Xiao Fu Lang is Born with a Good Fate

"More than four or two?"

"The confiscated man, third brother, your family earns two or two? Just this trip today?"

"How did you sell it? Who paid the money?"

"..."

On Wednesday, Feng went to Erliang and always passed the copper coins to the old lady. Only then did he start to speak: "Ninglang is also in the brain, and the people in the town are rare."

Grandma Zhou bit her silver and felt happy. After all, in previous summers, the boss took all the tomato guarana from the field to the town restaurant and sold it, only one or two.

"San'er, there are peanuts at home, and there are many other vegetables in the ground. You give me an idea and sell them at a good price. We will have a good year in Zhou's family."

Since that day, the old lady has been very close to Wednesday Fengdu, opening her mouth and closing her mouth is no longer the "old third", but the "three children" when she coaxed children.

Da Zhou's daughter-in-law is full of thoughts. The third family includes melons and peanuts. Isn't it okay? "Yes, third brother, your family is busy with tomato melons, and I help the family share peanuts. Do you see any thoughts that can be used on peanuts? Sister-in-law has worked hard too."

Saturday's daughter-in-law: "Third brother, then my younger sibling is also cheeky. My son is still young, and I can't get the vegetables in the ground, but there are a lot of corn in the house, and I will help."

"Sister-in-law and six younger siblings are really sensible, then I will share the burden for the family, and the autumn radishes will be harvested next month, and I will also pack up." Lin Guihua didn't look at her sister-in-law's greedy appearance, and deliberately began to argue.

Lin Jin grabbed his sleeve tightly, and looked at her husband in a panic.

"My aunt and aunt are interested. Ning Lang learned this secret recipe from his mother-in-law when he was a child, and I, a husband, can’t even know one or two." Zhou Jinnian stepped forward to relieve the siege first, and then dump the pot. "It’s just that there are states in this book. The earthwork recorded in various places, the eldest brother Wen Shu and the sixth uncle have been full of poems and books, and they must know one or two things.

"Oh? It's in that book, so surely that nephew knows it too?" Saturday's daughter-in-law immediately focused on Zhou Jinnian.

Zhou Jinnian raised his eyebrows, tilted his head slightly, a positive etiquette dismissed Saturday’s daughter-in-law, "Uncle Liu’s study does not have thousands of books, there are hundreds of books, and even Big Brother Wen Shu also owns a study. My nephew has no room, no books, no paper, no ink, and he knows the depth of his knowledge. But my nephew kindly reminded me, but Aunt Six told me to have a low self-esteem."

After finishing speaking, he straightened his head and no longer looked at people. He had low self-esteem, but he stood taller than anyone else. He came from a poor family but was very noble. Xie Ning stared at her husband in a daze, with an idiotic smile on his face.

The atmosphere was quiet and awkward for a while. Grandma Zhou also had the desire to make up for the third son, and handed the extra money to Wednesday Feng.

The daughter-in-law of Zhou was jealous when she saw it, and she could only give the talkative six younger siblings a big roll of eyes.

This family recently went to a lot of money, and finally got the money again. Grandma Zhou’s smiling teeth leaked and she couldn’t close her mouth from ear to ear.

On Thursday, Fengtian took the food to sell. The elder brother used to sell food, but now he only found out that the money was too much!

It is impossible for the price of food to rise so much, there is only one reason, eldest brother is ignorant of the money! Once someone in this family takes the lead and looks outwards, the hearts of that family will not be able to gather together.

It's no wonder that he is facing the earth with his back to the sky like his eldest brother, but the physique of his eldest brother, who doesn't know, thought he was a butcher, and his family sells pork.

So Feng sold out the grain on Thursday, and the money handed in was exactly the same as the amount paid by the eldest brother in previous years.

The day after coming back from the town, Zhou's daughter-in-law and Saturday's daughter-in-law stayed in the kitchen room. Really thought they were trying to burn the fire? Picture of Shabu Shabu?

Lin Jin's heart was clear, and he took the pot back to his small courtyard, and used a brazier to fry the spicy glutinous rice sauce.

This week, the eldest daughter-in-law and Saturday daughter-in-law looked at each other on the stovetop, poked their lips together, "Bah!", twisted back to their room.

Xie Ning was in charge of making the sauce, so he changed his clothes to go into the sinkhole to catch fish. He was all about making fried fish dumplings.

"Husband, how much do you want to write?" Xie Ning leaned over to the desk and lay on his stomach.

Zhou Jinnian couldn't help but drew a line on his face with a pen. If there is anything to do, he will be married, and if nothing is wrong, he will be in Jienian. Where is it like a serious little husband?

Xie Ning was not angry either, and stupidly "hehe...", as long as Zhou Jinnian took the time to pay attention to him, he would be happy.

"Let's go." Zhou Jinnian put down his pen and understood Xiao Fulang's thoughts at a glance.

Xie Ning asked with his chin, "Are you not asking? Aren't you curious?"

"It's not surprising if you don't ask." Zhou Jinnian was deliberately indifferent, teasing Ning Lang.

Sure enough, Xie Ning grunted, tugging his arm and muttering: "You have to ask, you ask!"

This little idiot, Zhou Jinnian endured his emotions and controlled his facial expressions, pretending to be deep: "Then I would like to ask Fulang, when shall we leave for the Shuitan Cave?"

"Ah!!!" Zhou Jinnian preempted what Xie Ning was about to say. Xie Ning was so angry that she squeezed the wrists with her hands and squeezed her hands firmly, "I'm not asking this!"

Zhou Jinnian didn't shake his hands, dragged people out of the room without pain, and was in a good mood.

With the basket on his back, Xie Ning was still pulling her husband's arms and shaking them, sometimes pulling a little after shaking them. Zhou Jinnian felt very comfortable, and Xiao Fulang seemed to relax his shoulders.

Xie Ning waited for his husband to change his face, but after playing all the way, his hands were sore, and his husband still looked relaxed.

Behind them, Zhou Wenshu hid behind the hall window and peeked all the way, Xie Ning actually has the ability to make money like this? He looked at the side of his eyes from a distance, and there didn't seem to be anything terrible on his face?

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Songshan is famous for the Qi'en Temple. The people's traditional customs, festivals, the first and the fifteenth dates, will go to the Qi'en Temple to burn incense and pray for the Buddha and pray for peace.

Before going to the temple, you have to climb high and long steps, and the roads are paved with huge stones. There is a step as high as a person's knees every few days. When they climb to the temple, their legs are soft and trembling.

So there is a bearer, and the peasant man has the strength to use a sturdy chair to lift people up and down the mountain, earning hard money.

Dajing Village occupies a geographical advantage and is close to Songshan, so Xie Ning and the others searched for a shady place, with the basket in front of them, and a wooden bench brought by the family behind them.

One basket was steamed eggplants, and the other was covered with clean cotton cloth. The bottom was shrimp paste cakes. They were fried in the morning. Lin Jin and Lin Guihua stayed up all night before they went to bed.

Zhou Jinnian carried the basket on his shoulders and moved the chair with his hands. He was sweating all the time. Xie Ning held a fan to fan him.

After resting for a while, Zhou Jinnian asked Xie Ning, "Come and sit down, is it hot?"

Xie Ning shook his head and pressed Liang Sisi's palm to Zhou Jinnian's forehead. Seeing his husband closed his eyes and brows loosely, he endured the heat to cool him down.

On Wednesday, Feng Feng packed up the stall. Looking back, the young couple put their hands on the honey and mixed the oil. There were many stalls around one after another, and there were many other villagers who were carrying tables and chairs. They actually came to cook. The noodles are sold.

Seeing that there were more people, Zhou Jinnian pulled off the little cold hand on his forehead, led the people around, inquiring and observing the price they were selling.

People who go up the mountain are less inclined to buy things. They are all farmers in nearby villages. Naturally, they all eat at home, so they can save one.

But when the first batch went down the mountain, they had the thought of eating, and it happened that Xie Ning and the others were next to the stairs.

When Xie Ning saw someone looking at his basket, he shouted: "You are on the Mid-Autumn Festival, buy a shrimp paste cake to cushion your stomach."

When they saw him were fair and handsome, dressed in clean and tidy clothes, they were also willing to approach him. They saw some fine lines on his face when they got closer, thinking that this little man was a little older and well maintained.

"How did you sell it?" the man asked her mother-in-law.

"Six pennies, shrimp filling, fresh and fragrant." Xie Ning took out one and opened a corner to show the filling.

The man still wanted to say that it was expensive. After all, a meat bun in the town was only four cents, but seeing Xiao Langjun handing it over and smelling it was indeed delicious, it was sea meat, so he went to pay, "Let's get one."

Xie Ning tore his hand aside, took a new greased paper and handed it over, "You take it, go slowly."

With the first person who ate crabs, and the people who smelled it one after another, they also paid generously. After all, everything at the foot of Qi'en Temple is expensive every year.

I tasted the shrimp patties, and I thought it was good. I would also buy a pack or two of vegetarian jerky.

At midday, Lin Jin and Lin Guihua came to deliver the goods, and Brother Rong followed behind with the rice.

Lin Jin saw that the baskets were empty, stared and asked, "Sold?"

"It's not for sale, who can eat all that cow's appetite?" The farmer laughed heartily. On Wednesday, Feng smiled and went to help Fu Lang unload the basket.

Brother Rong passed the lunch that he was holding in his hand to Zhou Jinnian, "Second brother, Brother Ning, have lunch."

Lin Guihua’s man was busy harvesting land and selling vegetables recently, and he was too busy to help her with these small transactions. She walked close to the third brother’s house again and continued to help. Ning brother also let her eat the delicacies made. Enough.

The youngest of Zhou's family made a small profit on the Mid-Autumn Festival and returned home with a full purse. Before Fengkai's separation on Wednesday, the sixth one came out first.

The reason was that Zhou Feng didn't go to the literati Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, but Zhou Wenshu went, which made him anxious. The Mid-Autumn Festival dinner was full of meat and wine, but before digesting, I went to the old lady.

Saturday Feng: "Mother, Wen Shu went to the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, did you pay for the money?"

"Yes, Master Xiucai invited him." So the old lady was not clear, so she admitted when she asked.

"Big brother lay down to eat and drink medicine, and the next autumn harvest will cost money and hire people. He is too naive!" Saturday Fengshou, he had participated in literati banquets for many years before, and he knew that literati banquets were just a bunch of poor people. Scholars spend money to have fun, where is the poetry right?

People who don't work are like Saturday harvests, and they have no confidence in their hearts. Now the eldest brother’s family has no labor, the third brother is a lame, and now he only relies on the fourth brother’s family. His eldest brother spends money to treat his illness, and his eldest nephew spends money to enjoy himself, so he can't get in!

"Then I won't ask him to go again." Grandma Zhou whispered, cautiously facing her little son.

On Saturday, Feng moved his mouth. If he is hit next year, the family will definitely rely on him. By then, the eldest brother's family will not work, and the third brother's lame brother will not work because of a waist injury. He can't afford such a relative.

"Mother, eldest brother can't even sit up now..." Satsuma Feng hammered his palm with his fist, "Mother, scorer!"

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