In the evening, sitting on the table in the room on eleventh, he counted today's account by candlelight, and Yang Shifeng reported the count on the side.

"Soy sauce sold for 15 catties, candles sold for 20, straw paper for 13 knives, and vinegar for 5 catties..."

On the eleventh, wrote down Yang Shifeng’s report and wrote the profit of each item at the back. After wrote down all the things sold, added up all the profits and made a total of 3,300 yuan. That is three taels of silver plus three hundred words.

The eleventh is quite satisfactory. In this place, you can earn more than three taels of silver a day, which is already a very large amount. Some people save less than three taels of silver a year.

On the eleventh, he showed Yang Shifeng the account book, "The money you made today is pretty good, more than you made from hunting."

Yang Shifeng only 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 a little from the west. There will be more sold in total. There is definitely not so much business."

The eleven agreed, "It is true, but even if there are not so many people coming, as long as ten people come in a day, the money you make will be better than that of a man going out and doing hard work."

Yang Shifeng nodded. , It is true, just like his second uncle, when he was fine, he would go to the town to carry bags to people, and he would only pay more than twenty cents a day, which was considered high. And even if there is no one to open this shop, the daily income is more than two dozen yuan.

"By the way, is there anything you want to buy today but our store doesn't have it?"

"Yes, many people wanted to buy some pork, but we didn't have one."

"Pork? Ah, pork!" Eleven suddenly remembered, how could such an important thing as pork be forgotten? I can’t eat vegetables every day at home. Meat is a must. I used to have meat for every meal because Yang Shifeng used to go hunting in the mountains, so he can often eat wild things. Pork only occasionally goes to the town and buys some back to make it. But now Yang Shifeng doesn't go hunting in the mountains anymore, and naturally he can't eat meat. If he wants to eat meat in the future, he will have to buy pork.

It's hard to say that you can only wait for the pork to be bought in town once in a while before you can taste the meaty meat at home.

Eleven felt that he might not be able to bear such a meatless day, "Yang Shifeng, what kind of meat will we eat in the future?"

Yang Shifeng paused, and remembered this. He will stop hunting in the future, and naturally there will be no meat at home. He does not go to the town to buy goods every day. Let’s go every ten days and a half month, right? Do you have to eat meat every ten days and a half at home? Even if he and Grandpa can stand it, Eleven will definitely not be able to stand it.

It is impossible for him to let eleven have such a hard life.

"You mean that we will also sell pork in the future?"

Nodded at eleven and said, "If people in the village want to eat meat, or if they come from home, they have to travel all the way to the town to buy some pork. Our shop doesn’t have any. They still have to go to town. If we also sell something by the way You don’t have to go to town for pork. The most important thing is that we have to eat it ourselves."

Yang Shifeng frowned and thought.

Eleven said: "Although pork can't be stored, we can eat less every day. If we can't sell it, we can eat it at home. If there is more leftover, we will eat more. If there is less leftover, we will eat less. Anyway, at home. Even if you eat, you won't lose money."

Yang Shifeng said, "I'm not thinking about whether I will lose money, but about where to get pork. I can't go to town to buy pork and sell it every day, right? I don't have that time, and it's not a good deal."

Of course, Eleven also knew this, and couldn't help asking: "Isn't there any family in this village that raises pork to sell to the town?" Those who can't raise pigs are all raised in the town, right?

Yang Shifeng thought for a while and replied: "There is a family in Changhe Village, two villages apart from our village, that specializes in raising pigs. His pigs are sold to the town, so they don’t sell them to the villagers, just don’t know. Would you like to buy his home and sell it? After all, we don’t buy a lot every day."

This is a problem. If people don’t want to sell it, then you 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. The big deal is to buy meat in town. "

Yang Shifeng nodded.

After talking about this, Eleven brought a stack of paper and put it in front of Yang Shifeng, and took a writing brush to him separately, "Okay, from now on, I'm going to teach you how to read."

Yang Shifeng was silent, stretched out his hand to take the brush, and adjusted his posture according to the eleventh holding pen. He didn't look at eleven until he felt right.

At eleven o’clock, he nodded to indicate that he was correct, and then wrote the three characters "Yang Shifeng" on the paper in front of him, pointed to these three characters and said: "This is your name, you have to recognize your name first, and then Write a meeting."

Yang Shifeng looked at the three large characters lying on the paper very seriously, carefully watching every stroke, he never knew that his name used to look like this.

Eleven looked at the way he looked at the words seriously, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said softly: "You write as I say, and you will write it a few more times."

Yang Shifeng held the pen tightly, tracing the font on the paper with a slight tremor, drawing with extreme caution, but he had never held a pen, nor had he written any words, and the strokes were crooked and crooked. The order is also mostly wrong.

When he saw this, he approached him, and when he didn't react, he reached out to hold his big hand, and held the pen with him, "You didn't write it right, come, I'll take you to write it again."

Being held by the warm and soft hand, Yang Shifeng's fingers suddenly froze, holding the pen still.

Eleven pretended not to notice his abnormality, and walked with his hand with his own strength, with his mouth close to his ear and said: "The strokes of writing are very important. You see, you must write this horizontally, then vertically, and then Such a hand..."

Yang Shifeng's hand was taken away by Eleven stupidly, her clear voice in her ears, the tip of her nose and the sweet fragrance on her body, she didn't know what Eleven was talking about or how her hands were moving.

"Okay, just write it like this, do you remember?" Eleven let go of his hand, and then moved away and asked him.

Yang Shifeng returned to his senses and lowered his head. He didn't hear anything just now...

Eleven did not notice his distraction just now, with a smile in his eyes, but a stern mouth, "You write it yourself, and if you make a mistake, I'll be a slapstick."

Yang Shifeng pursed his lips, carefully recalling how he wrote on the eleventh eleventh month in his mind, but he didn't really think about it, so he had to bite the bullet and write on the paper with his feelings.

"Wrong! The strokes are not right." Eleven said after he finished writing, working extremely hard to put on Master Yan's face. No! Stretch out your hand, I want to beat you."

Yang Shifeng's ears were imperceptibly red, and he raised his head and looked at Eleven, with uncertainty in his eyes.

Really want to fight?

"I said if you want to fight, you have to fight, can you reach out?"

Yang Shifeng saw that she turned out to be real, he paused for a moment, enduring the embarrassment, slowly stretched out his hand, and unfolded before eleven.

The smile in Eleven's eyes was even worse, but he didn't let him see it. Holding his fingertips with his left hand, and patted his palm with his right hand three times, the sound was quite loud. Then he said: "Well, I'll fight if I'm not serious."

Yang Shifeng didn't expect that it would be finished like this, and the pain didn't feel at all. Feel the soft touch of her skin. It turned out to be like this...

Slowly retracting his hand, Yang Shifeng hooked the corner of his mouth imperceptibly, looked at the big characters on the paper again, and said: "You write it on the paper again and show it to me. I must remember this time."

Eleven is not good to always tease him, this time carefully write three words on the paper and show him slowly.

Yang Shifeng saw it clearly this time, silently picked up the pen, and wrote on the paper stroke by stroke. Nothing was wrong. The sequence of the strokes was exactly the same as that of eleven, and he didn’t even look at the imitation of eleven. Written by 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 even know these three characters before, and it was the first time to hold the pen. Now, just watch her write it this way and she will know it. If it's her, she probably won't be able to do it.

"Yang Shifeng, you are really amazing! Wrong writing is punished, and correct writing is rewarded!" Eleven looked at Yang Shifeng with a smile.

Yang Shifeng looked at her suspiciously, "Wha—"

Before he could finish his words, Eleven kissed him on the cheek at an unexpected speed, and said loudly, "This is a reward, okay?"

Yang Shifeng froze, his face turned red with lightning speed. The next second, he stood up and walked straight out. The chair was brought by him to make a harsh sound, and he almost fell to the ground. "It's getting late, I'm going to sleep." The voice disappeared as soon as it fell, and the door of the next room made a "touch" sound.

Eleven blinked, and suddenly he burst out with a laugh, "Hahaha, this big idiot, don't you just kiss your cheek? As for this, if you do something inappropriate for children, then he..... .." Eleven thought of certain pictures in his mind, and couldn't help but hold back a smile.

...................

The next day, on the 11th, he saw Yang Shifeng walking outside when he got out of the room. He also saw the eleven. He immediately looked away and walked even faster.

"Yang Shifeng, what are you going to do?" Eleven could not let him go.

Yang Shifeng paused and looked outside the door and said, "I'm not busy today. I will go to the pig house in Changhe Village."

Eleven heard the words and walked quickly to him, "I'll go too, take me with him."

"The road is a bit far away, you can rest at home, I can 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 something in the car."

Eleven happily took it and followed him into the donkey cart, but instead of getting into the carriage, he sat in front with him, eating the buns in his hand while watching the scenery on the roadside.

"Have you eaten?" Eleven asked.

Yang Shifeng looked at the road ahead, "I have eaten it."

Nodding at eleven, he still grabbed a piece and fed it to his mouth, "Then you have another bite."

Yang Shifeng did not open his mouth, did not squint, and refused: "I'm full, you can eat by yourself."

Eleven didn't take the buns away, but moved closer to his lips, "Then you can taste mine, maybe it's better than yours."

Yang Shifeng: "..." They are all steamed buns in a pot.

Yang Shifeng couldn't reach eleven, so he opened his mouth helplessly and ate the steamed buns, and started chewing.

Eleven looked at him with a smile, "How about it, isn't my steamed buns more delicious?"

Yang Shifeng was silent and hurried very seriously.

Eleven hummed in his heart, and happily continued to eat his own steamed buns.

Yang Shifeng exhaled secretly.

"You little bastard, how dare you steal something to eat, I'm going to kill you today! I don't need to raise a white-eyed wolf."

Suddenly, there was a rude female voice in the ear, and it was very painful to listen to it accompanied by the crackling of the rope on the flesh. Eleven looked at the source of the sound and saw in an open yard, a little boy who was about five or six years old was being pulled on him by a woman with a big waist while holding a thick rope tied up with things, while cursing.

The child was bitten and pressed, with a lot of hatred on his face. He didn't even groan when he was hit like this. When he found an opportunity, he pushed the woman fiercely and ran out of the gate.

The woman behind her cursed "a bitch" and chased after her, her face was terrifying and terrifying.

Yang Shifeng stopped the donkey subconsciously and looked into the yard. He suddenly remembered what had been said on the eleventh, and immediately drove the donkey cart again without saying anything.

At this time, the escaping child suddenly rushed to their donkey cart, trying to avoid it by means of the donkey cart, but the donkey cart just ran up and collided with the child's figure.

Yang Shifeng was shocked and immediately pulled on the rein. Eleven also grabbed the rein 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 came up.

"You bastard, I will let you run! You still run!" The woman kicked the child severely while dragging the child on the ground, and the child groaned in pain.

Yang Shifeng clenched his fist tightly, but did not move.

When saw this, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in heart. He was not like this before. If he encountered this situation before, he would definitely go up and protect the child, but now he forcibly resisted wanting to pretend to be blind.

Eleven You don’t need to think about it, but suddenly regretted it. She shouldn’t say that he is a bad guy. He is a big fool. This is him. Isn’t she the one who likes him... .

"Stop!" With a shout at the Eleventh Party, he jumped off the donkey cart, grabbed the woman's hand and slammed it away, and then pulled the child up. At first, he felt that the child was as light as weightless. The whole body is probably skin except the bones.

The woman staggered when she was thrown on the eleven, and she fell directly to the ground, her ass was about to break, and she screamed "Ouch", just about to scold someone, she fixed her eyes on eleven, and swallowed the swear word in her mouth. After he went on, his face was not very good and said: "What are you doing? I'm a damn, he made a mistake, I will teach him a lesson, don't you need outsiders to intervene?"

Eleven snorted, and pulled the child with nothing on his body to Yang Shifeng, and asked him to protect the child, while she faced the woman and looked at her coldly, "Are you the fuck? Are you trying to take the child? Kill it, you're afraid it's not a stepmother, are you?"

The woman's expression froze, her eyes drifted.

Seeing her like this on November 1st, she turned her head and asked Yang Shifeng, "Isn't she really a stepmother?"

Yang Shifeng showed the child the wound on his body and nodded at eleven, "She is the stepmother of Little Stone."

Eleven didn't expect that I was right. No wonder he was so poisonous to the child. This is the rhythm to be killed, and he must not be able to do this in his own life.

Even in the last days, people's hearts are unpredictable and lack of sympathy, but no one has been such a poisonous hand to such a small child. Children are a vulnerable group no matter how they are not protected, but they cannot be treated like this.

Seeing Eleven's contemptuous look, the woman argued: "Whether it is a mother or a stepmother, I am raising him, and I can take care of him if he doesn't do it right, it's the right thing!"

Eleven asked: "Then tell me, what did a child like him do to make you beat him to death?"

The woman said frankly: "He steals the steamed buns from the pot and eats it, so he will steal it if he is so small, can't I still control it?"

The child who kept his head down and said nothing angrily raised his head and glared at the woman, "You are talking nonsense, I am not stealing! You don't give me food every day, so why do I steal a bun?"

The woman pointed at the child and cursed: "Did I say that I gave it to you? I didn't say that I was stealing it if I didn't say it to you! That white noodle steamed bun was also eaten by your vulgar kind?"

The child clenched his fists angrily as she said, eyes red.

Eleven "Tsk Tsk" two times, I can almost understand it, but it is the trick of this vicious woman to abuse her stepson.

Eleven felt that she had to take care of this nosy today, and she had to break Yang Shifeng back again.