Li Er couldn't understand that he had handed over money to his family so many times, and he didn't even have a few children in his own pocket, why his mother just didn't agree to take this money, and this money didn't cause any losses to the rest of the family, wasn't this what he gave her before.

He thought so, but Mrs. Li didn't think much about it, in her heart, the money in her money bag was reserved for the third son, why was there no loss?

If she happily takes the money, then when San Lang goes to make friends with the powerful, where can she get the money.

This old second is really selfish, thinking about his own son, and he doesn't want to think that if San Lang goes up and makes friends with a circle that is several times higher than their status, it will also help him as a brother, why don't you turn your brains?

Take these taels of silver to Bao'er's baby who looks like he has no interest in going to private school, where can I invest in San Lang.

"Old Er, you have given me the money in the past few years, but you have left a lot of money on your second room, I don't want you to ask for this money now, you can use this money to give Bao'er to go to private school, I can't control you when I'm old."

Mrs. Li felt sorry for herself, holding her head with her hands, and looking angry with Li Er.

However, when Li Er heard Mrs. Li's words, a wry smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Mother, I have been farming at home for so many years, and you know in your heart how much money I can make, almost all of my money has been handed over to you, we have a slippery pocket in our pocket, where is the money."

He said this bitterly, and his expression was also bitter, Mrs. Li glanced at it, and turned her head weakly.

She is Li Er's wife, how can she not know how much money he has in his pocket, Li Er is an honest person, and the money she hands in every time she hands in is the total amount that can be earned, and she is not greedy to stay.

She just wanted to push the cost of Bao'er's private school onto Li Er and Wang.

Anyway, the two of them have hands and feet, can they still earn those few taels of silver?

At this time, Mrs. Li, who was only thinking about her precious little son, did not think that Li Er, as a farmer who was digging in the field, was really not an easy task to earn these three taels of silver.

After all, in addition to the food grown in this field, in addition to eating at home, the grain grown in this field is only sold for a maximum of two taels of silver every year.

It was a year and a half when he got the money to go to the private school, and it was too late for the child to go to the private school at this time.

No matter how unreasonable her idea is, she doesn't want to take out the money from Mrs. Li's place, so no one wants to deduct a penny from her.

So at this time, of course, he refused to admit that the second room had no money in his hands.

"This money is all earned by you, and you also used it to confiscate it yourself, where do I know if there is any leftover, and you will not tell me if you have any leftover money."

This is what makes Li Er, who claims to be the most filial son in Shangshui Village, sad.

He was filial to them from the sensible knowing the hardships of his father and mother, and every time he earned money, he didn't cover it in his pocket, so he sent it to his mother, where would he secretly keep any money, at most, he only left a few pennies for Bao'er to buy a sweet mouth, and the total amount of money in this family is not one or two silvers now.

"Mother, don't you know who I am? Where would I keep the money for myself, if I had money here, how could I still come to you to ask for it. ”

That's right, but Mrs. Li said that if you don't take the money, you won't take the money, no matter how Li Er said that she was drunk, anyway, she just didn't give it, and she would die of pain if she gave it.