Spatial Peasant Girl: These Mad Darlings Are Delicate and Gullible

A long sigh stopped Ning Erlang from asking more questions, and then she stopped again: "Big brother and second brother, can I not tell my parents that I got two taels of silver from selling recipes today?"

Because it was a recipe with no technical content, and he originally said that he would give it away, shopkeeper Xu gave him one tael of silver for a dish, but this was enough to shock Ningjiro. Hearing that his sister wanted to hide such a large sum of money Money, Ningjilang, who has never hidden private money before, hesitated: "Why?"

Xiaoxiao lowered his head and looked unhappy: "I don't want the hard-earned money to end up in the pockets of those in the old house."

Ning Erlang suddenly remembered his old grudges, and at this time Ning Dalang had already patted Xiaoxiao's shoulder: "If you don't tell me, brother, my sister keeps this money, and no one knows about it except us."

Xiaoxiao raised her eyes and looked at him with stern eyes: "Really?"

This look made Ning Erlang's throat sore. He was slow for a moment, but his eldest brother beat him to it again. He hurriedly said: "Really, really, even the eldest and second brothers didn't tell you, you earned this money with your own ability. , it’s yours.”

Xiaoxiao was satisfied and put away her aggrieved expression.

Of course I can't give the money to my parents, just my mother, her father's temper, tsk.

Ning Fengnian, a good old man whom she despised, had just sent away her second brother who was said to have come to visit him during his busy schedule.

The second brother now works as a part-time worker in his name and can earn 500 coins a month, but he can't help with the family affairs. Seeing that it is time to plant rice in the fields, the second brother and sister show their interest. It is important for the third brother to study. My sister is planning to get married again, so she can’t get a good tan. She can’t let her parents work hard in the field at such a young age...

But looking at the situation at home, he didn't even ask to come forward.

No matter how hard-working he was in the past, he was still heartbroken by the indifference of his parents and brothers during these days when he was in bed. Now his family is still in such a state of poverty. His wife and children are busy every day. How can he work as a cow for the old house with peace of mind? horse?

Uncle Ning tried hard to talk but didn't get the result he wanted. His expression was disgusting. When he saw his niece and nephew coming back with a cart, he approached him like a wolf seeing a sheep: "Is Dalang Erlang coming back from the county? Listen, right? You said you sold bamboo shoots? How much did you get?"

What a gossip. Xiaoxiao, who was ignored, rolled her eyes, hugged the pickled cabbage jar with a new bowl in it and covered it with a lid, and walked to the kitchen: "Didn't you see it, uncle? He didn't even sell it, and he brought it back."

Second Uncle Ning frowned, glanced at Xiaoxiao with disgust, and asked his nephew: "Second Uncle clearly heard from your father that the sour bamboo shoots sold well. Why, they started to live separately after the family separation. You have to hide this from Second Uncle." ?”

Knowing that his younger brother was impulsive, Dalang took over and said, "Yesterday it was pretty good, but today it was too fresh and we only sold a little bit."

Ning Erlang shook the silent robe in cooperation and said, "It's not even enough for dad's medicine."

Uncle Ning was afraid that they would borrow money, so he walked away with such swiftness that Ning Erlang spit on the ground.

Ning Dalang frowned, Erlang was afraid of being scolded, but his elder brother said: "Next time, wait until he is farther away."

Big brother has changed! But he likes it.

After this episode, the two brothers became even more supportive of their sister's plan to conceal her true income. They even drew inferences from their own teachers and lowered the price of the pickled bamboo shoots collected by the restaurant and them, saying it was one hundred and eighty yuan per jar.

Ning Fengnian and his wife had no doubts at all, and were amazed that their family was going to make so much money. Only then did Ning Erlang feel that his performance was not good enough. If he had known it, he would have said 150.