"I eat either white flour or rice all day long, scrambled eggs and so on, and my eyes are eager to drip blood......

"If my mother hadn't driven people away, wouldn't all the money earned by those two dead girls be from our family, and then we would have as much money as we wanted, and we would still be guilty of eating nests and pickles here?"

The most important thing is that he can wear a lot of good-looking clothes, which is better than the one Zhuang Qingning is wearing, and it looks better than the head rope tied on Zhuang Qingsui's head.

As soon as he thought that this thing that should have belonged to him was enjoyed by the two dead girls Zhuang Qingning and Zhuang Qingsui, Zhuang Qinghe was so angry.

The chopsticks in his hand were eager to break.

Ancestor, what is this going to do?

Song glanced at Zhuang Ruman worriedly, and sure enough, when he saw his gloomy face, he immediately shrunk his neck.

Originally, they were also waiting for the two dead girls to have no house, no land and no money outside, and when they really had no food to eat, they should beg them to come back to this house.

But waiting left and right, waiting before and after, did not wait for the two dead girls to come back with their tails between their legs, but watched Zhuang Qingning and Zhuang Qingsui rent Wen's tofu factory, and went to the town to sell tofu every day, and the business became more and more prosperous.

Seeing that the two of them were getting better and better after setting up a female household, it was completely different from what they expected, which made Zhuang Ruman and the Song family anxious.

If this continues, those two dead girls will definitely not come back.

Because of this matter, Zhuang Ru was full of anger for a long time, and it was not pleasing to the eyes to see the Song family during this time, and he picked his nose and eyes, and scolded him a few times without it.

The Song family has been coaxing with good words all these days, and finally Zhuang Ruman's face has looked a little better in the past two days, but he is so good that he will not die, Zhuang Qinghe will mention this matter again.

Is it not too angry to think Zhuang Ruman?

"And eat well, why do you talk so much?" Song felt that Zhuang Qinghe was not sensible, so he didn't have to cause trouble for her, so he opened his mouth and scolded her: "Just hurry up and eat, if you don't eat, don't eat, no one cares about you!" ”

It's just this meal, I don't like to eat it.

Dad is becoming more and more mean to her, and now even her mother is like this, and she doesn't take her seriously anymore.

Zhuang Qinghe wiped a lot of tears.

Zhuang Yuanzhong, who was on the side, was tearing the sweet potato noodles there, chewing little by little, and couldn't help frowning.

The black noodles are not as delicious as the white noodles.

If it goes on like this, you'll have to find a way.

Zhuang Yuanzhong's eyes blinked: "Sister, this time the family is tight, you should take care of it more, and when the days are better in the future, can my father and mother treat us harshly?" ”

"Look, how old is Yuan Zhongcai? are more sensible than you, who are sisters! Zhuang Ruman drank.

Zhuang Yuanzhong raised his chin: "Dad, don't blame my sister, they are all from the girl's family, others are so capable, they can make money and work, I think my sister is also upset about this matter......"

"Can she still feel faceless?" Zhuang Ruman snorted coldly.

As far as she looks like a stupid and lazy pig like Song, it's strange to know how to be motivated.

But in this comparison, it's true.

The daughters of other people's families can make money so much, and their lives are prosperous and rich, why is his daughters so unproductive?

Zhuang Ruman looked down on Zhuang Qinghe more and more, and only glared at her: "After eating later, hurry up and go to work in the field, if you dare to be lazy and slippery, don't eat in the future!" ”

Zhuang Qinghe couldn't help but shrink his neck.

The Song family is used to her, but Zhuang Ruman is a stern person, if he is ruthless, he will definitely not give him food.

Zhuang Qinghe sobbed with a choked "um", and then went to eat the unpalatable black noodle wotou and the throat-spitting stick grits porridge.

Zhuang Yuanzhong hooked the corners of his lips.

Zhuang Ruman stared at Zhuang Qinghe, so he stared at him less, and he happened to be lazy for a while.

This is not his home alone, and Zhuang Yuanren is not his eldest brother, so he can't tell what will happen in the future, where can he do his best alone?

You have to share it evenly, not to mention that he's still a child?

Zhuang Yuanzhong snorted as if this was an extremely delicious white rice porridge.

In the end, it's better to be a son.

Zhuang Ruman sighed with emotion in his heart, glanced at Zhuang Qinghe again with dissatisfaction, and glared at Song again.

Two useless ones, they are annoyed when they look at them!

Zhuang Ruman was unhappy in his heart, and he was not in the mood to eat, and the nest of this sweet potato noodle was really a little unbearable, so he ate two bites at random, wiped his mouth and went into the house.

Seeing that Zhuang Ru was full of anger, Song's heart was chuckled, and he looked into the room uneasily, but he didn't dare to chase after him and coax him.

I can only silently eat the rice in my bowl, and then clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

After picking up all this, he didn't dare to shout Zhuang Ruman, so he only pulled Zhuang Qinghe and Zhuang Yuanzhong to work in the field first.

When I walked into the field, I made a special detour and arrived at the door of Wen's house.

At this time, the yard was very quiet, only Wen was there to clean the yard and feed the chickens.

Grits fed with sticks.

Seeing Song's heart, it hurt for a while.

Wen's is so generous, probably because Zhuang Qingning's tofu business is good, so he gave Wen's a lot of rent.

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a loud shouting from the side.

"Tofu, hot tofu ......"

It was Zhuang Yonghe's voice.

During this period of time, when the village got up in the morning, Zhuang Yonghe could hear the shouts of Zhuang Yonghe along the street, and with this sound of subdued and frustrated, there were families who took copper coins out to buy tofu.

One pound or two pounds, there are still many people who buy it.

It didn't take long for them to work in the field, when they were working in the field, they could see Zhuang Yonghe carrying an empty basket and a flat burden, happily returning to the village.

Obviously, the tofu has been sold cleanly.

Zhuang Yonghe helped sell tofu, there must be money to be made, and looking at that posture, he should make a lot of money.

These two dead girls really don't know how much money they make behind their backs.

If these two dead girls hadn't run out of the house before, the money they both earned now would have been in their own hands, where would the family still use it so tightly? It must be fragrant and spicy, and even Zhuang Yuanren's shackles in the school hall and the entanglement of the exam don't have to worry about it.

Seeing this cash cow swaggering through the market outside, others can casually pick up a few gold leaves, and they only have their eyes to look at, Song's heart hurts even more.

These two!

Song scolded two more sentences.

An An divided the money and worked for her at home, and so many moths came out, so that she was now constantly complained by Zhuang Ruman.