Chapter 148: Harvesting Firewood

Changrui looked innocent.

"I didn't mean to. Whoever told you to hit me as soon as you came back without saying a word. I admit that you are still fighting. I'll give you a nudge. Blame me for not standing still! ”

Li Xiu'e was so angry that her heart ached.

Changrui saw Li Xiu'e like this, and quickly softened.

"I'm sorry! I will never fight back next time, and I will never fight back, and I will not fight back. Don't be angry! What about the chickens you bought? I'll stew chicken soup for you to drink. ”

Li Xiu'e rolled her eyes, not angry.

"It's pretty much the same thing. Didn't buy it! ”

"I didn't buy it... I really want to drink chicken soup. Mother, shall we go back to the county seat? Anyway, it doesn't stop in the village. There are more gossips about me than in the county. Is it okay for me to stay at home and not go out in the county? So it's done! Chang Rui pouted pitifully and said.

Li Xiu'e snorted coldly: "Just stay in the countryside." You wait a few days, and your eldest brother will personally come and invite our mother and daughter back. You put 10,000 hearts. ”

Changrui said in surprise.

"Big brother is coming to pick us up? Will my sister-in-law be unhappy? ”

Li Xiu'e looked at Changrui's stupid appearance, and was a little congested.

It's all their own children, Lan Changqi is selfish, but who is not selfish? Chang Tian is born against the bones, and the human elves are eccentric. The only daughter is as stupid as a blind and deaf person, and she really lacks heart.

I didn't live for long, less than half a year. Li Xiu'e and Sun Chengmei, you have come and gone dozens of times. This time, Sun Chengmei grabbed Changrui's shortcomings and forced him home.

Li Xiu'e has already made a plan.

When I went back to the countryside, I didn't want to go back to the village. Instead, he waited for Lan Changqi and Sun Chengmei to be soft. Sun Chengmei wants to rub her flat and pinch her, and she wants to be beautiful!

Among the lawsuits, Li Xiu'e told Changrui to listen, and Changrui would also feel impatient.

Then don't teach!

Li Xiu'e didn't expect Lan Changqi, and she also had doubts about Changrui's filial piety. What an educational failure. Giving birth to so many children, there is not a single filial piety!

Thinking of this, Li Xiu'e muttered.

What happened to the child born by himself, hit twice?

Changrui screamed in pain, what did she fight if she didn't hurt?

Do you want to fight back when it hurts?

You can dodge, you can be beaten, but you can't fight back.

Save more money for yourself, don't just have children. The child is unreliable. It's better to rely on yourself.

Li Xiu'e is full of desire to save money.

Probably can't survive. If you really have money, you are a person who has forgotten your last name.

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Yuan Bao and Chang Ming live in the town. The work of pockmarked wood chopping was on himself. Lan Changke often runs business outside. In addition to the time of spring ploughing and summer harvest. The time of Lan Changke is either on the way to running a business, or on the way to running a business.

There is so much firewood every day, and Mi Pozi can't do it.

Asako directly summoned the half-grown children in the village. A bundle of firewood is charged for five cents. The price given by Mazi is much less than that of pulling it to the town to sell.

But many people will come to sell firewood.

First, the people in the village can't finish their work, and they don't have time to go to the town to sell firewood. Even if it's to be sold in town. Whether people buy it or not depends on luck. Selling to pockmarks is different, less is less. But the firewood is from the mountains. It took a little effort to come.

The second is to sell to pockmarks for a long time. Five cents a day, a month is more than one copper plate. The calculation makes people feel surging in the mood.

Of course, pockmarks are not blindly harvested.

There are only about a dozen large families in the town. If you harvest firewood for a few days, you have to rest for half a month.

As soon as the pockmarks opened their mouths, the people who came to sell firewood ran fast, for fear that they would have to wait until next time when they had enough pockmarks.

The people in the village stared at the village chief's house with good eyes, just waiting for Mazi to open his mouth to collect firewood. Running fast yes, running slower no. For this matter, Mazi bragged at Changming.