Chapter 50: How Much Can You Sell?
"And how much do you think you can sell it for a few bucks?"
Lin Fengqin sighed, then turned around and found a stool to sit down.
As soon as these words came out, Wang Cuixiang's tears that had just stopped fell down again, she glanced at her mother-in-law cautiously, and moved to the front and wanted to kneel.
"What are you doing here? When I become the tablet, you can kneel a little longer! ”
If she wants to be as sensible as Xiaolan'er, she should be more worry-free!
But if the mother and daughter's temperament is not overcome, then she will probably die of anger sooner or later.
Thinking that Lin Fengqin didn't stop it, "Okay, if you like to kneel, then kneel and listen." ”
Kneeling and listening might be able to hear more clearly, but after all, let them kneel again.
After kneeling beside her daughter, Wang Cuixiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But Lin Chun'er was stunned because of what she said just now.
How much can it be sold for?
"I'll say that again today."
Lin Fengqin's voice was not loud and did not carry much emotion, but the mother and daughter invariably straightened their backs as if they were waiting for the final judgment.
"Our family is not rich now, Chun'er, you sold yourself for a few taels of silver at most, but what can you do with a few taels of silver? Can it take a lifetime? Aren't you afraid that I'll sell Mei'er and Lan'er after I finish spent? ”
Lin Chun'er listened to this, her lips pursed, and she couldn't make a sound for a long time.
Seeing the little girl biting her lower lip and holding it up, Lin Fengqin couldn't bear it.
said that he could get married, but he was only a child who had just turned fourteen.
"Get up, get up for me!" The shelf that had been set up before was not tightened all of a sudden, and Lin Fengqin waved her hand impatiently towards the mother and daughter, "If there is anything to discuss as a family in the future, don't cry and kneel at every turn, I haven't been cruel enough to eat people!" ”
Why is it so hard to teach? She doesn't hit or scold, is it really that scary?
"Isn't it just a divorce! What to live or die? A cripple! Lin Fengqin glared at Wang Cuixiang with anger, "You said that he is not disabled, it is good for you, you don't want to get rid of this disabled thing, and you still think of a way to compensate yourself?" ”
She is not discriminatory, there were many people who were missing arms and legs after retiring from the war in those years! That's also an admirable hero!
The mother and daughter, who were still waiting to be scolded by the head and face, were stunned when they heard the latter words. And Lin Fengqin didn't bother to look at them so stupidly, she took out Wen Ding from her arms and stuffed it into Wang Cuixiang's hand.
"Oh, you can watch this thing! My old woman is not young anymore and cannot afford to go hungry! ”
After a busy day, not to mention, he was so scared by Gu Chengyuan that he rushed back to deal with this matter without eating lunch, Lin Fengqin, who had long been so hungry that his chest was close to his back, dragged his vain steps and walked out.
When I opened the door, I saw Lin Mei'er standing outside stunned.
"Mei'er, you go and bring the dishes you brought back at noon, hurry up and come to eat."
Lin Mei'er didn't hear the movement in the house when she turned around, so she hurriedly went to the stove room first.
In the room, Wang Cuixiang took the red paper in her hand and looked at it several times, her expression was full of insincerity.
She couldn't read, but she was looking for someone to write a reply, and she remembered the name of her daughter.
When confirming that this was Wending's reply at that time, the mother and daughter suddenly cried with joy when they looked at each other......
In summer, it gets dark slowly, but by the time Lin Mei'er brought the hot dishes to the table, the last light in the sky completely dissipated.
The oil lamp at home had already run out, and Lin Fengqin looked so dark that she didn't know where to stretch her chopsticks, so she had no choice but to take out the candle from the supply and marketing cooperative.