As soon as Qiao Liu arrived home, he shouted at Qiao Bagen: "Old man, that family killed a thousand knives actually ran away, and a day ago he took the family and said that he moved to their distant relatives in the county, and we were deceived!" What are you going to do? They left, there was no money left, if the third child was lying like this, he couldn't do things, who would we ask for the lost money. ”

Qiao Bagen knew that Qiao Laide couldn't do things and had to give birth well, so he was always upset: "Can you stop yelling." ”

Qiao Liu's face was angry: "Do you think I want to, kill a thousand knives, black heart, our third child was so seriously injured in his house, what he said two days ago was so good, there should be no less, but now look at it, the villagers actually lied to us, and when they left, they didn't care about anything." ”

"Woo woo, my third child, but how can it be good!" Qiao Liu cried as he spoke, spending money on medicine is secondary, the main thing is that he can't do things!

Every month, the third child will have a harvest of about one tael of silver, and now it is all gone.

The most important thing is that in addition to not having this tael of silver, they also have to buy medicine every month...... The more Qiao Liu thought about it, the more sad he became, and he couldn't help but cry.

With that heartbroken look, people who don't know still think that Qiao Liu's family cares about Qiao Laide

Qiao Bagan's face was dull, and he didn't say a word, the atmosphere of Old Qiao's house was gloomy, and no one present spoke.

Qiao Bagen was silent for a long time before he said: "I plan to sell two acres of land and exchange it for money for the third child to see a doctor." ”

What the!

Qiao Liu's spirit was excited, and he retorted with his waist: "No, you can't sell the land." ”

In the past few years, their Lao Qiao family has relied on the money saved by the third child to buy almost ten acres of land, and they are also among the best people in the village with more fields.

The eldest aunt Wang suddenly spoke: "Mother, hasn't the third uncle made a lot of money in recent years?" Don't have any money? ”

Qiao Liu glared at Wang angrily, and sharpened his voice: "What kind of money, Wenhao is not money when he reads, Wenlu is not money when he reads, and there are large and small expenses in the family, these are not money?" ”

When it comes to reading, Wang's is silent, the writer's annual bundle costs two taels of silver, plus Wenlu's, a total of four taels, as well as pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and the annual expenses have to be several taels, counting the money of the third uncle, it would be good to be able to Yu Qing three taels of silver every year.

But even so, Lao Qiao's family has purchased a lot of fields over the years, and the surplus grain is taken out and sold, adding up, there must be almost three to five taels of silver harvest a year, how can there be no money at all?

Wang didn't believe it, she had guessed that her mother-in-law had at least twenty taels of private money in her pocket.

Of course, the mother-in-law mentioned the writer's reading, and the Wang family was not easy to speak, after all, when it comes to money, she knows better than anyone what her mother-in-law has to do, and the mother-in-law is unhappy.

Qiao Bagen sulked at Qiao Liu's and said, "I have already decided, this field was originally earned by the third child, and it should be sold to buy medicine for him." ”

Qiao Laiqian, who had been talking beside him, suddenly spoke: "Dad, why don't we split up and give him what the third child should give, what do you think?" ”

Separation?

Qiao Bagen pondered for a long time before he said, "Break up, let's think about it......."