Li Xiu'e broke her thoughts.

"It's amazing to have bullock carts. Our family used to have a lot of ox carts and mules. Bullish what! Waiting for the money, our family will also buy cattle. Hum! It's really annoying to divide people to make money! Fortunately, this firewood can be sold all year round, and a small amount of money is also money. ”

Flipping the copper plate in her hand, Li Xiu'e took out the money jar and put it in.

Seeing that the autumn harvest was coming to an end and the tenants were going to send grain, Li Xiu'e felt happy. There was not much rain this year, and the crops in the fields did not grow very well, nor too badly. The grain collected is left to eat, and a lot can be sold.

There is an entry, and there is no panic.

Half the size eats the poor old man.

Changming is exactly at this age, but he can't go hungry. Chopping firewood and carrying firewood down the mountain are both manual work. Li Xiu'e calculated an account, pursed her mouth, and was reluctant to go to the kitchen.

At this time, the ingots are stir-frying, and they will be able to eat in a while.

Changming took out three sweet potatoes and buried them in the fire, and he could eat sweet potatoes again after dinner. I secretly want to divide two sweet potatoes to Yuanbao. Yuanbao secretly followed the Zhang family and his wife to eat coarse grains, but they were full but unpalatable.

Li Xiu'e stood at the door, secretly watching Yuanbao do things neatly, it is also appropriate to put oil and salt in stir-frying, nodded, walked in and cleared his throat and said.

"Yuanbao, from tomorrow onwards, stew an egg for Erlang every morning."

Changming suddenly smiled brightly.

Li Xiu'e swayed back to the room. I just made a calculation. Ten eggs are saved and sold once, and a total of thirty wen can be sold. Selling firewood every other day, Changming can get back more than ten dollars. It must be eggs to replenish Changming's body, and selling firewood can be cost-effective for a long time!

This deal, Li Xiu'e can be considered good in her heart!

The chickens in the house have been laying eggs very diligently lately. I don't know if it's because of the chicken pen sweeping or the earthworms.

Anyway, chickens are laying more eggs than before!

Li Xiu'e was even more proud to buy the Zhang family and his wife back. Thinking of this, Li Xiu'e began to have the idea of buying cattle again. With Zhang Er here, with an ox cart, Changming can go with Zhang Er to sell firewood.

As an adult man, Zhang Er has a lot of labor than Mazi, a sick seedling. Don't share the pockmarked money!

It's itchy in my heart!

If only Grandma Changchun could get the ten yuan back! Li Xiu'e did it when she thought of it, and called Zhang Er's instructions.

"Go and ask Grandma Changchun, will you go to the county tomorrow?"

Zhang Erma slipped out the door.

Be fast! The meal is ready! Zhang Er knew what virtue his mother-in-law had, and he would definitely not wait for him to eat. Maybe I'll have to eat more. Not fast, no!

The sky was getting dark, and the smoke curled from every household in the village, Zhang Er went to the door of Changchun Milk's house and heard the noise inside. It looks like there's someone at home! Zhang Er didn't feel easy to enter the house, and stood at the door and shouted in.

"Grandma Changchun is not there?"

There was a crackling sound in the room. I don't know what has fallen. Grandma Changchun's voice came.

"Who's there?"

Grandma Changchun held a scimitar in her hand. There are also minced leaves of wild plants on the scimitar, which is supposed to be chopping hogweed. Seeing that the person who came was Zhang Er, he immediately smiled, and the folds on his face were piled together.

Zhang Er said directly.

"Madame asked if you would go to the county tomorrow?"

Changchun Milk smiled and her eyes narrowed into slits.

"Yes, yes!"

Zhang Er listened to the words, turned his head and ran back to reply. I didn't see Grandma Changchun's sneer. When the eldest aunt of Changchun saw it, she secretly scolded the old pious woman, and cooked with an unhappy face. Uncle Changchun hates Changchun Dad.

The old pious woman has any good things to supplement Changchun Dad. I don't want to think about it, as the eldest son, Changchun milk lives with her family.