Chapter 137: Le Jian's Calculations 2
Sun Ping felt that Le Qi's injury was too serious, so she went to cook a big bowl of poached eggs. Put the remaining two spoonfuls of sugar in the jar and put them all inside. Then he returned to the house with the bowl and shouted to the kang.
Le Qi got up, ate the poached eggs, and went to sleep.
I added two more spoonfuls of sugar. β
"My mother still loves me, and it's so good to boil poached eggs for me to eat. Le Qi stretched out his hand to take the bowl, but he didn't raise his head, but just lowered his head and ate it violently.
Sun Ping watched from the sidelines, and couldn't help swallowing saliva in her mouth.
I haven't eaten poached eggs in years. As long as there are eggs at home, they are all given to the children to eat, or they are changed.
Le Qi gobbled up all four poached eggs. My stomach felt a little full, and I looked at most of the bowl of egg syrup and had a plan. Hand the bowl over.
"Mother, this water is so sweet, you drink it, you are tired all night.
The second brother really didn't give face tonight. Instead of giving me a penny, he beat me up. β
Sun Ping took the bowl and drank it all. I was moved in my heart, this was the first time that my youngest son took the initiative to give her something to eat. After drinking, he sat down and scolded directly:
"He's a white-eyed wolf, and there's a chance to clean them up in the future. Today's events can only be temporarily spared. β
"Mother, I won't dare to mess with them again. They're all crazy, and they're beating people to death! I don't want to get hurt anymore. β
Sun Ping nodded: "Okay! next time you don't have to do it, I'll let your eldest brother and your father come out." β
I heard the sound of a door opening outside.
Sun Ping put on her shoes and went to the ground, "Third child, you have a good rest." Your dad is back, and I'll have to go back to the house to rest. β
"Hmm. Le Qi responded, leaning on the wall and slowly lying down. My back hurts so much that I look like I'm going to sleep on my stomach tonight.
Sun Ping returned to the house and looked at Le Wu, "Child, his father, what do you say about the third child's marriage? There is no cash in the house, only some food stamps and cloth stamps, and it would be a pity to sell them now."
Otherwise, we will sell the pig and scrape together 50 dollars.
There are still a few chickens in the yard at home, and they were all killed on the day of the errand, so it should be about the same. β
Levuu nodded: "Yes." I'm going to find someone tomorrow to kill the pig and sell the pork. The rest of the pig's head, pig's trotters. It can also be used for banquets. β
Sun Ping took off her clothes and lay on the kang and continued to sleep. After a busy night, she was already exhausted and collapsed. Tomorrow I have to get up early and kill the pig early.
Next door.
Le Jian clasped his hands tightly, and he was going to kill the pig tomorrow. Just to marry Le Qi.
He is the eldest in this family, and everything in the family should be his. Why didn't the parents figure it out?
Le Jian felt that he should do something, otherwise in a few years, when the third child has a chance or has a child. Is there still a place for him at home?
Le Jian paid attention to the ghost in his heartγγγγγ
The next day.
Zhao Yun got up relatively early. Because she was worried about something special. Such a sad day. After a few days, the more I thought about it, the more annoyed I became, so I didn't continue to sleep, lay down on the kang, and began to think crankily.
"Yun Chu, I cooked some millet porridge, you drink some while it's hot. Le Beicheng walked in from the outside with a bowl in his hand.
"The porridge is ready so soon?" Zhao Yunchu immediately crawled out of the quilt, ready to fold the quilt to eat.
Le Beicheng sat on the side and put the bowl on the edge of the kang: "You don't have to fold the quilt, just sit on the kang and eat it directly."
You clean it up now, and then put it on later. What are you doing with that effort, you should have a good rest in this special period. β