Bo's second sister-in-law was heartbroken.

"Sister-in-law will definitely treat him better than her own son, you see how close she is to Qibao."

Bo Erlang's face was moving: "Daughter-in-law, marrying you, it must be that I accumulated virtue in my last life." ”

Bo's second sister-in-law blushed, and even the moonlight outside the window went out.

In the next room, Bo San's sister-in-law also said the same thing to Bo Saburo.

--

The autumn harvest has officially begun.

The whole family, young and old, except for Bo Qibao and Ah Chan, and the Qin family, all went to the ground.

The Qin family cooks at home and takes care of the two children by the way.

When other people's families harvest in the autumn, they have to take out some savings and buy some meat every day to improve their diet, otherwise the autumn harvest work is too tiring and the body can't bear it.

Lao Bo's family is different.

Lao Bo's family has Ah Chan.

Ah Chan wears a small straw hat every day and holds Bo Qibao in one hand.

With a long rope in one hand, he dragged two pheasants down the mountain.

When he passed by the ridge, he raised his little hand and shouted to those familiar figures: "Dad, second brother, three, four, five, six..."

Hey, she'll count to six!

“… Sixth brother, go home and eat pheasants. ”

The whole village looked up from the ground.

looked enviously at the pink and tender little doll in red, and the pheasant she was dragging in her hand.

Some villagers tried to ask her if she could buy a chicken.

"Of course you can, fifty cents a pound."

The villagers were so angry that they were dying, isn't this killing people?

[Dumb treasure, Shiwen sold to him. 】

"For God?" Ah Chan didn't understand.

They went to the county seat and sold fifty wen a catty.

By the way, the system told her about the market price.

Their fifty wen is not the normal market price.

For special reasons, people don't want their son-in-law to squander, like her, and please her, so they are willing to pay a high price.

But to really do business, such a price does not last long.

Unless you catch all the pheasants, you monopolize it, and you sell it at whatever price you want... Phew, this can't be bad.

Fifteen is the normal market price.

As for why Shiwen?

Lao Bo's family has chickens to eat every day, it is too easy to attract jealousy, and during the special period of the autumn harvest, sell it cheaply to everyone and earn a favor.

It's just that it must be explained that the little goddess understands everyone's hard work, so she deliberately sells it to everyone, otherwise people who sell chicken and meat will hate her for disrupting prices and robbing them of their business.

"Oh." Ah Chan understood.

Raising his little head, soft and sweet: "Ten cents and one catty~"

As a result, the old Bo Tou'er family found that no matter where they went, they could harvest a bunch of friendly smiling faces.

The little goddess is the little goddess, and the old thin man walks with a stiff waist.

--

Ten days later, the vast fields of crops were empty.

The land has to be renovated, fertilized, and nourished before it can be sown again.

A thin figure was hidden halfway up the mountainside, one charred hand wrapped in thick gauze.

The cold eyes of the vulture stared at the large fields of the old Bo family.

Now, he doesn't need to find someone else to turn over the ground, right?

Which piece of land they dare not turn over, isn't the three corpses that asked for their lives buried somewhere?

--

Ploughing the floor is tiring.

The plough is heavy, with one person in front holding the rope on his shoulders and one next to him holding the plow.

Pulled from one end to the other, the sturdy yellow earth was turned over by a coulter, and a bloody mark was cut on the shoulder.

In the next row, the person who holds the plough has to change with the one who pulls the plow.

At the end of the day, my shoulders are no longer my own, and when I rub the wine, there is only a scream of "whoop" in the room.

Of course, it was not Bo Erlang and Bo Saburo who screamed.

The screams were like killing pigs, and it was Boshiro and Bogoro.