In Lao Qiao's house, because of the lack of the third brother, a money-making tool, now there are a lot of deductions on food than before, and there used to be fish and meat eaten twice a month, but now it is only once a month.

And every time I eat it, there is still little fish and meat, and in a country where men are inferior to women, they wait for men to eat before it is their turn to eat, and Wang Xiaoniang can also taste it, but she has never been satisfied.

Wang Xiaoniang had already sat down unceremoniously.

"Eat, eat." Li Sanmei greeted everyone.

Qiao Simei, Li Musheng and others also sat down, there was a rice bucket on the table, which was full of white rice, Xiuxiu made rice for everyone, and did not stop until there was a bowl of white rice in front of everyone.

Wang Xiaoniang looked at the fragrant white rice, swallowed her saliva, and hurriedly began to gobble it up.

White rice, such a big bowl.

Lao Qiao's family's life is calculated in Changhe Village, but even so, every day they can eat a small half bowl of white rice, and the others are either porridge or wowotou made with some other omnivorous.

There is very little flour in this nest, and it is just a stomach, and you can't eat delicious and fragrant at all.

Without the third brother to make money to support the family, the conditions of Lao Qiao's family are gradually deteriorating, and they are gradually not as good as before.

Relying on those few acres of land, a few laborers, and two students at home, those pen, ink, paper, and inkstones are all money, how can they be raised, so if it weren't for the third child who got back ten taels of silver every New Year in the past few years, the Qiao family would have been down.

But even so, the Qiao family's life began to be difficult, and it was not as good as before.

Qiao Laiqian was disgusted, but his body was very honest, he took the rice bowl, sandwiched the fat pork belly, and stuffed it into his mouth, the fresh fragrance of soy sauce permeated his mouth, and the crispy meat made the taste buds satisfied and enjoyed.

Qiao Laiqian and Wang Xiaoniang were like two people fleeing the famine, gobbling up, but Qiao Xianle, holding chopsticks, ate slowly, with a wooden expression on his face.

Qiao Simei, Li Musheng and the others watched Qiao Laiqian gobbling up the food so much, and their eyes were stunned.

Especially Jolaid.

Over the years, he has gone home to visit relatives during the New Year, brought back a lot of fish and meat, and gave ten taels of silver, the family's food must be better, but why is the third brother like this......

"Third brother, your fish is so delicious, delicious." Qiao Laiqian was amazed while eating: "It's so delicious, I can't stop eating." ”

Qiao Laide's expression was stunned: "If it's delicious, eat more." ”

Is Lao Qiao's family so short of money? Qiao Laide has rarely cared about his family in recent years, anyway, he gives money every year, eats a meal, stays overnight and leaves, and will not stay, plus Li Zheng and these people still have to talk to Qiao Laide, Qiao Laide has very little time to go home and chat with Lao Qiao's family.

After a pause, Qiao Laide asked again: "Second brother, is the family doing badly?" ”

Qiao Laiqian was picking up the food, and when he heard this, he paused, and said with a hint of surprise on his face, and said: "Third brother, you don't know anything, since you broke up and left Changhe Village, there is no pillar like you in this family, Daddy, our family's life is still not as good as when you were there." ”

"Didn't I pay back ten taels of silver every year?" Qiao Laide was puzzled, he used to earn almost one tael a month, but now he directly gives ten taels, counting, it's still the same as before, why is it still bad?