Although Grandpa Han has some opinions about Han Yongsong, after all, he is a descendant of the Han family and the eldest son and grandson of his third brother, and he still feels a little uncomfortable crying like this in front of such people.

Looking at Daddy Han, Grandpa Han wanted to speak and stopped, Han Chuxue seized this opportunity and snorted coldly, "Uncle Santang, what you said, Chuxue didn't understand it very much, you don't know about the things in the village, don't you know that you have a field in the village?" Don't you know that all the rice you eat in your annual taxes grows from the ground? Or do you think that those fields can grow food on their own without being tended to by men? ”

Speaking of this, she sighed, "Show talent, don't know books." Filial piety and honesty, the father does not live. Hansu is as white and turbid as mud, and Gao Diliang will be as timid as a chicken. As a child of a poor family, the farmer family did not even understand the truth that the crop land needed to be cultivated in order to have a harvest, and they ignorantly thought that the field could grow crops on its own, which was really sad and ridiculous. ”

Most of the people present couldn't understand the schoolbag she dropped, but the last few words still understood, and Aunt Qin and the others suddenly laughed.

And Mrs. Luo was shocked by the few words she borrowed from the schoolbag, "Miss Han is so knowledgeable." ”

Looking at Han Yongsong, who was still kneeling on the ground, and Han Yuqi, who was standing aside, she also shook her head and said, "It's really ridiculous and even more hateful." ”

Han Yongsong felt a chill in his back when he heard this, and it was over.

Han Yuqi was a young man, and when he heard Han Chuxue's words mocking his father and son, he glared at her unevenly and said angrily, "Who said we don't understand the matter of crops?" ”

Han Chuxue glanced at him contemptuously, "You understand? You're afraid you don't even know where your field is, let alone what grows out of it. ”

"My family's land is at the east end of the village." Han Yuqi glanced at Han Chuxue proudly and disdainfully, "Of course, what grows in the field is rice, big white rice, only you ignorant women and children will think that others don't know." ”

Han Chuxue raised his eyebrows, "Is the big white rice harvested in the field?" ”

Han Yuqi raised his head proudly, "Of course it's big white rice." ”

"Haha." As soon as the words fell, Erzhu and Bolt pointed at him and laughed, "Even the three-year-old baby in the village knows it." What grows in the field is rice, and what is harvested is millet. ”

Han Yuqi blushed and said angrily, "You guys are talking nonsense, what grows in my field is obviously big white rice." ”

Grandma always sent white rice. It was said that it grew from his own field.

This Han Yuqi has lived in the town since he was born, and he doesn't have to count the ten days he goes back to the village every year, and every time he goes back to the village, he pretends to be high and never wants to talk to the people in the village, let alone go to the fields with "detouring dignity", and he will know where his field is or he occasionally heard Han Yuhua mention it. As for whether it was millet or white rice growing in the field, how could he tell the difference?

Han Chuxue snorted coldly, "It's not that the big white rice grows in your family's field, but that your family has been eating big white rice." ”

As she spoke, she glanced at Grandpa Han lightly, and then looked at Daddy Han, "And my father, mother, brother and sister, these people who grow grain, can't even eat brown rice and wild vegetables." ”

"Those who are all over Luo Qi are not silkworm breeders. Grandpa, village chief, folks, we just want to get back what our family deserves. Is it really excessive? For the sake of the descendants of the Han family, I still counted five buckets of grain per acre of land. ”

After counting again, the bolt lowered his head and made another fierce calculation, and then looked at Han Chuxue with great admiration, "Wow, little sister, you are so generous that you actually asked for one hundred and twelve stones and five buckets of food." ”

The group of people who originally only thought Han Yuqi's words were funny slowly fell silent, not only Han Yongbai's family, but most of the people in the village ate brown rice and wild vegetables, but Han Yongsong's family, who had not planted a handful of seedlings in the ground for a day, had a meal of white rice. So that a little baby thinks that what grows in the ground is big white rice, which makes them how can those of them who have worked hard all their lives facing the loess and facing the sky accept it, everyone is a farmer with mud legs, why can they be like this.

Just made the huge amount of four hundred and fifty stone grain startled. I can't help but think that the villagers who are going to be ruthless in my father's family, the scales in my heart are completely reversed, which is to be ruthless, it is simply cheap Han Yongsong, listen, how much food is missing.

Grandpa Han slowly pulled his leg back from Han Yongsong's hand. "Yongsong, Uncle knows that you are clever, but you are smart, and others are not stupid."

If his family is really as difficult as he said, how can he eat white rice every day, how can Han Yuqi think that what grows in the field is big white rice, he is not a four-year-old ignorant baby, but a fourteen-year-old young man.

Old Madam Luo made up again, "Since you are the account office of Fumanlou, you have a consistent salary every month, which is enough for your family to spend in the town, how can you live as hard as you said." ”

"What? A month of consistent money? ”

Aunt Han jumped up on the spot, "Uncle He, you can say that you only have 100 wen a month and you can't even eat, dare to love you all the time you have been lying to us and my father." ”

When Mrs. Luo heard this, her face darkened, "One hundred wen a month? In my Luo family's shop, there is a guy who has just been invited and has such a salary, where did my Luo family offend you in the cold tent room, you dare to slander my Luo family like this. ”

Han Yongsong wanted to argue, but the matter had come to this point, so there was no room for quibble.

Mrs. Luo flicked her sleeves and said to the grandmother beside her, "I will pass it on when I go back, and I will never hire this person if I have the Luo family's property." ”

"Yes, old lady."

Han Yongsong sat on the ground with his ass, and it was really over now.

Old Madam Luo didn't want to look at him anymore, so she turned to Grandpa Han and the village chief and said, "The village chief, the Han patriarch, it is just and righteous to repay the debt, no matter what the relationship between this Han Yongsong and the Han girl's family is, whether it is a family or not, there is no reason for people to work for him in vain, and these forty-five debts still need to be repaid." ”

With Mrs. Luo's identity, she said this, the village chief would not have an opinion, and Grandpa Han was also angry that Han Yongsong was still thinking about lying to himself at this point, and decided to teach him a lesson, so he also nodded and agreed.

Mrs. Luo also saw the situation just now, since she has already come out of this, she should simply be a good person to the end and help Han Chuxue solve this matter completely, otherwise I expect those village chiefs and elders to procrastinate again.

"Miss Han, do you think it's better to pay back the money or the grain?"

Xiucai's grandmother, who came to her senses, waved her hand again and again, "No, our boss doesn't have so much food or so much money." ”

As she spoke, her eyes couldn't help but look at Han Yongzhu.

When Han Yongzhu and his wife saw it, they pulled their son and hurriedly shrank into the crowd. (To be continued.) )

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