap. In fact, you don't have to travel from county to county. As long as you spread the word, some smart people will come to our galaxy to buy it from you."

The emergence of fan clocks can be said to have directly occupied more than half of the clock market. As long as the news spreads, people will naturally come to act as second-tier dealers.

The county magistrate suggested: "You can go all out to collect those parts now. In less than ten days, many people will come to you to buy them. But then remember to pay the money and deliver the goods, as profiteers are hard to guard against."

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong looked at each other.

They are still very cautious: "What if we make a lot of fan clocks and no one buys them at all?"

"Yes." Zhao Xiaodong also nodded: "Then wouldn't it be smashed in your hand?"

The county magistrate actually understood them.

For him, the money for collecting those parts was just a small investment (after all, his family was quite wealthy), but for Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong, this was everything their family had.

He actually admired the two children for being so cautious.

Not everyone can think normally in the face of huge interests.

"How about this."

The county magistrate thought for a while: "I will pay for the parts. If the fan clock is not sold, I will bear the cost of them."

"If the fan clock is sold, you can pay me for the replacement parts."

Zhao Xiaodong looked happy and was about to agree, but before he could speak, Song Yao grabbed him.

The child murmured: "There is no such thing as free food in the world."

Zhao Xiaodong also reacted: "Yes, there is no pie in the sky."

The county magistrate, who was watched warily by the two children, said: "...Not bad, keep it up."

In fact, he really didn't intend to work for nothing. After experiencing the "two cents equals two eggs" incident, the county magistrate was no longer the generous magistrate before.

Of course, the most important thing is that it is really fun to entertain children.

He smiled and said: "You have to promise me that you will sell me the first twenty fan clocks first."

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong were both a little confused: "Twenty units? Have you used them all?"

County Magistrate: "Don't worry about it. Just decide whether to sell it or not."

The child asked tentatively: "The one that doesn't reduce the price?"

The county magistrate nodded: "Yes, we won't lower the price."

Song Yao: "Then you'll be at a huge loss. You only pay the money, and you bear all the risks."

The county magistrate winked at him: "I am a kind person."

Song Yao: "..."

He still felt it was a scam.

But he and Zhao Xiaodong couldn't figure anything out after muttering for a long time, so they could only agree with hesitation.

As soon as they agreed, the county magistrate immediately took out a pen and paper: "Here, sign the contract."

Being so positive seems even more deceptive.

The two of them calculated it carefully again, and after confirming that they were indeed not at a loss, they hesitated to sign.

After signing the contract, the county magistrate formally gave them one copy and kept one for himself:

"Let's go. Didn't you say you want to go to the factory? I've just finished all my business and will take you there."

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong quickly followed.

When they saw the secretary, their eyes lit up, they went up and whispered what had just happened.

After finishing speaking, Song Yao said puzzledly: "We don't feel that we have suffered a loss, but the county magistrate looks very proud."

Zhao Xiaodong echoed: "Yes, he still smiles evilly!"

Secretary brother: "..."

He glanced at the county magistrate in front of him, and he really didn't understand why he liked to tease children so much. He obviously wanted them to know things sooner or later, but he still pretended to be mysterious.

"You didn't lose money, you just made less money." He complained to the county magistrate from the bottom of his heart while explaining to the two children:

"Clock fanning is a new thing. For those second-rate dealers, it is very important to seize the opportunity at this time."

"Everything is the same. If there are too many, it will not be fresh, and it will be difficult to sell it at a high price. So whoever buys the first batch of fan clocks will make a lot of money. Those people will raise the price just to buy the first batch of fan clocks. ”

He motioned the two children to look at the county magistrate in front of him with his eyes: "The county magistrate earned this price difference. If he hadn't bought the first twenty units, you should have earned the difference."

The secretary knew very well that the county magistrate was not short of money.

So if he did this, it was really just a bad idea.

The county magistrate, who had been eavesdropping from the front, turned around and winked at the two children proudly:

"I'm going to let you experience in advance how profiteers are so unpredictable. Are you kind enough?"

Song Yao Zhao Xiaodong: "..."

This is too hard to guard against.

They didn't care much about the price difference. Anyway, they didn't plan to increase the price.

Song Yao was just not convinced that the county magistrate could coax them over. The other party was still on his grudge list, so how could he coax him over:

"You won because we don't understand many things. When we grow up, we will never be coaxed by you again!"

County Magistrate: “I won’t do business with you when you grow up.”

The child was stunned.

After a few seconds, he became angry and said: "Humph! Who cares!"

Zhao Xiaodong also said: "Yes! We don't care about it!"

Seeing that he had won, the county magistrate happily picked up the enamel cup and took a sip of water, with a proud look on his face.

In fact, the price difference earned is not much money.

But when I thought about it, it was taken from the always clever Song Yao: it smells really good.

Secretary: ...I'm blind. I can't see my boss being proud of bullying an eight or nine-year-old child.

After all the trouble, the county magistrate is still very reliable.

He still hired someone to make the thin steel plates the two children wanted.

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong worked hard for three or four days with his help (during which they also went to school for five days), and finally came up with a piece of clothing.

The basic material is the same as the failed first version of the life-saving necklace, but Song Yao made some small changes for the sake of portability.

The two happily carried their clothes back to the village to do experiments.

They found a piece of wood to put on it. Song Yao took a deep breath and asked Zhao Xiaodong next to him:

"Are you ready?"

Zhao Xiaodong nodded seriously: "No problem!"

Song Yao: "Okay, one, two, three!"

The two of them simultaneously raised the knives in their hands and stabbed the wood on which they were wearing clothes:

"Zazaza!! I zag, I zag!!"

After working hard for a long time, they were so tired that they couldn't prick anymore, so they stopped to pull out the wood.

There were no marks at all on the smooth wood, and it was completely impossible to tell that it had been stabbed with so many knives.

"Wow!!"

The two children jumped up: "Success!!!"

Song Yao was extremely proud: "Look, let me tell you this!! Although the first version is broken! But it can still be used in other places!!"

Zhao Xiaodong was extremely excited: "Yes, yes! You can wear it to fight!"

Song Yao was shocked: "How could you have such an idea? Who would fight with a knife?"

Until now, he has never heard of anyone fighting with a knife.

It seems to have happened before, but now the person is still in prison.

Zhao Xiaodong was stunned and touched his head: "Yes, then why are we making these clothes?"

Song Yao proudly raised his chest and said, "Of course it's used to prevent bee stings!"

"Look, even a knife can't pierce it, and neither can a bee's sting! Beekeepers are not afraid of being stung by bees, and I made it super thin! You can wear it in summer too!!"

The child calculated very well: "My father plans to teach people to keep bees. Bees can easily get stung. Then I can sell these clothes to them. This time there will be no problem."

Zhao Xiaodong was a little skeptical: "But every time you say there is no problem, there will be problems."

Song Yaofangmao denied: "No way! No!"

Zhao Xiaodong counted for him: "Life-saving necklaces and fan bells, you said they would be popular, but no one bought them."

Song Yao blushed with shame and anger after being exposed: "Not this time, absolutely not. Haven't we tried it all? A knife can't penetrate it, and bees will never sting it."

The child picked up the dress and declared confidently:

"This dress is so great, it will definitely become a very popular dress, and its name will spread throughout Zhongzhou... Well, let me think about the name, ah, I got it! Anti-stinging clothes!"

"It will definitely be the most popular anti-stinging clothes!!"